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Tong Le smiled and casually remarked, "My best friend often runs over to the office every few days."
Jiang Zhichao responded directly, "Then you should know that Lan Qingqing and Ke Zong's relationship is quite special. Everyone in the office can see that your best friend is very close to Ke Zong, and it's not just a casual closeness."
Tong Le took a step closer to Jiang Zhichao and countered, "We can put Lan Qingqing aside for now. I want to know why you dislike Ke Wenjie."
Jiang Zhichao retorted, "So you know about Ke Zong's infidelity?"
At that moment, the break room was unusually quiet. Even Tong Le herself was unsure how the conversation had shifted to this topic. She was curious about why Jiang Zhichao harbored such strong feelings against Ke Wenjie. After all, Jiang Zhichao had only been with the company for five months; what deep-seated grudge could he have that would lead him to openly accuse Ke Wenjie of cheating?
Tong Le wanted to recruit Jiang Zhichao for her own purposes, but before doing so, she needed to ascertain whether he was trustworthy.
The conversation reached a standstill when Tong Le suddenly recalled the stacks of discarded project documents she had seen earlier in the Printing Room. They seemed to be related to the documents Jiang Zhichao had just copied.
She spoke up, "Did Ke Wenjie make things difficult for you regarding the project?"
Jiang Zhichao blinked rapidly, surprised that Tong Le had guessed correctly.
Tong Le continued, "If I remember correctly, the content of the Project Proposal you just copied is from the same project as those discarded files in the Printing Room. You both must have been working on it as two separate teams. The female employee who bumped into me earlier was also holding documents related to this project."
Jiang Zhichao widened his eyes in disbelief. "How do you have such a good memory?"
Tong Le shrugged. "I'm just sensitive to words and numbers; otherwise, my memory is terrible."
Jiang Zhichao said, "This project has caused me a lot of trouble. My hard work feels wasted; no matter how many late nights I pull, it can't compare to a few words from that female employee."
Tong Le pondered for a moment before saying, "Let me help you. If your Project Proposal is good enough, I'll assist you in getting this done."
Jiang Zhichao paused, fully aware that there was no such thing as a free lunch in this world. He asked, "What do you need me to do?"
Tong Le smiled; she was convinced she had found the right partner for collaboration.
During the lunch break, all employees were dining at the Food Court across from the office.
Ke Wenjie was preparing to have lunch with Tong Le when they unexpectedly ran into Lan Qingqing at the office entrance.
Lan Qingqing wore a sweet smile that instantly froze upon seeing them.
She hadn't expected Tong Le to be here.
Just as the awkwardness set in, Tong Le spoke first, "Lan Qingqing, what brings you here? I didn't tell you I was at the office."
Lan Qingqing felt her face flush with embarrassment; she couldn't very well admit that she was there to have lunch with Ke Wenjie.
She quickly explained, "I came to ask Ke Wenjie for help, it's about work." Tong Le, knowing exactly what Lan Qingqing was thinking, pretended to be oblivious and said, "Then let's have dinner together and chat while we eat."
Ke Wenjie stood behind Tong Le, letting out a heavy sigh of relief. He shot a fierce glare at Lan Qingqing, clearly annoyed that she had ignored his advice not to keep coming to the office.
In the food court, most of the patrons were office workers, making it feel like a private cafeteria for employees. Staff from the Tong Family Corporation cast glances at the trio of Tong Le, Ke Wenjie, and Lan Qingqing, all of them well aware of the underlying tension and secretly enjoying the spectacle.
The three took their seats, with Lan Qingqing sitting directly opposite Tong Le and Ke Wenjie, feeling nervous and out of place.
Tong Le spoke up, "Lan Qingqing, weren't you going to ask about work? Go ahead and ask."
Lan Qingqing felt her scalp tingle; she didn't actually have any work-related questions. What was she supposed to ask? It felt like trying to force out a fart when there was nothing there. She racked her brain for a project proposal that Zong Shi Yan Tuan had been working on recently.
Just then, Jiang Zhichao appeared out of nowhere, carrying a tray. As he walked past Lan Qingqing from behind, he deliberately tilted the tray slightly, causing soup to spill down onto her head.
A beautiful dish—Tomato Stewed Fish—had its thick, red sauce cascading down from the top of Lan Qingqing's head.
As she let out a startled scream, Jiang Zhichao feigned shock with a classic green tea expression. "Oh my goodness! Oh no! I'm so sorry!"
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