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

Jiang Zhuhua shuddered, feeling utterly speechless.

"I always thought this thing could only play elegant music."

Jiang Zhuhua was quite speechless, and randomly pressed a few more keys. This thing didn't produce any particularly unpleasant noise even if you pressed the keys randomly.

"It can also play Twinkle Twinkle Little Star."

Zhang Wuling played a tune in the low register.

"You can even play Twinkle Twinkle Little Star?"

A strange male voice broke through the noise. Jiang Zhuhua thought the voice sounded familiar, so he looked up.

"Why are you here?"

The person who arrived was Huo Wang. Jiang Zhuhua hadn't expected him to be in a coffee shop so late at night; he just felt that a coffee shop didn't quite suit Huo Wang's personality.

Huo Wang gives off a vibe that's more suited to bars.

"I couldn't sleep, so I came out to paint."

Huo Wang stood between the two of them, like a wall, slowly separating them.

Jiang Zhuhua then noticed that the other person was carrying a drawing board and a folding stand.

There was a little bit of paint on the cuff, a little bit of orange paint.

“Mr. Huo? We only met briefly last time, I didn’t expect to run into you again.”

Zhang Wuling's smile faded slightly. After standing up, she politely shook hands, but with a little force.

Without prior arrangement, Huo Wang also exerted some force, and the two secretly competed with each other.

"Hello, your milk is ready. Would you like it placed on the table, or..."

A waiter carrying a tray with two steaming cups of milk walked straight over, breaking the awkward atmosphere.

"give it to me."

Jiang Zhuhua's phone beeped. He glanced at the message; Assistant Wang said he'd be there in five minutes.

Then there's no need to sit there and drink; standing is enough.

Zhang Wuling also took the cup in her hand.

"It's an honor to meet Director Zhang. He can also play the piano, which doesn't seem like it."

Huo Wang pointed to the piano; he hadn't heard the two people playing when he arrived.

"I've studied piano for a few years. Mr. Huo doesn't seem like someone who can paint. May I see your paintings?"

Zhang Wuling stretched out her finger and pointed to his drawing board.

"of course can."

This wasn't something shameful. Huo Wang took out his painting from his bag. He had been outside for most of the day, so the painting was dry.

Looking at the person in front of him, Zhang Wuling felt that he didn't seem like the kind of person who could sit quietly and paint.

I was just trying to pick a fight, but I didn't expect the other party to be so nonchalant.

The paintings that were taken out were not as unsightly as I had imagined.

It was a dimly lit street, but there was a bright street lamp. Fine snow was falling all around, and under the lamplight, a cat with its head down was tentatively reaching out its paw to touch the snow.

The cat was quite round and had a bell around its neck; it wasn't a stray.

The whole scene is warm and natural, and it can touch people's hearts.

In the cold city, under the warm glow of the lights, there is a chubby orange cat.

It's not a very abstract painting; on the contrary, it's quite realistic.

"How long has Mr. Huo studied painting? He looks quite good."

The two chatted back and forth. Jiang Zhuhua sensed something was amiss, but didn't interrupt, simply drinking her milk.

"You two can continue your conversation. Assistant Wang, we've arrived. I'm going home now. You two should also head home early."

Jiang Zhuhua put the cup down and left. Director Zhang wouldn't be so stingy as to not even offer a glass of milk.

The car was strapped with snow chains, but you still have to be careful when driving on the road.

Jiang Zhuhua sat in the back seat, rubbing his temples with a headache. What's the point of talking about love? What's the point of watching men fight over a woman?

Instead, focus on building a career.

Thinking about this, I checked the time on my phone and it was already past midnight. Oh well, I'll ask for the restaurant's revenue statement tomorrow.

The restaurant's revenue is pretty good, and with the help of some bloggers, the turnover on the first floor is not low.

Some things are designed specifically for the wealthy. Therefore, they are destined to remain outside the mainstream.

Jiang Zhuhua sat in the back seat. It seemed like his salary for this month would be coming soon. Add to that the year-end bonus and various dividends, and it would be quite a sum of money.

Then we can consider opening affordable hot pot restaurants that cater to the general public, catering to every household. That's the kind of business that can be chain stores.

It's just that we need to change the name to differentiate it from this place. Otherwise, rich people will feel they're not special enough, and poor people will feel they deserve to enjoy those things.

"Boss, someone's stopping the car."

The car suddenly stopped; it was slippery due to the snow. Jiang Zhuhua lifted his eyelids and glanced at it.

A girl wearing a thick white down jacket ran towards them in a disheveled state, crying with tears and snot streaming down her face. She rushed over and started banging on the car door.

Judging from his lip movements, he was probably shouting for help.

"Turn on the recording and put it there."

Jiang Zhuhua was terrified of this kind of thing; it had happened countless times, with all sorts of different incidents. He had a feeling... He was going to visit the police station tonight.

As he spoke, Jiang Zhuhua quietly pointed to the area on the door where things were being rummaged through.

After Wang Xianghai finished setting things up behind everyone's back, he only opened the car window a crack to prevent any accidents.

"Hello, what's the matter?"

Wang Xianghai wore a polite but distant smile.

"There's... there's a human trafficker! He insisted I was his wife and tried to drag me away. I don't even know him!"

The girl was crying uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face, her expression one of genuine panic. She kept looking back, and her voice was punctuated by sobs.

"Did you call the police? Do you want me to call the police for you?"

Jiang Zhuhua put on a mask, but his voice was still clear.

"My phone was stolen. Could you please call the police for me? I'm scared."

None of the women noticed the probing in his words; they simply looked terrified. Jiang Zhuhua was now certain that they were in trouble.

Their panicked attitude, their lack of empathy towards the police, and their attempts to stop cars on the road.

"Hello, I've run into some trouble here..."

Jiang Zhuhua took out his phone and dialed the police station directly. He even put it on speakerphone, carefully observing the woman's movements.

Harmfulness is not allowed, and defensiveness is indispensable.

"We can't let you in, but we can stay here with you while you wait for the police. Is that acceptable?"

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Zhuhua calmly asked a question.

When you encounter something like this, you need to be careful not to fall into someone's trap. If the other party comes up and sprays you with sleeping pills, it won't matter if there are only two people in the car or even a group of people.

Although it was cold outside, the woman was dressed quite warmly, so she wouldn't be in any danger if she stood outside for a while.

"Please, please don't leave! Help me!"