Uncle Shazhu, a simple-minded man in a courtyard house, persuades people with reason.

After dealing with the Andersons, He Pingan returned to the apartment, glanced at Liu Rusi who was still fast asleep, and then went into the kitchen.

Pregnant women are prone to fatigue, and after fooling around with He Ping'an at noon, Liu Rusi woke up in the late afternoon. Still half-asleep, she instinctively leaned towards the side, only to find nothing there.

"Peace..." The voice was a little hoarse from just waking up, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor.

"Miss, the young master is in the kitchen, he..."

Before Ping'er could finish speaking, Liu Rusi had already left barefoot.

In the kitchen, He Ping'an heard the noise and turned around, just in time to meet Liu Rusi's panicked gaze. He took a few steps forward and picked her up in his arms.

"How old are you? You don't even know to wear shoes when you go out. Even though it's a wooden floor..."

Liu Rusi wrapped her arms around He Ping'an's neck, her charming peach blossom eyes glistening with tears, her words full of dependence.

"I woke up and didn't see you, I was scared..."

"What are you afraid of?" He Ping'an sighed, sat back on the sofa, and pulled Liu Rusi into his arms.

"I have some things to take care of in America, but I can stay until you give birth and finish your postpartum period. As for the rest, I'll arrange things once the situation becomes clearer. Okay, don't worry..."

Women are emotionally sensitive during pregnancy, and He Ping'an could only try his best to comfort them. It's just a pity about the grand ceremony a few months from now… he probably won't be able to see it!

"Mmm... Waaaaah!"

With He Ping'an's assurance, Liu Rusi broke down in tears, her composure crumbling.

In the restaurant, Liu Rusi looked at the familiar chicken soup in her bowl, then glanced suspiciously at He Ping'an. Her red and swollen eyes from crying looked like she was about to burst into tears again.

"He Ping'an, I'm pregnant, why are you still bullying me?"

"Smack!" He Ping'an lifted her onto his lap, gave her a light slap on her rounded breasts, and fed her spoonful by spoonful. "This is simply to nourish your body, drink it!"

"Hmm..." Liu Rusi finally stopped crying and started laughing. Her body even arched restlessly until she received another slap before she finally settled down to enjoy the service.

"A vixen!"

That evening, Liu Rusi's watery, peach-blossom eyes, still brimming with passion, nestled in He Ping'an's arms, and asked nervously:

"Ping An, can you really be with me until I give birth and finish my postpartum period? How are you going to explain this to the people on the mainland?"

He Ping'an approached his darling with practiced ease, "When have I ever lied to you! As for an explanation..." He paused, then continued, "It's alright, I'll think of something!"

He Ping'an's reason for coming here was to move the penicillin production line back. His original plan was to stay and take care of Liu Rusi for a month or two, then simply pack the equipment into his spatial storage and leave. But now…

He lowered his head and kissed Liu Rusi's smooth forehead, gently coaxing the beauty to sleep.

Given Liu Rusi's current mental state, He Ping'an was truly worried about leaving her alone in the United States to give birth. He could only temporarily increase his responsibilities and reasonably stay in the United States for a little longer.

He Ping'an felt that Yi Zhonghai's words made a lot of sense... a close neighbor is worse than a distant relative; neighbors should help each other. Just like how he helped Anderson get out of trouble for a fee, it was only natural for Anderson to reciprocate by helping him out!

He even generously decided to burn extra paper money for Anderson afterward. It's just unknown whether God will accept the Chinese paper money out of consideration for his second son.

In the suburbs, looking at the ordinary two-story wooden villa in front of him, He Ping'an revealed a meaningful smile and gestured for the person he had borrowed from Zhigongtang to come forward and knock on the door.

George Anderson, the congressman Anderson referred to, was extremely prejudiced against everyone except white Americans, including white Europeans and British. He was a typical narrow-minded democrat! In terms of personality?

Ha... What good could someone be to raise a scoundrel like Anderson? Greedy, lecherous, despicable and shameless. Most of the money Anderson swindled ended up in his own pocket, including women.

This bastard will sell those women to the gangsters in the red-light district after he's had his fill of them. He's a complete scumbag...

Normally, a yellow-skinned Chinese like He Ping'an wouldn't even be allowed to enter the door of this self-proclaimed nationalist.

However, despite the dark muzzles of the guns held by the men behind him, George Anderson still politely invited the group inside.

It seems that extreme nationalists also like the truth, especially the truth that is right in front of them with a gun pointed at them!

In the living room, He Ping'an casually sat in the main seat, even putting his feet up on the coffee table in a very impolite manner.

"Congressman George, we're not here to cause trouble... at least not to cause trouble for you! Your nephew, Anderson Jr., took the money and didn't do the work; he ran off with my money. I had no choice but to come to you, the head of the family!"

George Anderson's eyelids twitched, but he maintained his politician's fake smile.

"Anderson? Sorry, I don't pay much attention to that nephew. We haven't been in touch for a long time; you've probably got the wrong person!"

"Wrong person?" He Ping'an toyed with the Truth his subordinate handed him, the muzzle of the gun seemingly glancing at the scum in front of him.

"But as far as I know, Anderson just handed you the money he'd swindled, along with that woman, last month. That poor woman, she's probably been sold to the red-light district by now, isn't she?"

"Slap!" He Ping'an slapped George away, then pressed the gun to his forehead. He sneered repeatedly.

"I know all about your dealings with your nephew! Of course, that's not my concern. I just want the $100 million Anderson ran off with me, otherwise..."

"Pfft!" A dagger pierced through the solid wood coffee table, and He Ping'an led his men away.

Seeing the hesitant expressions on their faces, He Ping'an chuckled and explained:

"You can't rush things. Let's give this scumbag some space first, and then we'll talk!"

"But Mr. He, what if George calls the police? A congressman? If he calls the police, we..."

"No way!" He Ping'an waved his hand calmly. "In America, money is everything! For money, they'd even kill the president. A million dollars, ha..."

He killed someone's nephew and then tried to extort money from him to force him to work for him. In a way, He Ping'an wasn't much better than the Andersons. Ultimately, it comes down to fists… and He Ping'an's fists certainly seem pretty hard!

After He Ping'an left, George Anderson's wife suddenly appeared and frantically called the police. Ignoring the pain in his cheek, George Anderson got up and violently pressed the phone button that the woman had picked up.

"Fack! Emma, ​​what are you doing? A million dollars, those people, those guns—do you want our whole family to meet God?"

There are many reasons why a person fails, but success absolutely requires extraordinary courage and intelligence. Clearly, George Andrei was not unintelligent.