"Jiang Cheng!"
Director Leng jumped up from his chair in excitement.
Jiang Cheng walked in with a smile and warmly shook hands with Director Leng.
"Director Leng, I only came up after being notified."
In other words, you knew I was coming.
Director Leng displayed no embarrassment at being caught, instead looking perfectly justified.
"Nonsense! You’re here, I must give you the treatment you deserve!"
"I tell you, only you deserve this level of excitement from me."
Jiang Cheng’s eyes squinted with laughter. After releasing the handshake, she said, "Looks like Director Leng hasn’t been idle all these years; you’ve become quite the expert in the art of Machiavellian strategies."
"Of course, ever since I met you, I realized the world isn’t just about fighting; there are plenty of big fish outside waiting to be fooled."
The two laughed heartily, and Director Leng invited Jiang Cheng to sit on the sofa and personally poured her tea.
Jiang Cheng was perfectly at ease.
After taking a few sips of tea, Jiang Cheng noticed Director Leng looking at her eagerly and put down her teacup.
"How much do you need?"
"Too much!"
Director Leng shamelessly asked, "I want to build an aircraft carrier."
Jiang Cheng: "....."
That’s quite a bit indeed.
Seeing Jiang Cheng silent, Director Leng frankly said, "I don’t expect you to cover it all; just a token contribution will do."
"Rest assured, we won’t take your money for nothing; the treatment you deserve will be given."
Jiang Cheng smiled and nodded.
"I can’t do it on my own, but... have you forgotten my skills? Fleecing the sheep is something I’m good at."
Director Leng’s eyes lit up immediately.
"I haven’t forgotten, just worried you might be too embarrassed."
After all, back then, we had nothing. Now, with status and dignity, can you still unabashedly fleece the sheep?
Jiang Cheng put on a stern face.
"Director Leng, who are you underestimating?"
"Besides, fleecing sheep when you’re broke is one thing; doing it with status and money is another."
Director Leng listened with eyes glinting, nodding repeatedly, and expressed that if needed, just say the word.
After chatting with Director Leng, Jiang Cheng left and headed home.
"Mom!"
Zhuang Zhuang ran towards Jiang Cheng, who caught him in her arms.
"Did you miss me?"
"Mom... let me tell you something..."
Zhuang Zhuang whispered mysteriously in Jiang Cheng’s ear, "Mom, I want to go poop."
Jiang Cheng felt her heart open with a smile.
Though accustomed to it by now, each of Zhuang Zhuang’s bathroom trips remained a secret—one only she was privy to.
When Jiang Cheng was home, the task of wiping fell to her, and sometimes Zhuang Zhuang would even leave his ’creation’ just for her to see.
One time, Grandma Shen flushed it away, sending Zhuang Zhuang into a wailing fit.
Of course, when Jiang Cheng wasn’t home, second-ranking Shen Que sufficed.
Jiang Cheng, holding Zhuang Zhuang, whispered back, "Okay, you go ahead."
Content, Zhuang Zhuang dashed to the bathroom, calling out just before closing the door, "Mom, wait for me outside."
"Alright!"
Jiang Cheng could only agree, having no other choice.



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