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In the kitchen, Zhang Huizhi grumbled as she finished preparing a bowl of hot noodles. She intentionally added a lot of salt to vent her dissatisfaction with Tong Le.
Dressed in pajamas, Tong Le made her way to the dining room, where Zhang Huizhi ordered, "Wash the dishes after you finish!" With that, she turned and went back to her room.
Tong Le picked up a noodle with her chopsticks and brought it to her mouth. After a couple of chews, she thought, "Yep, it's salty enough." She had anticipated this from Zhang Huizhi.
What a boring trick, such a childish tactic.
Tong Le grabbed the seasoning box from the counter and scooped a large spoonful of salt into her bowl of noodles, giving it a quick stir. Then she called out towards the study, "Honey, come eat! Mom made so much; I can't finish it all by myself."
Ke Wenjie walked into the dining room and took a bite of the noodles. Instantly, his face scrunched up in disgust. He felt as if his taste buds had been rendered useless. This wasn’t just salty; it was bitterly salty!
He tossed his chopsticks aside and glared at the bowl of noodles on the table, filled with anger.
Tong Le feigned innocence, "What’s wrong? Is it not tasty? I thought I’d let you have the first bite."
Ke Wenjie shouted towards the door, "Mom! Come here!"
For the next three minutes, Tong Le silently watched as Zhang Huizhi got scolded. Ke Wenjie began his usual routine of complaining and rambling about how hard he worked to provide for them, just wanting to come home to a warm meal. And what did he get? A dish that was practically inedible!
A smile tugged at the corners of Tong Le's mouth. These were the same words Ke Wenjie had used on her countless times; she never expected that one day they would be directed at Zhang Huizhi instead.
She couldn’t blame anyone else; Tong Le was merely returning the favor.
Once Ke Wenjie finished his tirade, Tong Le put on a sorrowful expression and said, "It’s okay, honey. Mom has it tough too. If we have to go hungry tonight, so be it. You should go work in your study; I’ll take a rest."
Both Tong Le and Ke Wenjie left the dining room. Zhang Huizhi was seething with anger. She picked up her chopsticks and tasted the noodles herself—salty and bitter! She felt like cutting out her own tongue!
Scratching her head in confusion, she thought, "I don’t remember adding this much salt; I only added two extra spoons!"
The next day at Tongshan Real Estate.
Tong Le officially returned to her company, deliberately choosing a workstation next to Jiang Zhichao.
The employees whispered among themselves, speculating that Tong Le had developed a sense of urgency and had come to keep an eye on Ke Zong under the guise of working.
As Tong Le organized her desk, Jiang Zhichao leaned in quietly and said, "Everyone in the office is talking about you; I could just tear their mouths off."
Tong Le didn’t care at all. "I have a better project in hand; do you want to join me?"
Jiang Zhichao shifted his chair closer to hers and asked cautiously in a low voice, "What project?"
Tong Le replied, "It's a collaboration with Zong Group—ten times more valuable than what you're currently working on. Do you want to work with me?"
Jiang Zhichao scoffed, "Come on, do you really think you and I would get a chance to work on that project with Zong Group? Sure, you're Mrs. Ke Zong, but you know your position in the company. How could we possibly be considered for such a big project? Don't make me laugh."
As he prepared to return to his desk, Tong Le grabbed Jiang Zhichao's chair and said earnestly, "Just tell me, are you in or out?"
Jiang Zhichao remained skeptical; he thought Tong Le was just boasting. Yet, for some reason, he found himself believing Tong Le. He couldn’t pinpoint where this confidence came from, but he noticed the fierce determination in Tong Le's eyes—a quiet yet unwavering intensity.
"Alright," Jiang Zhichao nodded. "I'm in. I said it; from now on, I'm sticking with you."
At that moment, loud curses erupted from Ke Wenjie’s office.
The people in the office lobby tensed up; it had been a while since anyone had heard Ke Wenjie so furious.
Jiang Zhichao exclaimed in surprise, "Who’s in Ke Zong's office right now? Is it Amy? Isn’t she supposed to be reporting on the Zong Group project?"
He felt a bit of schadenfreude. "What’s going on? Did something go wrong? That last project was snatched away by Amy!"
He added, "That Amy is the one who deliberately bumped into your woman at the company the other day—she's always flaunting herself like she can't stand a day without being provocative."
Tong Le looked puzzled. "When you say 'provocative,' what do you mean? Is she trying to seduce Ke Wenjie?"
Suddenly, Jiang Zhichao stood up. He had a somewhat dark and brooding aura about him, combined with a scholarly appearance that gave off a certain vibe.
He began to mimic Amy's usual demeanor at the office. He swayed his hips exaggeratedly and pretended to adjust an imaginary bust while pulling up his skirt as if to accentuate his figure. He twisted and turned dramatically, adopting a high-pitched voice, "Oh my gosh, it's so annoying! Ke Zong has singled me out for another major project! I'm going to be overwhelmed! I just don’t understand why Ke Zong is so obsessed with her!"
Returning to his chair with a forced smile, Jiang Zhichao lamented, "I really don't know what I did wrong. Every day I have to watch these monsters perform in front of me!"
Tong Le couldn't hold back his laughter. "So did Ke Wenjie manage to keep it together?"
Jiang Zhichao glared at him. "You ask me? Who should I ask? Ask your husband! Even if there was something going on, he wouldn't admit it!"
At that moment, the door to Ke Wenjie’s office swung open forcefully. Amy emerged with her back hunched and head bowed, wearing an expression of remorse and victimhood. Just as Jiang Zhichao had described, her skirt had been deliberately hiked up by half an inch, revealing just enough.
Ke Wenjie threw a stack of documents at Amy. As he walked past her into the office lobby, his face was filled with anger as he issued orders. "Who among you can handle the Zong Group project? Amy's proposal has been rejected—everything has been sent back along with her! The liaison from Zong Group even scolded and warned us!"
He turned back to glare at the unworthy Amy and continued, "I’m supporting you all so you can give me this kind of rubbish proposal? Do you really think I'm easy to fool?"
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