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Ke Jie stepped out of the room, and in the small room across the living room, the door was half ajar. He turned back and asked, "When are you going to take care of her? Every time I come to your house, there's this strange smell."
Lan Qingqing looked displeased. "What do you expect me to do? I can't just throw her out on the street and let her fend for herself. Besides being paralyzed, her mind and mouth are as sharp as ever. Once, when I sent her to a nursing home, she went around telling everyone I was an unfilial son and even brought reporters to slander me. I must have owed her in my past life!"
With a sigh, Ke Jie replied, "You figure it out."
After he left, Lan Qingqing went to He Shui Xian's room. She pushed the door open and was immediately hit by that strange smell.
Silently, she watched He Shui Xian lying on the bed, engrossed in a tablet computer that rested beside her. The screen displayed a popular TV drama.
Every time Lan Qingqing got cozy with Ke Jie at home, she would play TV shows for He Shui Xian to keep her quiet and not disrupt the mood.
Lan Qingqing couldn't help but think to herself that she had done her duty towards He Shui Xian. After all, there’s a saying that no filial child exists by the sickbed for too long. She had taken care of He Shui Xian for eight years; that should count as fulfilling her filial obligations. If she were to successfully seduce Zong Jin in the future and the Zong Family found out about her bedridden old friend Tong Le, it would surely tarnish her reputation.
She felt Ke Jie was right; she should find a way to deal with He Shui Xian sooner rather than later.
As she reached for the door to leave, He Shui Xian spoke up in a sarcastic tone, "You really think he wants you to get rid of me? How naive! He has a family and a wife; how could he possibly take responsibility for you? You’re quite pathetic, letting him sleep with you so easily! Why do you have to choose a man who’s a friend of yours?"
Lan Qingqing warned her sharply, "Don't ever mention this again! Especially when Tong Le comes over! If you dare let anything slip, I swear I'll strangle you!"
Meanwhile, at the bar.
Tong Le was peacefully asleep in a booth, resting on Zong Zeyu's lap while he remained still, not daring to move.
A few minutes earlier, Zong Zeyu had taken Tong Le's phone and sent a message to Ke Jie saying she wouldn't be coming home, helping Tong Le through this situation.
Fan Qinghua sat next to Zong Zeyu, sobbing uncontrollably with tears and snot streaming down her face. She pretended to lean against Zong Zeyu's thigh, but he swatted her away.
Fan Qinghua stared at him in disbelief. "If Dao Wen doesn’t want me, then neither do you! Wah!"
Zong Zeyu felt a headache coming on from all the noise. He turned to Zong Jin and said, "Let’s get these troublemakers home."
As they prepared to leave, Zong Zeyu helped Tong Le sit up.
At that moment, a group of unfriendly-looking individuals burst into the bar.
Leading them was a man with striking tattoos on his neck and arms.
The atmosphere in the bar shifted dramatically; some patrons sensed trouble and hurriedly left.
Dao Wen emerged from the crowd and greeted the tattooed man with enthusiasm. "Brother Sun has arrived! Sorry for not welcoming you properly!"
The leading tattooed man was Sun Hu, a notorious local thug known for being the head of an underground lending operation. In Sun Hu's world, there was no money that couldn't be lent out or collected back.
It was clear that Sun Hu had come looking for money.
Dao Wen glanced at the group of followers trailing behind Sun Hu. The scene was enough to turn the entire bar upside down.
"Brother Sun," Dao Wen said politely, "with such a large crowd, it's impossible to conduct business. How about I book a private room for us to talk?"
Sun Hu let out a cold laugh. "Stop wasting my time! When are you going to pay back the money you owe?"
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