Unfortunately, Weng Group enjoyed none of the benefits of being at the center of public attention. Instead, its stock price kept falling. Even the relevant authorities were drawn to Weng Group's endless stream of negative news and began intervening one after another.
For a time, Weng Yingjie was overwhelmed. He hated Weng Shao, who had brought him all these troubles, and Pei Xingze behind Weng Shao to the bone. Driven by hatred, Weng Yingjie could not help speeding up certain underhanded operations.
In contrast, Weng Shao's life remained orderly.
In the third month after school began, Weng Shao got his driver's license.
Pei Xingze felt this was worth celebrating, so on the night Weng Shao received his license, he booked the rooftop garden restaurant at Pei Grand Hotel and treated Weng Shao to a candlelit dinner.
Weng Shao had grown used to Pei Xingze's habit of celebrating every little thing. Whether in his past life or this one, President Pei had always been someone with a strong sense of ceremony. Not to mention all those couple anniversaries that became commonplace in later years—even anniversaries such as the first time they joined forces to scheme against the Weng family, worked together inside and out to pry away Weng Group's supplier of several decades, and successfully acquired Weng Group were celebrated by Pei Xingze with him several times.
The past remained vivid in his mind, and Weng Shao could not help curling his lips.
In that instant, Weng Shao's gaze unconsciously became deep and wistful, as though it had passed through countless years to look at someone else.
Pei Xingze, who had been speaking, suddenly fell silent.
By the time Weng Shao came back to himself, only the graceful, winding melody of the piano remained in the empty restaurant. The dim candlelight