"I ate a bit too much. How about us won go for a walk, so the n can take a smoke break?" suggested Tong Ya.
"Grandpa, let take you fishing!" Luo Jun eagerly invited Leng Lin, and Qin Wanwan imdiately chid in, "I’ll go too!"
"Alright, let’s go fishing!"
Leng Lin stood up, holding the hands of the two little ones. The guards had already approached, following closely. Ah Jiu imdiately signaled to several bodyguards in the distance, who then split into two groups for protection.
"Zimo, since you quit smoking, shouldn’t you donate your Cuban cigars?" Shen Yizhou said on purpose.
"Alright, I’ll go get them for you," Leng Zimo stood up. "President Jiao, care to join?"
Jiao Yang looked up at him in surprise, then stood up from the mat, lazily smiling, "Sure!"
As the two n walked towards the room in the distance, Leng Zimo raised his hand, signaling Ah Jiu not to follow.
Shen Yizhou originally wanted to take the opportunity to chat with Leng Zimo. Seeing him deliberately invite Jiao Yang, a hint of confusion flashed in his eyes, but he remained seated on the blanket.
"Those two aren’t going inside for a duel, are they?" joked Leng Zirui.
"Quite possibly," Qin Lan retracted her gaze, letting it fall on Leng Zirui’s face. "Has Xu Pei been sentenced?"
"Finally detained, but she’ll probably appeal. She’s pregnant, so she has the right to opt for community service," Leng Zirui replied simply.
"That woman..." Qin Lan tightened her fingers, crushing the soda can in her hand, "If it weren’t for her being pregnant, I’d kill her!"
Qin Lan was a friend of Leng Zimo and didn’t have deep feelings for Seo Fei. Previously, Seo Fei treated Luo Jun and Qin Wanwan poorly. As their father and Leng Zimo’s good friend, he naturally despised Xu Pei.
Shen Yizhou listened to them ntion Seo Fei, and thinking of Leng Zimo’s condition, his mood grew sullen, and he gulped down his beer.
"Brother Yizhou, what’s up?" Leng Zirui easily noticed his odd behavior, moving to sit next to him, "Is it because Sister Tong Ya got pregnant and won’t let you in bed?!"
Shen Yizhou squeezed the can in his hand, "If only that were the case."
Leng Zirui quickly sensed sothing was wrong. Normally, if teased like that, Shen Yizhou would retort back. "What’s really going on?"
Shen Yizhou, afraid he’d be found out, quickly changed his tone, "What else could it be? Look at you guys; Qin Lan bought Huangfu Ruo a castle, Leng Zimo got Xiao Qian a farm, and , I can’t even afford an apartnt near the Second Ring!"
Qin Lan rolled her eyes at him, "Oh, co on, why cry poor? Last year, your Nobel funding was more than enough to buy two farms like that."
Shen Yizhou was an exceptional dical student. Not ntioning his inco, he already made a fortune writing academic books and serving as a guest professor. Last year, one of his projects even won the Nobel Prize in Physiology or dicine. Claiming poverty was clearly a facade.
Leng Zirui patted his shoulder, "Don’t worry, no need to pretend. When the ti cos, little brother will definitely give you a big red envelope."
"I’ve been waiting for that promise!" Shen Yizhou laughed too, though he secretly sighed; Qin Lan was one thing, but Leng Zirui had sharp eyes—he was genuinely worried Leng Zirui would uncover the truth.
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