Wang Xiaoliang tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep soundly.
Li Le's last words circled in his head all night like a curse.
Sun Ting.
The wife of Li Laifu's own nephew.
When he pressed Li Le for more details, Li Le couldn't explain anything further.
They were only distant relatives. Even his two aunts, Li Fengxia and Li Fengying, didn't know.
Not knowing had been fine. Now that he knew about this connection, it felt like phlegm stuck in his throat that he couldn't spit out. It didn't hurt, but it made him terribly uncomfortable.
The next day was Zhou Qiang and Li Lanxiang's wedding. That morning, he had to go to the airport with Wei Zijin to pick up Liu Xinyu and his wife, and they were getting together at noon.
Early that morning, Wei Zijin was in a good mood, humming as she put on her makeup.
"Honey, listen to this. The organizers were so happy with our gig yesterday that they gave me an extra two thousand as a bonus! I split it evenly with the photographer and the others."
"Nice. That's my amazing wife." Wang Xiaoliang sat on the edge of the bed and gave her a perfunctory reply, but his mind was still a tangled mess.
Wei Zijin poked her head out of the bathroom. The face mask she wore hid her expression, but there was no hiding the pride in her voice. "Of course! Just look whose wife I am!"
Wang Xiaoliang leaned over and kissed Wei Zijin on the neck.
He was still thinking about Sun Ting.
Why did that kid Li Le have to warn me?
*Just because she's related to Li Laifu? What kind of reason is that? Sun Ting's been at the store all this time, and there's