At 10 p.m., Zhuang Hua drove Zhao Laixi's Honda Accord into a dilapidated residential area and parked in front of a house.
He opened the car door and got out, then knocked on the courtyard gate. An old man's voice came from inside: "Who is it? Are you Xiao Zhuang?"
“Mother, it’s me,” Zhuang Hua replied loudly.
A sharp pain shot through his right cheek, and he instinctively reached up to cover his face; Wang Peng's slap had been too hard.
The dilapidated courtyard gate opened, and Zhuang's mother took his hand: "Xiao Hua, your friend is waiting for you inside."
"Friends?" Zhuang Hua frowned slightly and followed his mother into the house.
The small room, less than forty square meters, was lit by a dim light bulb, and a young man stood under the light; it was Wang Peng.
"Brother Peng." Zhuang Hua hurriedly closed the door and pulled Wang Peng to his bedroom.
Wang Peng looked at his swollen right cheek and felt guilty: "Xiao Zhuang, I'm sorry."
"It's alright." Zhuang Hua hurriedly shook his head. "Brother Peng, Zhao Laixi already trusts me and has asked me to be his personal driver."
Wang Peng nodded, took out a thousand yuan from his pocket, and stuffed it into Zhuang Hua's hand.
"Brother Peng, I can't accept this." Zhuang Hua hurriedly waved his hand, "You...you've given me so much since then."
"Take it." Wan Gong sighed softly and stuffed the money into his hand again.
Zhao Laixi is a ruthless man. If Zhuang Hua, who is undercover by his side, is exposed, he will definitely face a vicious revenge.
"Xiao Zhuang, after I drive Huihuang away, you'll be my driver from now on," Wang Peng said.
Zhuang Hua nodded repeatedly. As long as he could work at Brothers Supermarket, he could support his elderly mother and two younger brothers.
Now that he had received the money and the job promise, he couldn't help but smile broadly, and the pain on his right cheek seemed to have subsided.
"Brother Peng, I have a feeling that Wang Cheng and Zhao Laixi's wives are having an affair," Zhuang Hua whispered.
"I know about this. Don't focus on Zhao Laixi's wife, just focus on Zhao Laixi." Wang Peng patted him on the shoulder. "Keep it up."
“Brother Peng, it’s not just Wang Cheng, that woman also has dealings with Qian Shun,” Zhuang Hua added.
Wang Peng frowned slightly. Qian Shun was thirty-five years old, the second largest shareholder of Huihuang Supermarket, and also a close friend of Zhao Laixi.
"Hehe." Wang Peng chuckled. Ms. Lucy's private life is too colorful.
Seeing that Wang Peng was interested in the news, Zhuang Hua secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "Brother Peng, do you need me to keep an eye on Qian Shun while I'm at it?"
Wang Peng thought about it carefully and nodded: "You must be careful, and never expose yourself..."
"But you can rest assured, even if you are exposed, I can protect you and your family," Wang Peng added.
"Don't worry, Brother Peng, I'll be extra careful," Zhuang Hua patted his chest.
Just then, his phone rang. He quickly pulled it out of his pocket, answered the call, and held it to his ear: "Hello!"
"..."
"Okay, boss, I'll be right there."
"..."
Zhuang Hua hung up the phone and whispered, "Brother Peng, Zhao Laixi called me and asked me to keep an eye on Hu Mingyue."
Before he could finish speaking, Wang Peng frowned: "What do you mean?"
Zhuang Hua shook his head: "Brother Peng, I just found out too. Zhao Laixi has been sending people to monitor General Manager Hu. He asked me to relieve him."
"Okay! Thank you for your hard work. If there's any further news, please let me know." Wang Peng patted him on the shoulder and turned to leave.
He never expected that Zhao Laixi would send people to monitor Hu Mingyue.
Mingyue has moved out of her family home and lives alone in Guangming Residential Area. If Zhao Laixi wants to deal with her, she has no way to fight back.
After leaving the dealership, Wang Peng immediately drove to Guangming Residential Area, calling Li Mingzhu as he drove.
"Honey, where are you?" Li Mingzhu's voice came through the phone.
"I'm driving, heading to Guangming Residential Area," Wang Peng told her, informing her that Hu Mingyue was being monitored.
After hearing this, Li Mingzhu sneered, "Husband, I'm sorry, it was my oversight."
Wang Peng shook his head: "It's not your fault, I didn't think of that either. Think about how to deal with this."
Li Mingzhu said, "Husband, come back. I will personally take charge of Mingyue's safety."
“Okay,” Wang Peng said. “I’ll give her a call and I’ll be home right away.”
Wang Peng hung up the phone. Compared to Hu Mingyue, he was more worried about his wife and children.
Since Zhao Laixi sent people to monitor Hu Mingyue, he would definitely also send people to stake out the Wenxin Garden.
It's easy to dodge a spear in the open, but hard to guard against an arrow in the dark; this kind of thing is the most troublesome.
He drove all the way back to the Wenxin Garden residential complex, parked his car downstairs, and looked at the surrounding residents through the car window.
It was nearly 11 p.m., and any household with a light on in their bedroom was likely hiding Zhao Laixi's henchmen.
As he observed, he took out his phone to record the information. A total of fifteen households had their lights on, including Wang Cheng's house.
Wang Peng stared at Wang Cheng's window and smiled coldly: "If I'm not mistaken, the paparazzi are hiding upstairs in Wang Cheng's house."
Just then, his phone rang, and he answered, "Hello, this is Wang Peng."
"This is Li Mingzhu. Honey, you're back. I just saw a car parked downstairs," Li Mingzhu said.
"It's me. I'll be upstairs now." Wang Peng hung up the phone, opened the door, and got out of the car.
As he walked up the stairs, he looked back at Wang Cheng's house; the lights were still on in the windows.
"Hmph!" Wang Peng sneered, slowly went upstairs, took out his key and opened the door.
"Husband." Li Mingzhu locked the door, pulled Wang Peng into the bedroom, and looked at Wang Cheng's house through the curtains.
Five minutes later, the lights in Wang Cheng's house went out.
"Hmph," Li Mingzhu said with a smile, "I guessed right, the paparazzi are hiding at Wang Cheng's house."
Wang Peng scratched his head and said with a smile, "Does Wang Cheng live here?"
“No, Li Guifen has always lived here,” Li Mingzhu replied. “She…she has lost a lot of weight recently and looks very haggard.”
Thinking of his mother, with whom he shared blood, Wang Peng felt a pang of bitterness in his heart and couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh.
"Honey, please don't pity her, she deserves it." Li Mingzhu suddenly blushed.
She blushes when she's extremely angry, and Wang Peng quickly asked, "What's wrong?"
Li Mingzhu gritted her teeth and said, "I've heard a lot of rumors in the neighborhood. Some elderly people say that I'm unfilial and don't care about my own mother's life or death."
"This must be Li Guifen spreading rumors about you everywhere. Even now, she still hasn't repented." Li Mingzhu became angrier and angrier as she spoke, her face turning increasingly red.
"Don't be angry." Wang Peng hugged her, though he was also furious inside.
A leopard can't change its spots. He never imagined that even in her current state of destitution, Li Guifen would still resort to such disgusting behavior.
“Alright.” Wang Peng shook his head. “Since she continues to be so stubborn, let’s just leave her alone.”
“Okay!” Li Mingzhu nodded emphatically, then said, “Honey, let’s not talk about that for now, let’s talk about our security issues first.”
She turned off the light and pulled Wang Peng to sit on the bed: "Let Mingyue come stay with us. I'm really worried about her being alone outside."
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