Mo Wanzhen was truly frustrated and upset; the emotions hit her as soon as she got in the car, and silent tears rolled down her cheeks.
Wang Chuang, usually at the factory and aware of what had happened, comforted her while driving: “This isn’t your fault.”
“Management positions go to those with ability. That’s how the factory runs. It’s not about who’s close to you or me.”
“Don’t listen to some trashy women spreading nonsense.”
“Some people—men and women alike—have dirty minds and filthy mouths.”
“When Yu Dong first came, people were already saying she was Jiang Luo’s mistress.”
“They even said she had something with me too.”
“Shameless. I happened to overhear it—so I went up and slapped her so hard she nearly lost teeth.”
Mo Wanzhen burst out laughing.
Seeing her laugh, Wang Chuang smiled too, and suggested: “Want to find a place to sit and have a drink? A little wine to cheer up, sleep it off, and tomorrow it’ll all be forgotten.”
“Okay.”
Mo Wanzhen nodded.
Later, at a local eatery, before the dishes even arrived, Wang Chuang stared, dumbfounded, as Mo Wanzhen tilted her head back and downed a whole bottle of beer in one go.
Wang Chuang: “……”
“You… you…”
He couldn’t believe it—neither he nor Jiang Luo would ever drink like that.
Mo Wanzhen slammed the empty bottle on the table with a loud “clack,” glaring and swearing in her native northern dialect: “Those sons they raised are all blind!”
Huh?
Wang Chuang didn’t understand.
Mo Wanzhen turned and called in Mandarin: “Boss, bring me a whole case of beer.”
A whole case!?
Wang Chuang was once again shocked.
The next day, after a night to reset her mood, Mo Wanzhen clicked her heels in her black mid-heel shoes and went to the garment workshop. She approached the girls’ workstations, pointed at them calmly, and said: “You don’t need to work anymore. Put it down.”
“Go handle your payroll with finance.”
“What do you mean?” the bold girl demanded.
Mo Wanzhen turned slightly, smiled, and said: “I mean, get lost.”
“Don’t understand?”
Clicking her heels, she left.
“You have no right! I’m going to the factory manager! Jiang Luo! I’ll report you!”
Mo Wanzhen didn’t even look back: “Jiang Luo doesn’t deal with this.”
“Report all you want, go ahead.”
“If you make a fuss, you can also explain to Jiang Luo how you’ve been spreading rumors about me.”
“You’re Jiang Luo’s mistress anyway!”
A girl shouted, and the once-noisy workshop instantly went silent.
Mo Wanzhen turned back, her face stern, and strode up, raising her hand and delivering a slap to the girl’s face: “Your mother’s a mistress!”
Naturally, the matter escalated, but Jiang Luo didn’t handle such issues—he wasn’t at the factory. Wang Chuang took care of it.
Wang Chuang, unconditionally protecting Mo Wanzhen, fired the girls. When the slapped girl threatened to call the police, Wang Chuang said: “The workshop has surveillance, every corner of the factory is monitored. It’s all recorded whether you’re spreading rumors about Director Mo. Call the police, sure—but after you file, we’ll sue for defamation and claim a few thousand in damages. Go ahead, try it.”
He also made an example to deter others, hanging banners throughout the workshop: “Spreading rumors is illegal—control your words,” effectively stopping further gossip.
“Thank you.”
Mo Wanzhen was genuinely grateful.
“For what? We’re all on the same team,” Wang Chuang said casually.
“Next time, we’ll drink together.”
“Sure,” Mo Wanzhen smiled.
That same day, Jiang Luo’s Bentley pulled into the industrial zone. He spotted Wang Chuang, driving his rented Volkswagen, giving Mo Wanzhen driving lessons on the road.
Hmm?
Jiang Luo thought he was mistaken and slammed on the brakes. The car behind him, Old Four, almost rear-ended him, and the passenger, Wang Junqing, bumped against the seatback, nearly cracking his teeth.
Wang Junqing: “……”
In the Bentley, Jiang Luo rolled down the passenger window, craning his neck to watch Wang Chuang and Mo Wanzhen laughing together as they practiced driving.
Alright then.
Jiang Luo smiled.
Later, back at the office, Wang Chuang brought documents for Jiang Luo to sign. Jiang Luo teased: “So, you’ve become a coach now?”
Wang Chuang: “Oh, you mean that? Yeah… Bai Zhen wanted to learn to drive, so I brought my car for her to practice.”
“WanZhen”
Jiang Luo teased him again.
As Wang Chuang was leaving, he saw Mo Wanzhen heading to the workshop. He waved: “Dinner tonight? A couple drinks?”
“Sure,” Mo Wanzhen replied freely. “Wait for me after work; I have some things to handle in the workshop.”
“Okay.”
In late September, in Haicheng and Huating, Huang Bingbing and Zhao Shuo got married. Both families and the newlyweds waited together at the banquet hall entrance to greet guests. They even hired a photographer to capture this precious evening.
“So beautiful, so beautiful,”
Su Lan, in a cheongsam, smiled brightly, welcoming the guests.
The entrance was bustling; both families had many relatives and friends. A photographer also helped capture group photos with the newlyweds.
At this moment, Xiao Lu, in a suit, came from the elevator carrying a large paper bag and hurried toward the banquet hall.
Approaching the newlyweds after a photo session, Xiao Lu smiled: “Miss Huang, hello. We’ve met before at Shengfei Factory.”
Huang Bingbing recognized him and explained to Zhao Shuo: “He’s Jiang Luo’s secretary.”
Zhao Shuo was surprised as well.
Xiao Lu handed over the bag: “Miss Huang, this is from Director Jiang.”
He also handed a red envelope: “Jiang wishes you happiness in your marriage. He’s busy with work and couldn’t come, but this is his token.”
Huang Bingbing and Zhao Shuo exchanged a glance and accepted it, smiling: “Thank you. Secretary Lu, please come in and join the celebration.”
Xiao Lu waved him off: “No, I have other things. Congratulations again, I won’t disturb.”
He arrived and left like the wind, leaving Zhao Shuo holding the paper bag, and Huang Bingbing looking at him in surprise.
Huang Bingbing then explained to Zhao Shuo that she had visited Jiang Luo’s factory earlier, hoping to invite him to the wedding. Zhao Shuo felt deeply touched.
“Dad, Mom,”
They called over Su Lan and Zhao Guangyuan, showing the paper bag and envelope, saying it was from Jiang Luo.
Huang Bingbing, who didn’t know Jiang Luo personally, naturally didn’t assume the gifts were personal. She smiled at Su Lan and the others: “Jiang Luo still cares for you. He couldn’t come, but the thought counts.”
Su Lan, Zhao Guangyuan, and Zhao Shuo were pleased, understanding Huang Bingbing had made the effort to invite Jiang Luo, feeling touched.
“Here he comes.”
“Congratulations!”
The family continued happily receiving guests.
Afterward, Jiang Luo continued his work:
He managed several factories, invited Huo Zongzhuo to invest in Shengfei, and through him, took stakes in several of Huo Zongzhuo’s ventures. He also formally entered the real estate market.
He launched several young, trendy fast-fashion brands, strategically laying the groundwork for the downstream clothing supply chain.
With his talent and vision, combined with Huo Zongzhuo’s guidance, Jiang Luo quickly reached heights many could never achieve in a lifetime.
In Haicheng’s business circles, Jiang Luo had become widely known.
People knew he had expanded the clothing business nationwide, managing several brands with Weilannido at the forefront.
They knew he was also involved in real estate, automotive, and other industries.
They knew of his close relationship with the renowned Huo Zongzhuo, jointly developing several plots in Pudong.
At business banquets in Haicheng, people came up to greet him constantly.