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This is Kuznetsov, this is Gennady, and this is Igor, who is also my most promising junior.
In the private room, Ivan introduced his capable subordinates to Xu Li. The others were all quite old, but Igor was still under forty. If Ivan retired, with his support, Igor would undoubtedly take over as the director. It was practically a done deal, not to mention that they had Lekshev above them.
Anyone recommended by Ivan would surely be retained by Lekshev; after all, they were his armed forces. With them on his side, Lekshev's voice would carry more weight!
"Don't worry, Makarov has taken care of everything," Ivan said with a smile as he puffed on his cigarette. "This operation went perfectly. We all stand to gain significantly. Even if positions can't be shifted, the rewards will still be substantial, and pensions will see a considerable increase."
Xu Li nodded in agreement. "If those scoundrels aren't dealt with properly, Peter might run into trouble in the future. So thank you all!"
With that, he raised his glass to toast the burly men at the table. They all smiled and returned the gesture before diving into their meal with laughter and chatter.
Due to Peter's brave performance and some injuries he sustained, he moved back home from Valentin's place, which delighted Old Liu immensely. Zhuo Ya no longer looked at her once timid brother with disdain; after all, everyone had their own bedrooms now. They could have dinner together at home and then retreat to their respective rooms without bothering each other.
That evening after dinner, Peter sat on the living room sofa video calling Lisa while Zhuo Ya drank from a bottle and scrolled through short videos, and Irina trimmed her toenails.
After hanging up the call, Peter stretched lazily and caught a glimpse of Irina's feet resting on her thigh. He couldn't help but grimace in disgust. "You’re a girl, and your feet are bigger than mine—gross!"
Zhuo Ya's legs were long and slender, especially her calves which had an elegant line that looked much better than Anna’s or Eva’s. Both Anna and Eva had rather plump calves with fine hair covering them, while Zhuo Ya’s calves were smooth and her feet delicate.
"What are you staring at? Never seen feet before? If you want to look, go find your Lisa. Don’t just look; you can hug her and gnaw on them if you want," Zhuo Ya said as she moved her left foot onto Irina's lap after retracting her right foot. Taking a sip of her drink, she added, "Don’t think just because I’ve been nice to you for a few days that you can act all high and mighty."
Peter ignored her and glanced at Irina whose face was partially hidden by her hair, then at Lao San who was glaring at him in silence. Suddenly feeling a chill run down his spine, he sprang up from the sofa like a spring: "I know your secret with Irina!"
Zhuo Ya pulled back her left foot and set the bottle down on the coffee table before standing in front of Peter, looking down slightly at him. "What secret? Speak up so Third Sister can hear it! Peter, are you tired of living so comfortably?"
He pointed at Irina who was looking down in silence and then glanced back at Zhuo Ya who was still coldly silent. Stammering a bit and feeling flustered, he was at a loss for words. Zhuo Ya rolled her eyes and sat back down on the sofa, pulling Irina into an embrace. She lifted Irina's blushing face and leaned down to kiss her.
That settled it for Peter; he plopped back down onto the sofa in shock as his worldview shattered into countless pieces!
His mom actually approved?
Peter stared in disbelief as Zhuo Ya smirked. "This is just the beginning because Mom feels sorry for them; Dad is quite powerful and dominant."
She shrugged and stood up to pat Peter’s shoulder who was still dumbfounded: "You little fool shouldn’t think too much about it. The relationship between moms and dads isn’t something that can be broken by just one moment of joy. You should stick to your Lisa instead of daydreaming."
"Come on baby, let’s go play in our room."
Zhuo Ya led Irina out of the living room. Since everything had already been said, Irina felt indifferent. With her family backing her up, she felt quite confident. She stuck out her tongue at Peter and said, "If you dare to bully me or talk nonsense again, I'll have Uncle and the others teach you a lesson."
Hmph.
Before heading upstairs, she waved her little fist at Peter. He stood there, bewildered, watching the two of them ascend the stairs, but his mind was occupied with another thought.
I can't think about that. I mustn't think about that.
He shook his head vigorously to dispel the terrifying idea from his mind and called Uncle Andong. "Tomorrow after school, you and Lisa come over to my house for a couple of days. I've already talked to Lisa about it."
Uncle Andong, who was scrolling through short videos, paused for a moment before shrugging. "Sure, I don't have anything to do during the break anyway. The recent study material isn't too difficult; I can afford to relax a bit."
Hehe, this is going to be fun for me.
Peter felt quite pleased with himself, but Uncle Andong rolled his eyes in response. "You should focus on your studies instead; otherwise, you won't keep up with the curriculum, and don’t even think about getting that car next year."
Uh...
He scratched his nose and suddenly remembered that in order to qualify for the car, he needed to meet certain standards. Pouting slightly, he said, "Once my arm recovers in a while, I'll go back to school—it's for something I've been dreaming about!"
After hanging up, Peter had intended to gloat a bit more but was doused with cold water by Uncle Andong's words. Feeling somewhat deflated, he sighed and poured himself a glass of water before heading back to his room.
Xu Weihua sighed as well. It had been difficult to find Kamila lately because she was busy preparing for the North Olympics. During this time, Kamila had been buried in training at Crystal Palace and would only return to the dormitory for brief video calls. Often, they would end up falling asleep mid-conversation.
This made him feel both heartbroken and helpless.
Standing alone on the balcony with his elbows resting on the window frame, he watched the snowflakes drifting down from the sky in a daze. At some point, Xu Weixia came up beside him and nudged him with her shoulder. "Stop daydreaming; you chose this path, big guy. Kamila is an athlete; the competition is her stage. You should get some rest; we have a program tomorrow."
Xu Weihua nodded, adjusted his mindset, closed the window, and returned to his bedroom.
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