Wu Wenli was overjoyed, Heaven really favored her, granting her the opportunity to get close to this man so quickly.
Xiaofeng glanced at the two of them.
She had heard a bit about her brother’s affair with Yin Li before; it was impossible for her brother to be so invested in a woman without having some feelings for her.
However, Yin Li and her brother were destined to be from two different worlds, never meant to end up together.
Compared to Yin Li, Wu Wenli seemed more suitable for her big brother.
Generous, hardworking, and willing to take on challenges.
So, if her brother and her hit it off, it might not be such a bad thing after all.
After dinner, Su Peng took the initiative to offer Wu Wenli a ride home.
Wu Wenli certainly couldn’t refuse, and on the way, they talked about Xiaofeng’s thoughts. Su Peng smiled knowingly, "I think my sister must have other ideas about you, but it really depends on your abilities."
"Really, you saying that actually excites me."
"I’m just saying. Whether it’s true or not depends on whether my sister has that intention. She’s a person with ideas."
"That’s true; if she hadn’t reminded me to make a golden trip to Haicheng, I would never have thought of that on my own." Wu Wenli genuinely admired Xiaofeng’s ideas and visions. Talking with her felt like unlocking the Ren and Du meridians in TV dramas, suddenly making sense of many things.
"She does have a lot of ideas." Su Peng spoke of his sister with genuine admiration.
"Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if she married into a wealthy family in the Imperial Capital. I’ve always wondered what kind of man would be worthy of such a woman. Although my time with her has been short, her words and actions have thoroughly impressed me."
"My brother-in-law is also an incredible person." Full of gratitude, Su Peng spoke of Ye Cheng, "If he hadn’t operated on me and cured me, I might still be the same fool as before, and you wouldn’t want to be matched with such a fool, right?"
"I actually really want to see what you were like before. Were you the same as now?" Wu Wenli couldn’t imagine what Su Peng’s foolish past self was like.
Listening to her words, Su Peng’s tone changed, "Miss, since I drove you home, could you buy me a candy?"
Hearing Su Peng’s sudden foolish remark, Wu Wenli couldn’t stop laughing, "You being is quite cute."
"Because I’m normal now, you find it cute. If I were always foolish and remained , you wouldn’t think so."
"So, you’re lucky." Wu Wenli also knew of a few who suffered from fever-induced confusion in their childhood, but clearly, they didn’t have Su Peng’s luck, spending a lifetime likely without hope of recovery.
"Yes, my mom says Xiaofeng is the lucky star of our family. Because of her, my dad’s hand got better, my brain got better, and now I can get married normally."
"Now that you mention it, it really seems so. By the way, do you know a lot of people in Haicheng? Do you know any qipao tailors or fashion craftsmen with great skills? After some thought, I still prefer the idea of finding a master to apprentice under."
"I know a few managers at department stores, they probably know some people. I’ll make some inquiries for you later."
Wenli smiled at his words, her lips curling upwards.
Su Peng drove with intense focus, his gaze fixed on the road ahead.
Suddenly, a figure dashed out from behind a big tree at the side of the road, recklessly hurling itself toward Su Peng’s car.
Taken aback by the unexpected figure, Su Peng braked hard.
Wenli quickly got out to investigate as well.
They saw Zhang Dacai lying in front of Su Peng, contorting his face in apparent agony.
"Ouch, ouch," Zhang Dacai moaned in pain, "Everybody, come quick! Someone’s been hit; there’s been a deadly accident!"
As Su Peng got out of the car and saw that it was Zhang Dacai, his face darkened, "Zhang Dacai, you still dare to show up in front of me."
Hearing Su Peng’s words, Zhang Dacai stayed on the ground, refusing to get up and acting shamelessly, "You hit me, I can’t walk. I can get up, but you have to give me two hundred bucks."
Unable to make Su Peng recognize him as his son, he had apparently run out of ideas for extorting money.
Su Peng was his son, no matter where he went; that fact wouldn’t change.
"You’ve got some nerve." Su Peng scoffed coldly.
"Son, I’m really hurt. Look at my leg; you hit it just now. I don’t care; you have to give me at least two hundred, or I’ll tell everyone that you don’t want to acknowledge me and even tried to kill me, branding you as an unfilial person, deserving to be struck by lightning."