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Zong Zeyu cleared his throat, and Tong Le turned around with a smile. "Come on, you should go out. The smell of oil smoke is too strong in here."
Meanwhile, downstairs in the community, Lan Qingqing's car was parked outside the entrance. Half an hour ago, she had secretly followed Tong Le's car to this place. She wanted to invite Tong Le to dinner, but Tong Le had outright rejected her invitation. This puzzled her; recently, she had repeatedly failed to meet up with Tong Le. Not only that, but Tong Le also seemed to be acting alone all the time.
Recalling the last time Tong Le stayed out all night, she began to suspect that Tong Le might have found another man. She had always wanted to break up Tong Le and Ke Wenjie but had never found the right opportunity. This time, she followed Tong Le, only to find that the car had driven to Tian Ling's home.
Her car had been parked outside the community for half an hour now. Five minutes ago, she saw a private car stop directly in front of Tian Ling's apartment building. However, due to the darkness and obstructed view, she couldn't see who got out of the car. She could tell there were two men but couldn't make out their figures or faces.
She told herself that the car that just drove in and the two men who got out were likely heading to Tian Ling's home. The last time Tong Le stayed out all night, it was Tian Ling who helped cover for her. So if Tong Le really was cheating, Tian Ling's house would be the perfect place for a rendezvous and also a great shield.
Lan Qingqing got out of her car and stealthily approached Tian Ling's door. Standing outside, she listened intently to the sounds inside—there was the noise of a television, the sound of cooking, and voices talking, which were male voices.
Lan Qingqing's eyes sharpened; she felt she had caught them red-handed! This time, she wouldn't let Tong Le wriggle out of it!
She hurriedly walked into the stairwell and called Ke Wenjie.
Inside the house, dishes were being served on the table, with the highlight being stir-fried prawns. The four of them sat around a round table, and Tong Le intentionally sat next to Zong Zeyu. She took a small pair of scissors and carefully removed the heads and tails from the prawns, even thoughtfully peeling some of the shells for Zong Zeyu to make it easier for him to eat.
Tian Ling watched enviously; was this how high her treatment was? She never received such care from Tong Le.
Tong Le smiled and said, "Well, he’s my benefactor; I have to take good care of him."
Zong Zeyu looked at the neatly prepared prawn meat on his plate and felt warm inside. If he could eat meals made by Tong Le every day, he wouldn’t mind living in this small house at all—even though this little place couldn’t compare to even one of his family’s bathrooms.
Fan Qinghua was eating prawns messily, oil smeared all over his mouth while he praised Tong Le’s cooking skills. "You’re really good at this! How long have you been practicing?"
Tong Le replied, "About three years. After I got married, I lost control over finances; our monthly food budget is quite limited. I have to be frugal and cook for myself."
Tong Le chuckled bitterly. "When I was still single, I could just eat out anytime."
Every time Zong Zeyu heard about her experiences like this, he felt an urge to tear Ke Wenjie apart. He forced himself to stay calm; revenge is best served cold—Ke Wenjie was nothing but rotten meat that would eventually be ground into mush.
Tian Ling shyly glanced at Fan Qinghua and picked up a prawn herself before peeling it and offering it to Fan Qinghua’s plate.
Fan Qinghua declined directly. "No need for that! I'm not your lifesaver; I just helped you with your illness. Besides, I prefer eating them with shells; they taste better! I'm not as picky as Zong Zeyu."
Tian Ling felt a bit uncomfortable; after her first attempt to please someone, she was rejected, leaving her feeling defeated.
Fan Qinghua turned to Tong Le and asked, "What does Dao Wen like to eat? I asked her before, and she said hot pot, but when I invited her out for it, she didn't come. When I message her, I can send ten texts and only get one reply. The last time we chatted was because she needed something from me. If I talk about anything else that isn't useful to her, she just ignores me."
Tong Le casually replied, "If you introduce her to a money-making opportunity, she'll respond immediately. She needs to make money to support a lot of people."
Fan Qinghua was puzzled. "Isn't she an only child? I remember her parents are doing quite well. Who does she need to support?"
Tong Le explained, "Her ex-boyfriend's family. She regularly sends them money every month to support the whole family. Her younger siblings are about to graduate from college, and she wants to help them start their own businesses."
Fan Qinghua was even more confused.
Tong Le continued, "At first, they didn't want her money, but Dao Wen insisted on giving it. She said she wanted to support her siblings until they were stable in their careers. Her brother wants to start a business and needs funds, while her sister is preparing for civil service exams and just needs living expenses. Plus, her sister is studying hard for the upcoming tests."
Zong Zeyu asked in confusion, "Why does she want to support her ex-boyfriend's family?"
Tong Le replied, "Dao Wen's ex-boyfriend was a soldier who sacrificed his life during a special mission. They had a great relationship and were planning to get married, but fate had other plans. His parents and siblings are all good people, and Dao Wen willingly supports them because she doesn't want to have any regrets."
At that moment, Fan Qinghua's eyes filled with tears as he ate; he couldn't help but cry even more for Dao Wen. "I never realized she was such a warm-hearted and loyal woman! No wonder I love her; I love her even more now!"
He cried harder, a grown man sobbing over a story while eating his meal.
Tian Ling watched in shock, feeling as if something was blocking her heart—something that Fan Qinghua had caused.
Tong Le continued eating without paying any attention.
Zong Zeyu suddenly had an idea and asked Tong Le, "If I died one day, what would you do?"
Tong Le casually replied, "I’d throw a grand funeral!"
Zong Zeyu frowned; it seemed he loved women with the same cold-heartedness as himself!
Just then, the doorbell rang, followed by a series of loud knocks on the door.
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