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On the other side, in Tong Le's new apartment, she didn't have a direct home; she had first settled into her new place. She thought about the rain expected later that night and decided to check if the windows were securely closed.
As she climbed the stairs and opened the door, a delightful fragrance filled the air. The moment she stepped inside, before even turning on the lights, she let go of all her defenses. An idea crossed her mind: maybe she could just wash up and rest here tonight instead of going home.
But unfortunately, she still had to deal with Ke Wenjie and Zhang Huizhi, those two nuisances.
Turning on the lights in the living room, she was stunned to see a mountain of chocolates in the center of the room. Various types of beautifully packaged chocolates formed a lovely little hill.
In a hurry, she rummaged through her bag for the chocolates Zong Zeyu had brought her. It was a brand she had never seen before; it must have been handmade.
Tong Le felt her blood rush with excitement at this delightful surprise. She had never received such a gift before; this scene was something she would remember for a lifetime.
She took out her phone, snapped a photo, and sent it to Zong Zeyu with a message: "Is this what you prepared?"
Zong Zeyu replied: "I thought you wouldn't discover it until many days later. I have a spare key to your place; you don't mind, do you?"
Tong Le responded: "Of course I don't mind. This is your house after all. There’s so much chocolate here that I can’t possibly finish it all. Thank you!"
Zong Zeyu replied: "As long as you're happy, I'm happy too. I just ordered a bed for you from Furniture City to keep in my office. Whenever you're tired or feeling down, you can come over and sleep there."
Tong Le frowned: "Huh?"
Zong Zeyu explained: "I'm like your supply station; you can recharge whenever you need."
Looking at her phone screen, Tong Le wasn't sure how to respond. Their relationship had developed to a point where clarity was no longer necessary; what remained was her need to maintain some distance.
She couldn't control Zong Zeyu's actions or words; she could only try to restrain herself. She held onto her principle: not to let her messy personal affairs affect him negatively. Until her divorce was finalized, she needed to uphold that boundary.
Even though she had realized that Zong Zeyu had been eager to cross that line.
Tong Le reminded him once again through WeChat: "No matter what you do, I won't allow you to be harmed because of me—neither your reputation nor your career."
Zong Zeyu read her message but didn't reply: "It seems you've fallen for me to an uncontrollable extent."
Tong Le instinctively coughed twice at her phone screen. She had to admit that a naturally confident man could be self-assured at any moment.
Half an hour later, Tong Le returned home.
As soon as she entered, the house felt eerily quiet. Zhang Huizhi was in her own bedroom watching TV while Ke Wenjie was busy working in his study.
There was no food left for her in the dining room, and the kitchen carried the aroma of meat cooking—clearly, they had taken advantage of her absence to prepare something special while deliberately avoiding her.
Tong Le was unfazed as she was about to head to the restroom to freshen up when Ke Wenjie emerged from the study, his expression serious. "You know about Yi Sheng Architecture, right?"
Tong Le paused. "What’s going on? Didn’t you already decide to sign a contract with them?"
Ke Wenjie held out a freshly printed quotation sheet, frustration evident in his voice. "The prices have suddenly changed, all of them are now market rates! What kind of business is this? The price was one thing in the morning and something else entirely in the afternoon—there's a difference of tens of thousands! How am I supposed to make a profit? Is Yi Sheng Architecture this casual? Do they treat their partners like fools?"
Taking the quotation from him, Tong Le checked it over and felt a surge of delight. It seemed her words to Hou Yi had actually made an impact; Hou Yi had directly altered the terms of cooperation.
She had almost given up on persuading Hou Yi, but it turned out he was someone who responded better to pressure rather than softness. After being blocked several times, he finally seemed to have come to his senses.
Suppressing her laughter, Tong Le feigned calmness and returned the document to Ke Wenjie. "Perhaps they made a mistake. Normally, there wouldn’t be such a significant discount; it’s clearly a losing deal. They can’t be that foolish."
At that moment, Zhang Huizhi stepped out of her room, standing by to watch the unfolding drama.
Ke Wenjie’s eyes were filled with distrust towards Tong Le, and his tone grew firmer. "Did you say something to Yi Sheng Architecture? Did you tell them you didn’t want to cooperate anymore? Or did you remind them that there was an issue with the prices on the quotation?"
He pondered for a moment and shook his head. "No, the first quotation wasn’t just a careless mistake; they intended to lowball us from the start. Otherwise, there’s no way so many figures across dozens of project lines would be wrong! I remember your father often mentioned Yi Sheng Architecture; he said their CEO is an old friend of his—part of their revolutionary camaraderie."
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