When Wang Peng returned home, he saw Li Mingzhu playing with their son, which made Wang Jiye laugh heartily.
"Wife, these are for you." Wang Peng pulled out nine red roses from behind his back.
"Oh!" Li Mingzhu hurriedly handed her son to Duan Cuilu, smiling as she looked at the bright red roses.
Duan Cuilu smiled slightly, carried her grandson into the bedroom, and thoughtfully closed the door.
"Thank you, honey." Li Mingzhu hugged Wang Peng's neck. "It's been so long since I've received flowers."
"Come on. I just delivered flowers last Sunday, have you forgotten?" Wang Peng said.
“Those are white roses, not red roses,” Li Mingzhu chuckled and immediately put the flowers in the vase.
Wang Peng was somewhat amused and exasperated. He took her hand and led her into the study.
"Honey, I reckon Tang Zewu won't be able to sleep tonight. You've found his powerful connections." Wang Peng hugged his wife tightly, in high spirits.
“Of course, my circle of friends isn’t to be trifled with.” Li Mingzhu jumped up and hung directly on Wang Peng.
"You're too thin." Wang Peng carried her a few steps in the study, then shook his head. "Make sure you get enough nutrition and don't be picky about food."
"No! I want to maintain a perfect figure, haha!" Li Mingzhu kissed Wang Peng's lips.
When the kiss became too passionate, the two rolled onto the bed.
Tang Zewu has three daughters. His eldest and second daughters were born to his wife, while his youngest daughter, Tang Xiaoyue, was born to his sister-in-law.
His sister-in-law was dead, so he doted on Tang Xiaoyue the most.
When Li Mingzhu's think tank discovered this information, they conducted an investigation and devised a plan to win over Tang Xiaoyue.
This kid hit Tang Zewu right where it hurts. Wang Peng had already sensed Tang Zewu's fear when he took Tang Xiaoyue home earlier.
The phone suddenly rang, but Wang Peng immediately turned it off and continued playing games with Li Mingzhu.
After a long while, Li Mingzhu fell asleep. Wang Peng turned on the phone, switched the caller ID to vibrate mode, and casually placed it on the bedside table.
Less than two minutes later, his phone started vibrating. He answered the call: "Hello, this is Wang Peng."
"Boss Wang, this is Tang Zewu." A sigh came from the other end of the phone. "What exactly do you want?"
Wang Peng smiled slightly: "Old Tang, once my fifth store is completed, I sincerely invite you to join us."
"Let's change the terms," Tang Zewu said. "Apart from this, I'll do anything you want, as long as you never contact Xiaoyue again."
"What do you mean?" Wang Peng sneered. "Your daughter is a high school student, and I have a wife and children. What are you trying to say?"
There was a few seconds of silence on the phone. Tang Zewu said, "I'm not worried about you, I'm worried that Xiaoyue is overthinking things. She admires you a lot."
Wang Peng shook his head: "Boss Tang, I know Zhao Laixi saved your life, but he's not good to you."
"I can promise you that if you're willing to come, the first year will be rent-free. From the second to the fourth year, I'll only charge half the rent for Brilliant Residence. How about it?"
Tang Zewu fell silent again. His KFC, located at Brilliant No. 5, had to pay over 20,000 yuan in counter fees annually.
Wang Peng smiled and said, "Boss Tang, I've investigated your relationship with Zhao Laixi. You've known each other for twenty years. Haven't you repaid his kindness yet?"
"Mr. Wang, the discount you're offering is indeed very generous, but I..."
"President Tang," Wang Peng interrupted him, his voice deep, "I'm determined to destroy Brilliant. If you don't want to cooperate with me, I won't force you. But I advise you to think carefully: can you really withstand my wrath?"
A sigh came from the other end of the phone. Tang Zewu said, "Boss Wang, I have something to attend to. Shall we talk another day?"
"Okay, I'll contact you another day." Wang Peng hung up the phone and put it down.
Li Mingzhu chuckled softly and said gently, "Husband, is Tang Zewu still unwilling to give in?"
Wang Peng shook his head: "I think that's about right."
"Should I increase the intensity a bit more?" Li Mingzhu said. "If he continues to be so stubborn, hmph!"
“No need,” Wang Peng said. “I don’t want to push him too hard. If he refuses to cooperate, we’ll think of another way.”
The next morning, Li Mingzhu stayed home with the child while Wang Peng drove away from the residential area.
He first went to the construction site for a walk, then returned to Yihaodian and sat in his office reading the newspaper. At 11 a.m., he received a call from Li Mengjiao.
"Brother Peng, the elevator factory's technical team has boarded the plane and will arrive at 3 PM the day after tomorrow. Please write down their contact information."
"So fast?" Wang Peng hurriedly took out a pen and paper and said into the phone, "Tell me, I'll remember."
Li Mengjiao spoke slowly, and Wang Peng took notes one by one. The team that arrived was from the British elevator company, a well-known name in England.
The company's management attached great importance to this cooperation, so they sent four experts, hoping to use this cooperation to open up the domestic market.
Wang Peng meticulously recorded the basic information of the four experts, including their names, genders, and ages.
"Brother Peng, how's it going on your end?" Li Mengjiao asked.
"Progress is going so well. Tang Zewu has gone from refusing to cooperate to being hesitant," Wang Peng replied.
"Sure," Li Mingzhu chuckled. "And I have more good news. Remember the house we looked at here?"
Wang Peng immediately thought of that two-story apartment, with a yard full of grass and flowers, only a few minutes' drive from Li Mengjiao.
He smiled and said, "I remember, did the landlord want to sell?"
“Dad has already bought it for you,” Li Mengjiao said with a smile. “You should hurry up and finish your business in China, then come and live with me.”
Wang Peng was completely stunned and hurriedly asked, "How much did you buy it for? I'll pay you back."
“That was a gift from your dad. So you don’t need to pay me.” Li Mengjiao snorted heavily.
"Don't be angry." Wang Peng quickly laughed out loud. "Mengjiao, I owe you a lot. I just want to make it up to you."
“That makes more sense.” Li Mengjiao chuckled. “To be honest, Dad really wants you to live here.”
Wang Peng paused for a moment, then couldn't help but sigh, suddenly feeling a pang of pity for Li Longfei.
His only daughter had a child with a boy who was already married. This would be a disaster for any father.
But after so many years, he has gradually come to accept this less-than-ideal relationship.
“Peng, call my dad when you have a moment,” Li Mengjiao said. “He misses you a lot since you came back to China. And Bu Hui, you haven’t called her for two days.”
Wang Peng slapped his thigh and hurriedly said, "Sorry, I'll call them right away."
"Okay, I'm hanging up now. You can call your daughter first," Li Mengjiao said, and then hung up the phone.
Wang Peng immediately dialed his daughter's number, and the call was quickly answered.
"Little Bu Hui, guess who I am?" he said with a smile.
"Dad, I don't want to talk to you anymore." Wang Buhui's tone was resentful.
"I'm sorry, Dad has been too busy these past few days," Wang Peng said with a smile. "Honey, please forgive Dad, okay?"
“Okay, I forgive you this time.” Wang Buhui suddenly smiled. “Dad, I have good news for you. My painting won an award.”
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