Chapter 45: It would be great if Uncle could come every day

In the same residential community.

In the apartment on the ninth floor of Building Five.

Wei Mingcheng sat on the sofa with a grim expression.

His wife Wang Lan, and his brother-in-law Wang Hao, were sitting on the opposite sofa.

Wang Hao wore an embarrassed smile.

On Wang Lan's face, arrogance still hung.

Such an expression had already become a habit on her face.

Pa!

Wei Mingcheng threw a paper bag onto the coffee table.

Wang Lan glanced at it, then remained seated without moving.

Wang Hao glanced at it, then reached out to grab the paper bag.

He was curious what was inside.

Wei Mingcheng said in a low voice: "Don't touch these things; get out now!"

Wang Hao quickly pulled his hand back, "Brother-in-law, what's got you so angry?"

Get out!

Wei Mingcheng roared again.

Wang Hao had no choice but to get up and leave the room.

After closing the door, he leaned against it, smoking while keeping his ears open for any movement inside.

Wang Lan picked up the paper bag with a cold smile.

Opening it, she dumped out a large stack of photos.

They were all photos related to Wang Lan.

Upon seeing these photos, Wang Lan furrowed her brows.

In the photos, she was seen strolling hand-in-hand with a young handsome guy, and on a yacht wearing a bikini, being horizontally embraced by the handsome guy... these could still be explained.

But some of the photos were taken at a certain club.

The scenes in the photos were simply unbearable to look at.

Wei Mingcheng sneered: "You're having a blast out there! Why didn't you have this kind of passion for me when you were young?"

Wang Lan gritted her teeth: "Surname Wei, you actually had someone secretly photograph me?! What do you mean, are you trying to divorce me?"

I tell you, even if you have these photos and sue me for divorce, you still have to give me half of your property!

Wei Mingcheng remained silent.

Wang Lan took a deep breath and then said: "Our marital relationship has long been in name only; we both understand that I'm out playing, and you're no different."

Wei Mingcheng said: "You're right! I'm showing you these photos to tell you that this marriage must end either way! And you won't get a single cent!"

Wang Lan flared: "Damn it! What do you want? Surname Wei, if it weren't for me scrambling for money to help you secure the shop and let you do business, you wouldn't be where you are today?"

Now that you've made it rich, seeing me old and faded, you just want to kick me to the curb, you heartless bastard...

Enough!

Wei Mingcheng raised his hand, with a grim expression, stopping Wang Lan's outburst.

He knew that once this woman started shrewing, there would be no end.

Seeing Wei Mingcheng's gaze, Wang Lan closed her mouth.

He knew that if he truly angered Wei Mingcheng, he would be beaten.

Over the years, Wei Mingcheng had hit her more than once or twice.

Wei Mingcheng repressed his anger and said: "These years you've made money, look at you—what have you become, and what about your brother Wang Hao?"

With a few stinking bucks, you think you're the emperor?

Damn it, when you're out causing a scene, can't you bring a bit of brains? Did you collect one million this afternoon?

Wang Lan was first stunned, then curled the corner of her mouth and said: "That kid Da Hua was beaten to death by that guy, I made him compensate me one million. Actually, one million is still cheap for that guy. By the way, this money is mine; when we settle accounts at month's end, you have to return it to me."

Seeing Wang Lan's smug look, Wei Mingcheng flared with anger, stood up, and slapped her across the face.

Pa~

Wang Lan covered her face, instantly dazed.

Wei Mingcheng pointed at Wang Lan and roared: "You damn well can't provoke just anyone, but you went and offended Lin Feng! Do you know he's the landlord of our shop?"

Our business at Gan Guo Cheng is doing so well; the most important thing is that we occupy a good location—if we move, who knows if we can still make money.

This endeavor stresses heavenly timing, earthly advantage, and human harmony.

Now it's fine! They say they won't renew the lease, you damn well tell me what to do!

Wang Lan finally understood why Wei Mingcheng had rushed back to flare up.

It turned out to be because of this matter.

"If they don't rent, they don't rent! Without that Butcher Lin, I wouldn't believe we'd eat hairy pork. As long as we have money, Yanjing is so big—we can just find another place!"

Seeing Wang Lan's face without a trace of remorse, Wei Mingcheng gritted his teeth: "If something like this had happened half a year ago, there would still be a way, but now... we have no money! Tomorrow, you must go apologize to Lin Feng! Otherwise, I won't let this rest!"

Over the past two years, Wang Lan has grown arrogant, valuing face above all else.

She would never apologize to Lin Feng.

To her, this is worse than death.

Finally, Wei Mingcheng stormed out, slamming the door.

"Brother-in-law, brother-in-law, what's wrong?"

Wang Hao saw Wei Mingcheng storm out angrily and hurried forward to ask.

Wei Mingcheng shoved Wang Hao aside and walked straight toward the elevator.

Wang Hao didn't chase after him; instead, he went inside.

When he saw the photo on the coffee table, he quickly averted his gaze.

Wang Lan took out a cigarette, lit it, and said lightly, "The man surnamed Wei wants to divorce me."

Wang Hao was first stunned, then his eyes brightened as he said, "Sister, divorce! It should have happened long ago! But regarding the assets, you have to take half."

Wang Hao supported Wang Lan's divorce because, although he had skimmed some money from his brother‑in‑law over the past two years, it was only a small sum to him.

He was thinking of hundreds of thousands, even millions of cash!

Once the couple divorces, he can push his sister into business, and the money will end up in his own hands, right?

……

At the same time.

After driving his car out of the underground garage, Wei Mingcheng parked it by the roadside.

Then he took out his phone and muttered, "Since you don't know the times, I can't be blamed for being ruthless."

He then dialed a number, "Hello! Call the police!"

……

At the first hint of dawn, Lin Feng slipped away, looking guilty.

He got home and immediately took a shower.

Then he tossed the changed clothes into the washing machine.

After having breakfast at a snack shop outside the complex, he saw it was already 8:30, and Han Xiang hadn't called, so he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But on second thought, after something like that happened, a normal woman wouldn't call, would she?

Just as he was about to put the phone down, it rang.

It was a call from Wei Mingcheng.

After Lin Feng answered the call, he returned home.

A moment later, the doorbell rang.

When he opened the door, Wei Mingcheng smiled and said, "Boss Lin, sorry to disturb you."

Lin Feng laughed, "Boss Wei, no need for formalities, please come in!"

Carrying a large bag, Wei Mingcheng entered the house and voluntarily changed his shoes.

"Boss Lin, I'm here to make amends. My wife is truly no good; I've already punished her. Here's two million, and the extra one million is just my compensation to you."

After speaking, Wei Mingcheng pushed the bag containing two hundred thousand cash toward Lin Feng.

Lin Feng waved his hand, "One million is enough; I don't want any extra. By the way, you owe me that meal!"

"This… this…"

Wei Mingcheng didn't know what to say.

Lin Feng smiled, "It's not a matter of harming anyone; a simple apology and compensation will do. But I think your wife won't apologize to me, and I don't need to make things difficult for Boss Wei, right?"

"How about the lease renewal?"

Wei Mingcheng asked.

"There's still a year and a half left, so you don't need to rush, Boss Wei! Here, have a cigarette."

Saying that, Lin Feng took out a pack of cigarettes, opened it, and handed one to Wei Mingcheng.

Wei Mingcheng smoked one.

After both lit their cigarettes, Wei Mingcheng took out his phone and showed Lin Feng a photo.

"This is a photo of my ex‑wife Wang Lan and her brother Wang Hao being arrested. I never expected it! After getting money these past two years, they dared to touch something they shouldn't have—it's a matter of irreversible doom…"

Lin Feng glanced at the photos on the phone a few times, then looked at Wei Mingcheng with surprise.

He thought to himself that the fellow's face was square and his appearance seemed honest and simple, yet he was actually a shrewd and resourceful person.

Wei Mingcheng showed sincerity and politely raised the lease renewal, so Lin Feng no longer made things difficult for him.

……

Han Xiang got up late because she had gone to bed very late last night.

But when she woke, she was surprised to find herself back in her own bedroom.

Lying beside her was her daughter, Song Jiaren.

As for Lin Feng, he was nowhere to be seen.

He was probably sleepwalking last night.

He had this habit since childhood.

She thought, "I didn't expect someone in their twenty‑seven or twenty‑eight to still have this problem."

Probably when he sleepwalked last night, Lin Feng didn't want to disturb her, so he went out and slept on the sofa!

She left the room and looked around everywhere but saw no one.

She had intended to call and ask, but then thought better of it.

After entering the bathroom, Han Xiang finally noticed discomfort in her leg.

There was a sticky sensation, like sweating.

She lowered her head and saw a stain on her nightgown.

She touched it, held it to her nose, and smelled a strange odor.

At that moment, Song Jiaren entered the bathroom, rubbing her eyes, and asked, "Mom, where's Uncle?"

Han Xiang put her hand down, shook her head, and said, "He probably left because of something."

"Then Mom, could you call Uncle and ask him to come by every day to keep me company?"

Children are all greedy.

Han Xiang shook her head, "Your Uncle Lin is busy, so he won't come every day."

"Oh!"

Song Jiaren nodded regretfully.

Han Xiang frowned, then "researched" the strange scent in her hand.

But she had never encountered it before, and no matter how she thought, she couldn't figure it out.

Could it be inflammation?

Then she opened the studio's computer and searched online.

Although she is a classical lady, she still likes to go online and read information posted on the internet.

Soon, she found the answer.

And it was an answer she found by accident.

With a somewhat stubborn personality, she kept a little of it, then decided to buy a microscope.

What it actually is, she must figure out.

"Mom, why is your face so red? Is it a fever?"

After observing Han Xiang for a while, Song Jiaren noticed Han Xiang's complexion was off and asked with a worried look.

"Ah!"

Han Xiang was startled.

Then she touched her own cheek.

It was a bit warm, but not a fever.

"Mom is going out for a while and will be back soon; remember to eat the bread and drink a cup of Milk, okay?"

"Mm!"

Song Jiaren nodded obediently.

Then Han Xiang went out to buy a microscope.