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Tong Le wandered around her new home, feeling as if her life had been reshuffled in a few fleeting moments, everything moving towards a flourishing direction.
At some point, Tian Ling slipped into the kitchen, opening each cabinet door in curiosity. "Tong Le! Look at all these spices! They’re all new and unopened, and there’s rice, flour, and oil. Should we cook here?"
Tong Le quickly declined. "Let’s eat out for now; we won’t cook in the new house just yet."
Tian Ling seemed a bit disappointed. "But those pots and pans are the most expensive ones! I wonder what makes them different from regular frying pans. Do they make the food taste better?"
Tong Le wasn’t sure about the difference between expensive and cheap either. For the past three years, she had been living a life focused on cost-effectiveness. Ke Wenjie strictly controlled her spending, while Zhang Huizhi kept a watchful eye on her.
She had even saved up to hire a private investigator secretly, sometimes taking on side jobs through friends’ connections to earn extra money. She couldn’t even figure out how her life had come to this point—how she had gradually become someone who accepted everything passively, even developing a sense of fear and caution that made her afraid to seek revenge openly.
Since her freshman year, Ke Wenjie had subtly brainwashed her time and again. Over four years of college, she had been thoroughly influenced by him, and in the three years of marriage that followed, if she hadn’t sensed something was off, she might have already lost her life by now.
Tong Le stepped into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, which was packed full—clearly prepared by Zong Zeyu’s housekeeper. She wanted to save the first meal cooked in their new home for herself and Zong Zeyu. She wasn’t sure what she was hoping for; that recent phone call filled with ambiguous feelings lingered in her mind. She knew she didn’t deserve it and shouldn’t feel this way, yet she couldn’t help herself.
An hour later, at Zong Group.
Sun Hu arrived at Zong Group to collect a debt, bringing along several burlap sacks and seven or eight henchmen behind him. As they entered the building, the security guards at the entrance stepped aside in unison as if they were already aware that a special guest was coming.
Sun Hu boisterously declared his presence with an arrogant demeanor. "Look at how capable the Zong family is! If any of you security guards dare to stop me, I’ll blow up your company’s front door!"
He swaggered into the elevator with his followers gaining confidence behind him.
Sun Hu was led by staff to Zong Jin’s office, where the door was wide open. Inside, Zong Zeyu was practicing putting on an indoor golf mat. Holding a silver golf putter, he aimed for the hole but suddenly redirected his aim toward Sun Hu at the door.
With one swift stroke, he sent the golf ball flying straight at Sun Hu's forehead.
Just as Sun Hu was about to explode with anger, he remembered he was there to collect money and suppressed his rage; after all, he planned to raise his demands again.
A red mark appeared on Sun Hu's forehead as he entered the office. Zong Zeyu straightened up and teased him, "Wow, that was quite accurate."
Sun Hu gestured for his henchmen to enter the room before closing the office door behind them.
"Where’s the money?" Sun Hu shouted. "I said I want bags full of cash!"
He plopped down onto the sofa like a king, reclining back with his feet propped up on the coffee table as he shook his legs and declared, "Three hundred fifty thousand—every penny counts!"
At that moment, Zong Jin sat motionless at his desk, still handling his work and ignoring Sun Hu. Zong Zeyu continued to focus on the hole, practicing his putting.
Feeling neglected, Sun Hu shouted, "Are you all deaf? Can’t you hear me speaking?"
Zong Zeyu smirked coldly and replied while putting, "It’s only been one night. From one million to three million, then up another three hundred fifty thousand. The current high loan rates are just a matter of opening your mouth, aren’t they? Maybe we should consider changing careers."
Zong Jin suddenly chuckled, his laughter dripping with disdain and mockery.
In an instant, Sun Hu sprang up from the sofa and rushed to Zong Jin's desk, slamming his hands down on the surface as he yelled, "How dare you mess with me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zong Zeyu swung his putter and struck Sun Hu behind the knee, sending him crashing to the ground.
With a thud, Sun Hu's knees hit the floor, and his forehead slammed against the edge of the desk.
Sun Hu's lackeys prepared to step forward, but at that moment, the office door swung open. A dozen burly bodyguards in black suits entered in an orderly fashion.
The bodyguards surrounded Sun Hu's men, clearly demonstrating their overwhelming strength and intimidating presence.
Sun Hu attempted to rise, but Zong Zeyu stepped on his calf, increasing the pressure as Sun Hu struggled.
When Sun Hu tried to retaliate, Zong Zeyu swiftly used his putter to choke him from behind.
With both hands gripping the sides of the putter, Zong Zeyu stood behind Sun Hu, pressing down on his knees while holding the putter against Sun Hu's neck. Any movement from Sun Hu would only tighten the grip further.
Zong Zeyu leaned in closer and said ominously, "Three hundred fifty thousand for your life may seem a bit steep, but it’s not a bad deal."
Dressed in a deep blue suit that made him look like a refined gentleman, he was engaged in the most unscrupulous dealings.
Lowering his head with a sinister tone, he continued, "You’re shouting at me in my territory. Do you know that this putter is the only one of its kind in the world? Trading it for your life should make you grateful for my generosity."
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