"Please bear with us for a while. After this, we'll make it up to you."
Lady Meng ran her hands down her daughter's hair.
"Yes, yes." Meng Ling nodded. "Besides, how can I let that bitch get her happy-ever-after? She could rot in hell for all I care!"
At Chu Yao's high-class private club in City A.
Yang Ming and Meng Chang sat opposite one another. The sweet and spicy fragrance of tea wafted around them.
"Well, Mr. Yang, what do you think about the collaboration between both the Meng and the Yang Family?"
"It would be my owner to cooperate with you."
Meng Yang chuckled. "Chief Yang is truly one of a kind. It seems that you have a bright future ahead of you, young man!" He raised his cup in the air.
The other man clinked his cup with his. "Thank you for your auspicious words."
After some small talk, the pair decided to talk about the appropriate date for Yang Ming and Meng Ling's engagement, which was only three days away from Yao Ran's coming-of-age ceremony.
