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Tong Le finished the soup in her bowl, leaving nothing behind. Zong Zeyu thoughtfully handed her a tissue, and she wiped her tears, feeling a shift in her mood.
With red eyes, Tong Le smiled and said, "Thank you."
Zong Zeyu's smile was gentle; he understood that sometimes, words were unnecessary. He knew what she needed.
Tong Le set down her chopsticks and glanced at the red bracelet on her right wrist. It was a woven red string bracelet left to her by her mother, something she had worn for many years.
She spoke up, "This is a gift from my mother. Actually, my parents left me many things—houses, cars, a company, savings—all those things with price tags were taken away by Ke Jie. The only thing that remains is this worthless bracelet, which he has never even looked at. But I know this is a priceless treasure."
Seeing Tong Le's fragile state, Zong Zeyu felt a pang of guilt for having been a weak bystander all these years. He thought Tong Le was happy and believed there was no possibility for them anymore.
He said, "I will help you get back everything that belongs to you."
Tong Le took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. She had considered this carefully. "I'm really happy that you like me, but I still hope you can calm down. You deserve more than just this small plate of peanuts."
Zong Zeyu guessed that Tong Le would respond this way; he wasn’t anxious at all—he was confident.
He casually grabbed two peanuts and said while eating, "Peanuts are round and cute; they go well with drinks or dishes and become more delicious the more you eat—it's hard to stop."
Tong Le followed suit and ate two peanuts as well. She chewed thoughtfully and remarked with slight disdain, "These peanuts aren’t great. Next time, I’ll personally fry you a plate that you’ll absolutely love!"
Zong Zeyu chuckled and said, "Let’s go; I’ll walk you home."
He stood up, a tall and handsome man who always stood out in a crowd.
Tong Le got up as well.
Zong Zeyu reached out his hand toward her, wanting to hold hers.
Tong Le pretended not to see it and walked around him toward the door.
Zong Zeyu smiled helplessly and muttered softly, "There will come a day when you’ll be begging to stick to me."
As they strolled down the street, neither of them noticed the slow-moving black car trailing not far behind them.
Tong Le was afraid that Zong Zeyu might say something inappropriate on this road, so she deliberately shifted the topic to work. "The project is about to take off; Tongshan Real Estate will start contacting various suppliers soon. They are all long-time partners who have worked with Tongshan Real Estate for years, so quality won’t be an issue. The prices and payment cycles should also be fine. This time I’m planning to discuss collaboration with Hou Family for civil engineering. I wonder if you’ve heard of Yi Sheng Architecture—that’s the company associated with Hou Family."
Thinking back, she added, "Uncle Hou is an old friend of my dad's; they maintained long-term cooperation until Uncle Hou passed away even earlier than my dad. Now the business is being taken over by Uncle Hou's son. Ever since he took over the company, the two families have stopped communicating. I remember Uncle Hou's son is named Hou Yi; he’s part of the second-generation rich circle—you should have heard of him."
Zong Zeyu shook his head. "I haven’t heard of him; it doesn’t sound like a big company. I’m not familiar with contractors like that."
Tong Le replied, "That’s true. But Uncle Hou built up Hou Family bit by bit. It’s quite funny when you think about it—years ago, Uncle Hou made his fortune by stealing oil during a chaotic time filled with all sorts of strange ways to get rich. Later on, when things got stricter, he stopped stealing and switched to concrete business. Eventually, Uncle Hou and his wife died in a car accident under mysterious circumstances."
Tong Le sighed, recalling her father's words, suggesting that perhaps it was karma, as the culprit of the car accident had still not been caught. As she reminisced about the past, Tong Le spoke animatedly, and Zong Zeyu listened intently. He enjoyed her rambling; in fact, he imagined a future where he married Tong Le. After work, they would relax on the sofa together. He would lazily watch television while resting his head on her lap, listening to her chatter endlessly about everything from work to life, from the elderly to children.
He could picture himself dozing off while she continued talking, only to be nudged awake by her as she insisted he stay engaged until she finished her story. The thought made him chuckle unexpectedly, a rare sound for a man of his stature as he walked down the street.
Tong Le paused, looking at him with confusion. "Am I that funny? What are you laughing at?"
Zong Zeyu quickly responded, "Oh, it's nothing."
She then noticed his car parked by the roadside and urged him, "You should go now. Ke Jie will be back from Lan Qingqing's place soon. The neighborhood is just ahead; you don't need to follow me."
Zong Zeyu got into the car and rolled down the window. "I'll watch you go into the neighborhood."
Tong Le shook her head and waved her hands. "Hurry up! Your car is too noticeable; I could easily get caught."
Not wanting to trouble her further, Zong Zeyu reluctantly drove away. The street was still bustling with activity, and just across the road was Tong Le's home.
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