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Two expensive luxury cars collided, but the impact was not severe. Hou Yi didn't intend to harm Zong Zeyu; he was simply irritated by him. The sight of Tong Le fawning over Zong Zeyu filled him with jealousy.
Hou Yi's car crashed into the side of Zong Zeyu's vehicle, pinning the front against the driver's door and trapping Zong Zeyu inside. Before Zong Zeyu could react, Hou Yi put on a hoodie, got out of his car, and quickly hopped into a taxi, disappearing in an instant.
Hou Yi was merely venting his frustration. Since he couldn't physically confront Zong Zeyu, he decided to damage his car instead. Although it would cost him—inflicting a thousand in damage while losing eight hundred himself—he had money and insurance, and he just wanted to let off some steam.
After making a call to his subordinate, he left the matter to them. Less than two minutes later, Zong Zeyu exited the passenger side of his car and received a call from someone claiming to be the owner of the other vehicle, as well as from an insurance agent.
Zong Zeyu hadn't even seen the at-fault driver, and the person on the line who claimed to be the owner explained in a rather absurd manner that they had an urgent matter to attend to and that they would handle the damages accordingly, even offering an additional compensation.
Feeling suspicious about the situation, Zong Zeyu called his subordinate for an investigation. He soon learned that the car belonged to Yi Sheng Architecture. Naturally, he thought of Hou Yi; what seemed like an accident was anything but unexpected upon closer reflection.
Meanwhile, at Lan Qingqing's residence, she sat on the sofa, typing messages on her phone to Ke Jie. She was venting about Wu Youyou's various offenses and felt infuriated recalling how Wu Youyou had undermined her earlier that day.
In the kitchen, Mo Kai Liang was busy cooking. He had planned a four-dish meal with soup to treat Lan Qingqing. Although he was short on cash, he believed actions spoke louder than words when it came to winning her over.
At that moment, there was a ring at the doorbell—Zhang Huizhi from across the hall had come over, drawn by the aroma of food.
Mo Kai Liang hurriedly opened the door while still holding a spatula in his hand. He quickly dashed back into the kitchen to continue cooking.
Zhang Huizhi glanced into the living room at Lan Qingqing and complained, "You’re cooking but didn’t even tell me? I was planning to make something for dinner myself."
Lan Qingqing hadn’t even considered Zhang Huizhi’s feelings; after all, they merely lived across from each other. Did she really have to take responsibility for Zhang Huizhi's meals? That was quite an absurd thought!
With a forced smile, Lan Qingqing replied, "Oh Auntie, I just forgot! Besides, Mo Kai Liang will come get you when dinner is ready."
Zhang Huizhi cast a disapproving look toward the kitchen. She was somewhat displeased with Mo Kai Liang coming over so often; after all, it was just him and Lan Qingqing alone together.
Her gaze then fell on the door of the spare bedroom. It struck her as odd that it had remained closed for so long; surely it must be getting stuffy in there.
Without waiting for anyone's permission, Zhang Huizhi walked over and opened the door to the spare room.
Lan Qingqing barely had time to react before Zhang Huizhi wrinkled her nose in disgust as a foul odor wafted out. "What is that smell? Did someone... oh my god! This is disgusting! How can it smell so bad in here?"
As she focused her gaze inside, she saw someone lying there—just as she suspected—He Shui Xian had indeed made quite a mess on the bed. The stench was overwhelming!
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