Transmigrated as a vicious stepmother, I raised a child who became a heartthrob.

"It seems you have other guests, sister. Remember to come and sit with us later."

Shen Lin seemed to have forgotten about the carjacking incident, and continued walking inside while talking, as if the two were very familiar with each other.

"President Jiang, you looked really cool riding that motorcycle the other day. Let's hang out sometime."

A man with dyed red hair, dangling a bunch of keys in his hand, suddenly said this as he went in.

Jiang Zhuhua didn't have a strong impression of this person. But seeing the set of keys reminded him.

"There is a chance."

This is the person whose keys were stolen back then. Jiang Zhuhua was really in a hurry, so he could only take his keys.

The red-haired youth nodded and followed the noisy crowd inside.

Zhang Wuling, Ji Anrui, and a group of friends were in another private room.

Most of these people come because of face-saving, to give each other face, or out of social obligation. Some are even from different social circles and wouldn't be suitable to be in the same private room.

Jiang Zhuhua arranged for his assistants to be placed elsewhere, so they wouldn't have to squeeze in with this group of people. That wouldn't be appropriate.

Wang Xianghai, on the other hand, worked overtime.

So, people on the street saw rows of luxury cars parked there, only to be quickly driven away by those parking in front. A group of people dressed in designer clothes walked into a store.

Such a scene is bound to attract attention, but that's exactly the effect we wanted.

Jiang Zhuhua wasn't in a hurry and stood at the door waiting for Li Jiao and Li Xuefei. However, before they arrived, someone else appeared first.

Huo Wang wore a black suit and a charcoal gray tie. Instead of driving his expensive car worth over 100,000 yuan, he drove a different one. It didn't look cheap.

"Grand opening!"

Huo Wangshu was carrying a bag. After approaching, he handed the bag to Jiang Zhuhua, his eyes full of sincerity.

"Hmm. Is the suit custom-made? It looks very nice."

"There's a difference between a casually bought suit and a custom-made one, both in terms of fabric and fit," Jiang Zhuhua muttered, seemingly rambling on.

However, Huo Wang in a suit gives off a completely different vibe. Huo Wang is very tall with sharp features. Wearing a suit makes his shoulders appear even broader and his waist even slimmer. He also exudes a touch of nonchalant roguishness.

It inexplicably reminds me of a domineering CEO, or rather, the kind of old-fashioned domineering CEO with a touch of cynicism.

Even though it looks good, Jiang Zhuhua still finds himself amused by his own associations.

Is there anything inappropriate about this?

Huo Wang doesn't often wear suits, and he was a little confused after seeing her smile.

"He's like a domineering CEO."

Jiang Zhuhua honestly shared his associations.

"The three-year period has come to an end."

Huo Wang started laughing, and then chuckled as he picked up on the joke.

"Go inside first. Come here for a moment and take him to the room where my son is."

Seeing that Huo Wang hadn't come with his friends, Jiang Zhuhua arranged for him to stay with him.

"it is good."

The other party clearly had other things to do, so Huo Wang didn't want to get in the way. He simply nodded and followed the staff inside.

Li Jiao arrived shortly after. She drove herself, and an unfamiliar face stepped out of the passenger seat.

After handing the keys to the valet, Li Jiao immediately took the woman's arm.

"Hello."

"That's what the woman who got out of the passenger seat said." She wasn't very tall, wearing a white padded jacket, jeans, and Doc Martens. She wasn't dressed up at all. Her face was pitifully beautiful, with a pair of bright, clear eyes.

However, his eyes and brows carried a hint of illness, and a mocking air that seemed out of place with his appearance.

Even without those words, Jiang Zhuhua could recognize her at a glance.

"Please come inside. This isn't a place for polite conversation."

Now that everyone was here, Jiang Zhuhua gestured for them to arrive.

The soup base was made with half grouper and the other half with a stock that had been prepared separately. This was specifically requested, so it was already prepared when we entered the private room.

After Li Jiao asked the waiter to scald the bowls and chopsticks, she skillfully served Li Xuefei a bowl of fish soup.

"Have a bowl of soup first."

Li Xuefei casually took it and placed it on the table. With each movement, the two of them seemed to exude an aura that no one else could intrude.

"Stop busying yourself, I didn't come here to serve me."

The words Li Xuefei uttered did not match her appearance; they conveyed an indescribable weariness and resilience.

It's hard to believe, but you can feel the intense emotions just by listening to the voice.

"Is all the food served? Would you two like anything else?"

Jiang Zhuhua took the menu from the waiter, opened it, and handed it to Li Jiao, while asking the waiter a question.

"Boss, the kitchen is working on it, it'll be ready soon."

The ingredients are all fresh; most people order fish and shrimp, which need to be prepared on the spot. The waiter said with a smile, his hands folded in front of him.

"it is good."

Jiang Zhuhua nodded. Li Jiao simply ordered a few dishes and handed the menu to the waiter.

"You guys can go out now. I'll call you if anything comes up."

Li Jiao, sitting in her seat, easily seized the initiative in the conversation.

"I wonder what brings you two here...?"

Jiang Zhuhua really couldn't guess what these two were doing here, as they didn't usually interact much. So he simply pulled up a chair from any corner of the round table and sat down.

"I heard Pei Hong went to look for you."

Li Xuefei picked up a spoon and scooped up a mouthful of fish soup, taking only a small sip, her eyes fixed on Jiang Zhuhua.

It was as if they were trying to figure something out.

"Yes, he drank too much. He came to my place and acted crazy while drunk, but he went home the next day after he sobered up."

Li Xuefei probably had a deep grudge against the other party in her past life, and Jiang Zhuhua did not hide this fact.

Did he say anything?

That's a very interesting question.

Jiang Zhuhua picked up the teacup and poured himself a cup of tea, but didn't drink it; he just played with the teacup.

"What do you want to hear him say? Does he regret the divorce?"

What could the two of them possibly have to say? Jiang Zhuhua really couldn't understand. Surely the original owner couldn't possibly still have feelings for the other person.

"After going around in circles, he found that this place was better, so he went to her door and pestered her relentlessly, resulting in a 'wife-chasing-after-the-cremation' scenario and a happy ending? That's a tired trope in novels."

Jiang Zhuhua said.

"No. I have no interest in watching that scumbag's confession. Where's your son?"

Upon hearing these words, Li Xuefei scoffed, her eyes practically overflowing with mockery.

"precious."

Li Jiao called out softly, tugging at her arm.

Why bring up that little brat?

Although the voice was soft, Jiang Zhuhua happened to understand a little bit of lip reading.

“He is my son now, and has nothing to do with the Pei family. I will not let him get involved in those messy things.”

Jiang Zhuhua had no idea what these two people were up to, but he had to firmly maintain that his stance was separate from theirs.

She didn't want to get involved in those melodramatic plots at all.