CHAPTER 600: CHAPTER 361: LEAVING IN DISGRACE

Wu Zetian glanced at the plump hand grasping his sleeve, a disdainful frown forming, "Luoluo, lend me a needle for a second."

In the puzzled eyes of those around, Eldest Young Master Wu held up a slender needle and stabbed it straight into the plump hand, "Ouch..." Wang Yanli cried out in pain as she retracted her hand, blood beads oozing out. Just as she was about to lash out, remembering the identity of the other party, she hastily smiled ingratiatingly, "Boss, please don’t lower yourself to the level of an ignorant woman like me, give my husband a chance, please."

Wu Zetian waved the needle in front of her face: "Keep talking, and I’ll turn your mouth into a wasps’ nest, believe it or not?"

Just then, a man about forty years old rushed in, ran up to Mrs. Miao, and started examining her up and down, "Cui Feng, are you alright?"

"Why are you here?" asked Mrs. Miao, puzzled.

"Miss Luo called me, said someone was bullying you, and told me to hurry over." The man explained as he turned to greet Luo Ye and Qu Yue.

A blush appeared on Mrs. Miao’s face as she chided, "At your age, you still don’t think things through. With Miss Luo here, who could bully me?"

"Heh heh..." The man chuckled, "Since Miss Luo asked me to come over, I came."

"Who is he?" Miao Qimin looked pale as he stared at Mrs. Miao.

Mrs. Miao casually responded, "My neighbor, and also my boyfriend, Zhuang Aiqiang."

"Where does Mr. Zhuang work?" Miao Qimin extended his hand, "Nice to meet you, I am Miaomiao’s biological father, Miao Qimin."

"Are you that faithless man?" Zhuang Aiqiang ignored the extended hand, "You don’t have to be sarcastic, are you relieved thinking I might not match up to you?

I might not have your status, but I genuinely want to be good to Cui Feng. Ever since she and her daughter moved to that building, I’ve wanted to take care of them.

Cui Feng has always rejected me because she doesn’t want to burden me. Honestly, she doesn’t understand that they would only be my inspiration, never a burden.

Our wedding is set for the 19th of the twelfth lunar month, when Miaomiao is on holiday. We’ll have a family reunion, but we won’t be inviting Mr. Miao."

Cui Feng smiled sweetly and chided, "Why bother telling all this to someone who doesn’t matter? Since you’re here, help with moving the furniture. The elderly home has ordered a bunch of tables, chairs, beds."

"Sure, I might not have much, but I am strong," Zhuang Aiqiang rolled up his sleeves, "President Luo, President Qu, which are the pieces, please instruct!"

"Uncle Zhuang, you shouldn’t trouble yourself, your task is to protect Aunt Miao." Luo Ye pushed him towards Mrs. Miao, pulling Qu Yue to face Wu Zetian, "Male Emperor, this is Qu Yue, my partner. We want to order some furniture for the elderly home, you two discuss, but on one condition, you cannot use your parents’ hard-earned money as a personal favor, otherwise, we’ll order elsewhere."

"Got it, I won’t use their hard-earned money for favors, but I can donate to charity," Wu Zetian reached out and shook hands with Qu Yue warmly, "Brother Qu, from now on, we’re in the same boat."

"Why?" Xing Nong looked utterly confused.

"I’ve also invested in the elderly home. Isn’t that being in the same boat?" Wu Zetian laughed happily, "Luoluo, I’ve long wanted to get involved with your elderly home, just never found the right opportunity. From now on, leave the elderly home’s furnishings to me!"

"Male Emperor..." Luo Ye shook her head helplessly, "As you wish." She initially wanted to mention that he should get his parents’ approval, but then she thought about how his parents, eager to see their son, could throw billions into it, and this little money wouldn’t be difficult for their son.

In fact, she had anticipated this outcome earlier, insisting on purchasing here partly because she didn’t want the Wu’s assets to be encroached upon, and partly because the Wen Family had already collaborated with the Wu Family, so working with her wouldn’t be a stretch.

In the future, if there were suitable projects for the Wu Family, she would also pull them in. Today, the day when that big fish swished its tail, she clearly realized the importance of alliances; this was no era for individual heroism. Money must be earned together, paths walked together; journeying together is safest!

Miao Qimin, listening to the conversation, grew increasingly uneasy. He was previously the manager of the Bai Anju Yanhua Road Store, and before that, the owner of a small construction materials company.

His circle was not very high-end, but he had seen some of the world, and one could tell from the talk of these young people that they were either wealthy or noble.