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At that moment, Wen entered the kitchen.
Dressed in a fitted dark red gown, her makeup was still slightly heavy, but it clung to her face in an alluring way. Spotting Zhou Zishuo sulking in the corner, she approached him with concern. "What's wrong? Are you upset?"
Zhou Zishuo looked up and asked, "Do you regret it? Regret being with my brother, and even after he passed away, continuing to take care of me and my sister like we're burdens?"
Wen smiled and replied, "What’s this? Suddenly reminiscing about the past? I don’t regret it at all. Why should I? Your brother, Zhou Feng, was the most outstanding man I’ve ever met. No one can surpass his place in my heart. I loved him, and even though he has left this world, I still love him."
She patted Zhou Zishuo on the shoulder. "He was a hero! A national hero! Do you know how proud I am to have loved a hero? That makes me half a hero too, doesn’t it?"
Zhou Zishuo choked up slightly. "But my brother made you suffer so much. In the end, he chose the country and abandoned you."
Wen smiled gently. "That’s why I’m willing to guard his soul until now; because he is worth it."
Zhou Zishuo asked in confusion, "But what if he had chosen to flee from the battlefield and come back to you? Would you still love him like this?"
Wen nodded. "Of course! Because if he chose me, it only proves that he loves me. I understand Zhou Feng; he is not someone who fears death. For him, both his country and I are equally important. The country is worth it, and so am I, right?"
Zhou Zishuo felt a knot in his heart loosen as Wen spoke. His furrowed brow gradually relaxed. "Sister, I will make it up to you for my brother's sake."
Wen replied, "You don’t have to repay me; we are family and should help each other."
Suddenly remembering something, she asked, "By the way, is Zong Jin still outside?"
Zhou Zishuo shook his head. "I don’t know; he doesn’t seem like a big boss at all—coming here every day to drink casually instead of focusing on work."
Wen laughed. "You have no idea! Dazong Zong wakes up every morning at four or five to handle work while you’re still sleeping soundly!"
Zhou Zishuo asked curiously, "How do you know that?"
Wen didn’t answer directly; she knew because every morning Zong Jin would send her a meaningless good morning message that almost made her want to block him!
After leaving the kitchen, Wen went looking for Zong Jin but found that he had already left.
Meanwhile, at Tong Le's apartment.
After having dinner with Tian Ling and Li Hongmei at Tong Le's place, the two returned to their own homes.
Tong Le went downstairs alone in her pajamas to throw out the trash and decided to stop by the convenience store across the street to buy two sandwiches for breakfast the next morning.
As she returned home and stepped out of the elevator, she was startled to see a tall figure leaning against her front door—it was Zong Zeyu.
Tong Le gasped in surprise. "What are you doing here so late?"
Zong Zeyu got up, a hint of alcohol lingering on him.
Tong Le sniffed at Zong Zeyu's chest and asked, "Have you been drinking?"
Zong Zeyu replied, "Can I stay here for the night?"
Tong Le responded, "Don't you have a home? Why do you need to stay here? Although this is your house too."
She took out her keys and opened the door, allowing Zong Zeyu to step inside.
As she slipped on her slippers, she continued, "You can sleep in the other bedroom. If I had known you were coming, I would have bought some meat and vegetables in advance. I could make you Century Egg and Lean Pork Congee in the morning. By the way, did anyone see you on your way here? We don't want any gossip. But then again, this is your house, so it’s a bit strange for me to be here. Don’t worry though; I’m always careful when I come and go. No one follows me."
Just as Tong Le was about to walk further inside after changing her slippers, Zong Zeyu suddenly leaned down and rested his chin on her right shoulder, his warm breath carrying a hint of alcohol.
Tong Le felt a jolt of electricity run through her body and nervously exclaimed, "Don’t mess around! I know you’re not drunk!"
Zong Zeyu’s voice was low as he teased, "So if I were drunk, would that mean I could mess around?"
Tong Le took a step back into the room and turned to face him, warning, "If you keep this up, you need to leave!"
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