Chapter 167 - Bond

Luckily none of his neighbours were taking a walk. He wouldn't be able to explain their bloody clothes, which would end with another bout with the police.

Entering the house, Wang Ming shouted once for Ming Ming and Fu Ya, to check if they were there, since he didn't want to scare them. Getting no answer, Wang Ming grabbed Qiao Meng's hand and pulled her into the house. He felt like a husband sneaking around with a mistress, afraid that Fu Ya would find them.

"Wang Ming, I didn't ask last time, but how much money does your restaurant earn? This has to be worth millions!"

"You've been there, how much do you think my restaurant earns?"

Qiao Meng tried to estimate Wang Ming's earnings, but all restaurants have different profit margins. "I don't know, but if I have to guess with all your customers, maybe a few million yuan a year? But you haven't run your restaurant for long at all, you shouldn't have so much money yet."

Qiao Meng truly underestimated how much profits Wang Ming makes from the restaurant. The restaurant is literally a gold mine. He doesn't have many expenses at all, so most of the money he earns from selling the meat is profits, a pound of pork belly costs from 20 to 30 yuan per pound, then with the wine, spices, maintenance costs and rice, the overall cost is about 80 yuan per serving.

"Qiao Meng."

"Don't call me Qiao Meng, when I'm not working, just call me for Meng."

"Meng." Qiao Meng smiled brightly when he called her for Meng, there's only a few select people in this world that could call her for Meng, she absolutely hates it when a person she barely knows call her for Meng. It makes her feel disgusted and violated every time. There's been many people who want to woo her, so they call her for Meng, which makes her want to punch them right in the face.

"You probably don't know how much profit I actually make from the restaurant." Qiao Meng's ears perked up. Even though she doesn't care about money, if Wang Ming earns a lot, it would secure the lives of their children. "Louzheng manages my restaurant now, and he sells the pork belly at 250 yuan per serving, so for each serving I make a profit of 170 yuan. This translates to about 200 million yuan earned a year, as long as the sales numbers stay the same the whole year. Though my restaurant is very famous now, it wouldn't shock me if the sales gets even better.

"200 what!? Did you mean 200 thousand? Maybe 2 million?" Qiao Meng found it hard to believe that such a small restaurant could earn so much. Wang Ming's small restaurant earns even more than many franchises do. Wang Ming had no reason to lie to her, as they're a couple already, so it might have been a slip of the tongue.

"No, I meant what I said. 200 million yuan. Though I've promised Louzheng 10% of the profits. This is just the start, I'm going to open another three restaurants soon, soon there will be a Wang's family restaurant in every city in China." Qiao Meng just looked dumbstruck, it's truly 200 million yuan. Her parents, though not the ric.h.e.s.t people in the world, earns a few million yuan a year, which has been more than enough to provide for her and let her buy whatever she have ever wanted. Her boyfriend earns a 100 times that in a year.

"Unbelievable! What are you going to do with all the money? Does a person even need a hundred million yuan?"

Wang Ming didn't know either what to use the money on. He has a house now, a car and a restaurant, even girlfriends and a daughter. What more could he possibly need? What is the point in earning more money?

"I truly don't have any reason to become any richer, after just a year I will have more than enough money to support our family and also the future generations. But then why would I stop? How many people would be disappointed if I stop selling pork belly, what would I do if I stop? I'm not just going to laze around every day."

"Ah, sorry Wang Ming, I didn't think about that. I, well, was just curious." Qiao Meng didn't think it's wrong to earn money when you're rich. But since it's the first time she's talking with someone that earns so much, she just felt curious.

"No need to be sorry, we're just talking. Don't be so formal with me, dummy. If you ever want to ask something, just do it, we are a couple, don't be reserved. Dummy!"

"Who are you calling Dummy?! You are the big Dummy!"

After he called her a dummy, Wang Ming ran upstairs into his room. He just loved to tease her, since her reactions are just like a child's. Just moments later Wang Ming could hear Qiao Meng run after him, Qiao Meng had never been inside his house before, so he had purposely left the door open so she knew which door she was supposed to enter.

The moment he saw her come through the door, Wang Ming pulled Qiao Meng to him and threw her right on top of the bed. Her clothes dirtied the white covers, but he didn't care at all. He jumped into the bed after all and gave her a kiss on the lips.

He kept teasing her by biting her lips with enough force for it to sting, but strong enough for her to feel any pain. Though after a few kisses Qiao Meng caught on and dished out her own punishment, every time Wang Ming bit her lip, she would use both her arms to pinch Wang Ming's waists hard.

The kissing soon escalated as the clothes on their bodies were thrown down to the floor, one after another. Just after a few minutes Qiao Meng had only her u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r on, while Wang Ming had on his boxers and the bloody shirt. Qiao Meng grabbed the shirt and pulled it over his head, which made him grunt in pain. The shirt had stuck itself to his back as the blood was drying.

When the shirt came off, it revealed Wang Ming's shredded upper body. It made Qiao Meng want to wolf whistle. His body just looked that good. She had seen many shirtless men as she's a police officer. Most of the men have a tendency to walk around shirtless in the summer, some of them have incredible bodies. But they don't even hold a candle to Wang Ming's body. He had the perfect balance between having enough muscles that you look good, but not too much that you look repulsive.

Her train of thought stopped, though, when she saw his wounds. Ye Yuan had been to heavy-handed, even though Wang Ming's right most of the wounds are indeed superficial, but at least half of the wounds had struck blood! They don't even interrogate murderers this hard.

"Wang Ming, I'm so sorry for what Ye Yuan did! I'm so sorry!"

Wang Ming sighed and said. "Why are you sorry again? It's not your fault. It's his fault for being greedy."

Qiao Meng didn't like to cry at all, but seeing Wang Ming's condition, she just couldn't stop herself. Even though Wang Ming says it's not her fault, it's she that sent Ye Yuan and his team to assist Wang Ming. If she had just went herself, then nothing would have happened.

"Are you taking my words for granted?"

Seeing Qiao Meng's tears, Wang Ming pulled Qiao Meng to him and carried her out of the room.