When the Lan family attempted to seize control of Guangming Hospital by foul means, it was perfectly natural for Su Ziyu to seek Mo Hongti's help in resolving the crisis. After all, Su Ziyu was aware of how Mo Hongti, with her powerful backer, had once forced Du Tianci to back down.
Unfortunately, Mo Hongti informed Su Ziyu that her backer would not dare to offend the Lan family for her sake and asked for her understanding.
This was Mo Hongti's explanation to Li Qianfan.
Li Qianfan believed her.
"Forcing her to bear some pressure now in exchange for Kangjian Pharmaceutical, valued at over a billion yuan, is quite worthwhile. I'm waiting for the Lan family to make their move, giving me the best opportunity."
Li Qianfan, believing he had victory in his grasp, smiled and stood up. "It's getting late, I must go back. My wife has a habit of waking up in the middle of the night to find me when she's had too much to drink, and getting anxious if she can't. You should also get some rest; beautiful women are all about getting enough sleep."
Li Qianfan was right.
As he approached the guest room where he was staying, the door opened. Su Ziyu, with drunken eyes but a panicked expression, leaned against the doorframe with her hands. "Qianfan, where were you?"
"I just went out for a cigarette."
Li Qianfan quickly entered the room, bent down, and scooped her into his arms. "Don't worry, I won't leave you."
Su Ziyu's arms wrapped around his neck, her face pressed against his chest. She murmured with her eyes closed, "I can't sleep when you're not by my side. I get flustered when I can't see you."
*Click.*
The room door softly closed.
The empty corridor returned to its quiet state.
On the west side of room 2108, by the stairwell.
Mo Hongti leaned quietly against the wall, looking at the ceiling and smoking silently.
She envied Su Ziyu immensely for having a powerful man who cared for her meticulously.
She also envied Li Qianfan for having a wife who was outwardly cold but inwardly warm, clinging to him like a young girl.
"This must be what love looks like, right?" Mo Hongti murmured softly. "It's just a pity that fate didn't grant Su Ziyu much time to enjoy this beautiful love. I hope my younger brother can save her. Otherwise, it would be too regrettable for this beautiful love to end prematurely. If..."
Thinking of this, Mo Hongti's heart skipped a beat.
If Su Ziyu were truly to pass away from illness!
Then she, Mo Hongti, would have a chance to help her, take care of Li Qianfan, and fully enjoy her own exclusive love!!
"No! Mo Hongti, how can you have such wicked thoughts?"
Mo Hongti suddenly raised her hand and slapped herself.
*Pia—*
The crisp sound of the slap was quite jarring in the empty 21st floor.
Dai Paipai, hiding behind the inner door of room 2108, heard it clearly.
"So, it's not just me who has unknowingly fallen into that web." Dai Paipai whispered, then tiptoed back to the bed.
She sprawled out, her eyes staring fixedly at the ceiling. After an unknown period, she picked up her phone.
There was a photo on her phone.
It was taken when she re-added Li Qianfan as a friend and was photographing the moon, and she had taken a photo of him incidentally.
She zoomed in on the photo.
Her right thumb caressed Li Qianfan's face, her heart began to race, and her cheeks flushed.
An overwhelming sense of guilt brought pain to her eyes.
In the end, she could not suppress the poisonous weeds in her heart.
Looking at Li Qianfan's photo, she slowly reached out.
In the quiet guest room, the sound of nearing death quietly began to emerge.
A peculiar odor also began to slowly permeate the air.
At six fifty in the morning.
Dai Paipai, who had woken up a few minutes earlier, looked contemplative and flushed as she got out of bed and walked to the window, opening it.
Fresh air immediately rushed in with a silent roar.
Today.
It was a sunny day—
At eight in the morning.
Dressed in her captivating attire, Dai Paipai, with a happy smile on her lips, arrived at the vice general manager's office of Paipai Fashion, in her high heels.
"Paipai, in at most fifty days, you'll be free. Keep going!"
Dai Paipai, carrying a watering can, watered the begonia on the windowsill. Thinking of Li Qianfan's promise to her last night, her mood improved further.
She couldn't help but hum the song she had heard on the radio on her way: "Come on, have fun, there's plenty of time anyway."
A voice like a hissing snake suddenly came from behind her: "Did that little bastard agree to give you at least another thirty thousand sets of orders?"
*Bang!*
Dai Paipai's heart leaped.
Her nerves and muscles tensed up instantly.
She had been so lost in thought that she hadn't heard the door open or noticed Wang Mingshuai approaching from behind.
A few seconds later, she finally relaxed.
But she didn't turn around.
Her voice was calm and unhurried: "Isn't it just a mere order of thirty thousand sets of work clothes? For my father, it's just a phone call away."
Wang Mingshuai roared aggressively: "Bitch. You call him Dad to my face, what do you take me for?"
Dai Paipai still didn't turn around: "I consider you a dog even worse than Zhao Lianjin."
Wang Mingshuai was furious and violently grabbed a teacup from the table.
"If you dare lay a hand on me, you won't get the order." Dai Paipai said coldly, turning to look.
Wang Mingshuai's hand, raised with the teacup, froze mid-air.
Dai Paipai smiled contemptuously, put down the watering can, and sat behind the desk.
She looked at Wang Mingshuai: "Remember to knock when you come into my office from now on."
"Bitch—"
Wang Mingshuai took a deep breath and asked, "When will you bring the order?"
Dai Paipai replied: "Anytime. As long as you can produce it."
"Then that's fine. I'll let you know."
Wang Mingshuai put down the teacup and turned to leave, but Dai Paipai said, "Wait."
Wang Mingshuai turned back to look at her.
"My father said that if you agree to one condition of his."
Dai Paipai took off her gold-rimmed glasses, breathed on them, and said slowly, "In fifty days, he will gradually hand over a quarter of Qingyun's workwear market to you."
Did Li Qianfan say these things?
Dai Paipai said he said them, so he must have said them!
Wang Mingshuai's eyes lit up: "What condition? Hurry and tell me."
A quarter of Qingyun's market, that was a huge cake!
If Wang Mingshuai truly obtained this cake, he would have absolute confidence in expanding his company's scale by more than twice!
With over a thousand employees, he would be a genuine boss!
Dai Paipai chuckled inwardly, picked up a pen, and drew a baby on a piece of paper.
Wang Mingshuai paused for a moment, then understood instantly!
"You... to give him a child?"
Resentment flashed in Wang Mingshuai's eyes.
He instinctively raised his hand and covered his chest.
His heart ached—
With a *snap*, Dai Paipai dropped the pen: "Of course, you can refuse."
Looking at this woman, Wang Mingshuai closed his eyes in pain.
They had once loved each other so much!
Of course, he could discern from the spring in Dai Paipai's demeanor that she had been joyous last night.
But who knew what had happened that led them to this point?
Not only had she fallen in love with a man other than her husband, but her eyes also sparkled with anticipation when she talked about having a child for someone.
"It's all that little bastard's fault for ruining my family, for ruining my love! I swear to heaven, one day, I will tear him to pieces!" Wang Mingshuai roared inwardly, his face ashen, his chest heaving violently.
Dai Paipai, acting as if nothing had happened, hummed a tune and walked into the restroom.
When she emerged again, she was holding a small piece of clothing she had just washed.
She had been distracted this morning and forgotten to change.
After hanging the clothes in the lounge, she sat in the executive chair and casually placed her high heels on the corner of the desk.
She continued humming, lit a cigarette, and used an eyebrow pencil to write a few characters on her leg.
One character on her left leg: Dad.
Two characters on her right leg: Yours.
Then, in front of Wang Mingshuai, she took out her phone and took a picture with a *click*.
Witnessing all this, Wang Mingshuai's face contorted in a grimace.
But he suppressed it: "Tell that little bastard, it's a deal."
After saying this, he turned and strode out of the office.
He slammed the door shut with a thunderous bang!
Dai Paipai, however, was unconcerned. She kissed the photo.
Sending the beautiful picture—
*Ding.*
Li Qianfan, who was explaining the future of the company to Old Su, instinctively picked up his phone upon receiving a message and opened it.
Just then.
Shen Yun, who was refilling his water, approached him from behind.