"Mikoer, when our son grows up, what do you hope he will be like?" Wang Xiaoqiang asked Mikoer.

Mikoer's innate sense of freedom was still intact, and she said, "I hope he can fulfill the dreams I haven't completed, to travel the world on foot."

Upon hearing this, Wang Xiaoqiang couldn't help but smile. His memories surged back; Mikoer was a travel enthusiast in her youth. It's understandable, considering Americans typically have a different mindset from Chinese people; most of them are naturally free-spirited and love traveling, with less of an intense pursuit for power and money.

Seeing that Mikoer didn't have high expectations for their son Wang Lin, Wang Xiaoqiang dismissed the idea of deliberately cultivating them.

Moreover, considering Wang Lin and Wang Ping were still young and immature, he decided not to pass on the Five Elements Spirit Spring to them, as it was a serious matter, and revealing it could lead to being treated as an alien and dissected.

After staying a few days and noticing everything was normal at Dolly Farm and Bordeaux Farm, Wang Xiaoqiang decided to visit Zhong Ping.

...

Zhong Ping was still living at the old seaside villa. Her son was nine years old, yet looked as if he was fourteen or fifteen, appearing taller and more mature than peers his age.

This was a result of Wang Xiaoqiang nurturing him with Spiritual Energy back then. Her son was named Wang Pengcheng, meaning "bound for great heights." When Wang Pengcheng was born, he didn't cry but laughed, which the doctors found peculiar. Now, it does seem Wang Pengcheng is indeed somewhat unusual. His mind is exceptionally mature, and he is ambitious and competitive.

On this particular Friday, it was a dual cultivation weekend. Zhong Ping was not as busy today and went to the school to pick up her son herself.

Her son attended a private school, where tuition was high but genuinely worth it, as all the teachers were top-notch nationwide.

Zhong Ping drove to the school gate, and since she arrived early, school hadn't finished yet, so she got out of the car and stood by the gate, gazing into the campus.

Dressed in professional attire, with her unique charm and voluptuous figure, she became an alluring sight, drawing many men's attention.

At that moment, a middle-aged Chinese man in a luxury car parking nearby got out. He was in a suit, exuding the aura of a successful person.

Indeed, this man was Chen Tianhua, president of the Tianhua Group, a food company with substantial funds and excellent management, which quickly penetrated the United States from China.

This man's name was Chen Tianhua. After getting out of the car, his eyes scanned Zhong Ping's voluptuous figure, and he flashed a noteworthy smile, heading straight toward her.

Although Zhong Ping was approaching fifty, she seemed like a forty-year-old woman; her skin was fair, and her figure was voluptuous, making her attractive as if time hadn't left a trace on her.

"Oh, Zhong Ping, what a coincidence!"

Coming closer, Chen Tianhua greeted her first, with a friendly smile, appearing courteous and refined, showing a gentlemanly demeanor.

Zhong Ping turned to see it was Chen Tianhua and her expression subtly changed. Chen Tianhua had always been interested in her, and despite her constant refusals, he persisted, not letting go but rather intensified, even calling her by her name rather than "Director Zhong," which made her feel uncomfortable.

"Uh, I'm here to pick up my son," Zhong Ping responded coldly without giving him a friendly face, then turned back to continue looking into the campus.

"Uh, picking up Pengcheng, right? I'm here to pick up my daughter Wanxin. Hey, Zhong Ping, I've heard that these two kids are in the same class," Chen Tianhua engaged in idle talk.

"Uh, is that so." Out of politeness, Zhong Ping acknowledged again.

Seeing Zhong Ping still cold and indifferent, not even looking at him, Chen Tianhua twisted his mouth in annoyance, saying, "By the way, Zhong Ping, about the matter I mentioned last time, do you think we can collaborate?"

Zhong Ping turned to him seriously and said, "This must go through normal procedures. You need to send your company's food to the quality inspection department of my supermarket. If it passes inspection, it can be sold on our shelves."

"No need to make it so complicated," Chen Tianhua pursed his lips, "You know our company's product quality is definitely top-notch, or it wouldn't have expanded from China to the United States in just a few years..."

"If the quality is solid, then you shouldn't fear the inspection, right?"

"Oh, forget it, let's not talk about this," Chen Tianhua waved his hand, taking four theater tickets out of his pocket, and said to Zhong Ping, "These are tickets for KFAJI's concert, very sought after, can't be bought even with money. I had a hard time getting four tickets through a friend. So, Zhong Ping, you take Pengcheng, I'll take my daughter, let's go watch together..."

"I'm not interested," Zhong Ping replied coldly, turning her head away again.

Chen Tianhua paused, a hint of annoyance passed over his face, "Zhong Ping, what's the matter with you? In a foreign land, aren't we fellow townsfolk? Is it so hard to go out and have some fun together?"

"President Chen, don't forget, I'm a married woman," Zhong Ping said without turning her head.

"Tch, I'm also married, but what difference does that make," Chen Tianhua said dismissively, "The point is, aren't we both single now..."

"Chen Tianhua, please think before you speak. You're divorced; I'm a married woman..."

"Ha ha, Zhong Ping, you claim you're married, then where is Pengcheng's father, Wang Xiaoqiang? Where is he?"

"Chen Tianhua, since you know Pengcheng's father is Wang Xiaoqiang, stop pestering me. You understand him, if you provoke him, he can do anything, and even I won't be able to stop him..."

"Ha ha, I know, Wang Xiaoqiang is a farmer with a lower level of education, a bit rough, I understand..."

"Chen Tianhua, I won't allow you to malign him," Zhong Ping suddenly turned, staring at Chen Tianhua with a face full of evil qi.

Chen Tianhua hesitated, but laughed, "Zhong Ping, let's not deceive ourselves, shall we? Let's not fool ourselves, alright? Wang Xiaoqiang has been missing for years, and you don't bother to ask around if anyone has seen him or heard from him..."

Just then, school let out, and Wang Pengcheng came out of the campus, happily running over when he saw his mother came to pick him up, shouting from afar, "Mom, I'm here."

Seeing Wang Pengcheng coming out, Chen Tianhua stepped forward and asked, "Pengcheng, have you seen my daughter Wanxin?"

Wang Pengcheng shook his head, bypassed Chen Tianhua, and walked towards his mother. At this moment, Chen Tianhua shook the four concert tickets in front of Wang Pengcheng's face, "Pengcheng, look what this is?"

"Hmm? KFAJI's concert, where did you get those?" Wang Pengcheng exclaimed in surprise, evidently a fan of KFAJI.

"Take them, they're yours," Chen Tianhua handed two tickets to Wang Pengcheng, "Tomorrow's Saturday, you can go with your mom to watch, and I'll go with Wanxin."...

Just as Wang Pengcheng was about to take the tickets, Zhong Ping firmly ordered, "Pengcheng, don't take them."

Wang Pengcheng immediately withdrew his hand and shook his head, "Sorry, I can't accept these. One shouldn't take rewards without merit..."

"Hey, take them, no need to be polite with your uncle..." Chen Tianhua insisted, putting the tickets into Wang Pengcheng's hand.

"Pengcheng, we're going home," Zhong Ping said coldly and walked away.

Wang Pengcheng quickly followed.

"Hey... Zhong Ping, what's wrong with you? Is it worth it for someone who's dead?!" Chen Tianhua shouted in anger, pointing at Zhong Ping.

"Dead? Who are you calling dead?" Zhong Ping stopped, turned back, glared at Chen Tianhua.

Wang Pengcheng also stopped and glared at Chen Tianhua.

"Who else? Wang Xiaoqiang, Wang Xiaoqiang has been dead for years. Stop fooling yourself..."

Wang Pengcheng suddenly became angry upon hearing this, "What's your game, Chen? Are you cursing my dad to be dead?"

"Wang Pengcheng, you're not fooling yourself like your mom, right? Honestly, your father Wang Xiaoqiang is long dead. Think, if he were alive, wouldn't he have come to see you..." Chen Tianhua curled his lips into a relaxed smile.

"That's enough!" Wang Pengcheng erupted in rage and, with a swift motion, slapped Chen Tianhua hard across the face. (To be continued. If you enjoy this story, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations, monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please go to m.qidian.com to read.)

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