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Hou Yi truly took Tong Le's words to heart; he genuinely believed that if someone offered five hundred million, Tong Le would willingly divorce Ke Wenjie and put an end to their mismatched marriage. Of course, he didn’t care how that five hundred million was allocated. Even if Tong Le gave it all to Ke Wenjie, it didn’t matter to him. What he wanted was for Tong Le to get a divorce and enter this triangular game.
He loved playing games, especially with someone he liked.
Zong Zeyu, on the other hand, found it hard to believe that such a figure as Tong Le would utter something like five hundred million. However, regardless of whether it was five or ten billion, as long as it could make Tong Le let go of her past and start anew with a divorce, he would gladly pay. He only wanted to see Tong Le happy.
But he understood Tong Le well enough to know that she wouldn’t measure a relationship in terms of money. For her, every emotion had to have a beginning and an end, and good and evil must be accounted for. If heaven did not punish the wicked accordingly, then Tong Le would take matters into her own hands. She wouldn’t let those who had wronged her go unpunished; she would ensure that everyone returned to their rightful place and that all evildoers faced consequences.
Zong Zeyu knew very well that the reason Tong Le remained trapped in this terrible marriage was twofold: first, because Ke Wenjie was cunning and devious, preventing her from gaining freedom; second—and most importantly—because Tong Le didn’t want to drag innocent people into her struggles. She wanted to rely on her own strength to turn her life around. Having once lost things by her own hand, she aimed to reclaim them herself. This wasn’t just for Ke Wenjie, Zhang Huizhi, or Lan Qingqing; it was also for herself—a way of giving herself closure.
If Tong Le truly wanted to rely on five hundred million to change her fate or on the advances of men around her, it would be incredibly easy. But what would happen after obtaining that money? Would she take the five hundred million and run into another man's arms? Would she continue watching Ke Wenjie and Lan Qingqing thrive until she squandered all that money? Or would she use those funds to support Ke Wenjie’s competitors in an attempt to crush him commercially? None of these options seemed impactful enough.
Moreover, he had already hinted to Tong Le that if she wished, he could provide her with plenty of money. Yet even until today, Tong Le hadn’t reclaimed the property that rightfully belonged to her. Whenever she needed cash, she could easily liquidate assets worth two hundred million. But Tong Le had not chosen this shortcut; what she desired was simply to return the pain she had suffered back onto Ke Wenjie’s family tenfold.
While money was important, it was by no means omnipotent; after all, the lives of Tong Le’s parents could not be measured in monetary terms. The complex emotional factors involved weighed far more heavily.
Having thought through all this, Zong Zeyu felt a sense of relief. He smiled slightly at Hou Yi and proceeded with a statement that left Hou Yi utterly speechless.
So you really don’t understand Tong Le at all; you don’t even know what she truly wants. What do you think you can use to compete for her? Is five hundred million a lot? I can give it to her anytime she desires. Yet here she is asking for such an amount from someone who can’t even produce it—what do you think that means?
Hou Yi’s smile vanished instantly, his expression turning stiff.
Zong Zeyu took out his phone and made a call directly to Tong Le. Since Hou Yi had brought the conversation to this level, he might as well make things more dramatic and exciting.
When the call connected, Zong Zeyu spoke plainly: Do you want five hundred million? I can transfer it to you right now.
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