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Zong Zeyu clasped his hands on the table, leaning slightly closer to Tong Le. "So, what do you think they are saying about me? That I, a golden bachelor, am seducing married women, right?"
Tong Le bit her lip, feeling utterly awkward and unsure of how to respond.
Zong Zeyu countered, "Have I seduced you then?"
In an instant, Tong Le felt dizzy from his words. She lowered her gaze, glancing around aimlessly, perhaps looking for a hole to hide in or trying to ease her embarrassment.
The next moment, she stood up abruptly and turned to leave the conference room.
At that moment, Zong Zeyu spoke again, his tone playful yet serious. "If I did seduce you, what would your answer be?"
Tong Le froze in place, taking a deep breath. She turned around with a serious expression. "Why would you want to seduce me? What makes me worthy of your attention?"
Zong Zeyu stood up, adjusting his suit before walking step by step to her side. He leaned slightly closer to her ear but remained silent.
Tong Le's heart raced as she wondered what Zong Zeyu was trying to convey. Unable to resist any longer, she turned her head to look at his profile.
At that moment, Zong Zeyu also turned his face towards her. They were mere centimeters apart, their breaths mingling in the air.
Tong Le's eyes widened as Zong Zeyu's gaze softened. He smiled gently and glanced at her lips. This time, he would no longer hold back or maintain decorum; after all, his patience had reached its limit.
In the next second, Zong Zeyu softly kissed Tong Le's lips. After a brief moment, he straightened up and pushed open the glass door of the conference room, leaving the space.
Tong Le stood there in a daze. The sudden eye contact, the unexpected closeness, and the kiss all unfolded without warning!
Nervous and flustered, she quickly pushed open the glass door and stepped into the corridor, watching as Zong Zeyu walked further away.
Then her phone buzzed with a WeChat message from Zong Zeyu: "The kiss just now was my answer to you."
Tong Le stared at her phone screen, feeling conflicted as she pressed her forehead with her hand. She had no idea how to navigate this kind of relationship; everything seemed clear yet nothing was explicitly stated—confusion and struggle overwhelmed her as she found it hard to refuse him.
The reason she couldn't refuse was that she had also developed feelings for him.
At that moment, Wu Youyou approached from the other end of the corridor.
Still fuming with anger, Wu Youyou saw Tong Le standing at the conference room door and marched over. "What are you doing here daydreaming?"
Noticing Tong Le's flushed face, Wu Youyou asked, "Are you feeling unwell? Why is your face so red?"
Tong Le quickly changed the subject. "No, what brings you here?"
Wu Youyou handed her phone to Tong Le. On it was a chat log from their group chat. "Look! Lan Qingqing is badmouthing Dao Wen in our group chat. I caught her red-handed! How can you stand having someone like Lan Qingqing as your friend? If I were you, I would have gotten rid of her long ago!"
Tong Le sighed helplessly. "Killing someone is against the law, Sister Youyou."
Tong Le returned the phone to Wu Youyou, expressing her disdain. How could Lan Qingqing have the audacity to call Dao Wen a woman of the night? Dao Wen was running a legitimate business, relying on her own skills rather than men, and she never resorted to underhanded tactics. With her beauty, she didn’t flaunt it or act recklessly. In contrast, Lan Qingqing herself was clearly a mistress, yet she packaged herself like an innocent little bunny.
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