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Lan Qingqing scoffed, "Consider the baby in my belly? Who has ever considered me? You all know I'm pregnant, yet that Zhang Huizhi keeps making me cook and do laundry for her. And Ke Jie is even worse; he just draws up dreams for me. Who knows if he will ever provide a better life for me and the child?"
Lan Qingqing raised her voice, "I just want to go out and have some fun! I can't be deprived of my freedom just because I'm pregnant! Are you here to take care of me or to keep an eye on me? Mo Kai Liang, don't turn into someone as annoying as Zhang Huizhi. The pressure is too much for me."
She pushed past Mo Kai Liang and headed straight for the bathroom. Inside, she stripped off her pajamas and underwear, tossing them through the crack of the door onto the mat outside without a hint of modesty, as she didn’t see Mo Kai Liang as a proper man anyway.
As she showered, Mo Kai Liang stood alone in the living room, lost in thought. After a while, he walked to the bathroom door, bent down, and picked up the dirty clothes from the floor before heading to the kitchen sink.
He filled a basin with water and began washing Lan Qingqing's silk pajamas and underwear. He worked silently, his frustration pouring into the fabric as he scrubbed. He had guessed that Lan Qingqing had gone out with some man late at night; he had seen her come back with a bag of skincare products. In recent days, he had been brushing up on luxury brands and high-end skincare items just to support her image. He recognized that brand—very expensive.
He rubbed Lan Qingqing's pajamas vigorously, vowing silently to himself that he would make a lot of money and achieve something great!
The next morning at Tong Le's apartment.
Tong Le woke up at six o'clock. Last night, while Zong Zeyu was in the shower, she had a clever idea. She quickly went to her bedroom and locked the door behind her, completely cutting off any contact with Zong Zeyu.
When Zong Zeyu finished his shower and stepped out of the bathroom, he couldn't help but laugh from outside Tong Le's locked bedroom door. He understood perfectly; Tong Le was locking him out like a thief.
Tong Le simply shouted that she was going to sleep and then turned off the lights, giving Zong Zeyu no chance for communication—she even turned off her phone.
Zong Zeyu had no choice but to retreat to another bedroom, calming himself down and enjoying his solitude.
When Tong Le opened her eyes in the morning, she already had a plan for what breakfast she would make for Zong Zeyu. She slipped out of her room and quietly approached his door. The door was ajar; Zong Zeyu was still lost in sweet dreams, sprawled diagonally across the bed with only a sheet covering his belly. His long legs were exposed, and his abdominal muscles were faintly visible.
Tong Le stood at the doorway, staring at Zong Zeyu for quite some time until she snapped back to reality, her face burning with embarrassment.
She tiptoed out of the house to buy fresh vegetables from a nearby market. While browsing at the market, her phone rang—it was Ke Jie.
When she answered, Ke Jie’s voice came through slightly hoarse. "Are you resting well at Tian Ling? It's my first day in the staff dormitory, and I'm not quite used to it—the bed is small and hard, my back hurts from sleeping on it, and sharing a bathroom is really inconvenient."
"I'm doing fine," Tong Le replied. "What can I say? You sold your house too quickly, and now the buyer is eager to move in; there’s nothing we can do about it."
"How about we rent a three-bedroom apartment for now?" Ke Jie suggested. "You can look for listings near the company and see if there’s anything suitable."
Tong Le reminded him, "The rent for a three-bedroom apartment near the company starts at twenty thousand a month. If we pay annually, that’s over two hundred thousand in cash upfront. I don’t have that much money on hand."
"I’ll give it to you," Ke Jie replied. "Just check the listings first."
After hanging up, Tong Le stared at her darkened phone screen and raised an eyebrow. She had a feeling that something interesting was about to unfold.
Meanwhile, at Zhang Huizhi's apartment, she was still waking up when Ke Jie’s call interrupted her slumber.
Upon answering, Ke Jie said, "Mom, I’m transferring some money to you. You don’t have any fixed deposits right now, do you? Prepare thirty thousand for me; Tong Le and I plan to rent a place near the company."
Zhang Huizhi, still groggy, suddenly became alert. "Why do you need to rent a place all of a sudden? Didn’t you say you were going to stay in the company dorms?"
"Just get the money ready," Ke Jie insisted. "If we find a suitable place, we’ll finalize it in the next couple of days."
After the call ended, Zhang Huizhi stood there in shock for a while. She realized she didn’t have any cash left in her bank account; all twenty million had been invested, leaving her with no liquid funds! She had been counting on Ke Jie to send her living expenses next month, but now he suddenly wanted thirty thousand in cash—where was she supposed to get that?
Feeling anxious, Zhang Huizhi hadn’t planned to tell Ke Jie about her investment project just yet. She feared he would blame her for making decisions without consulting him. Her plan was to wait until the project officially launched before taking credit.
Pacing back and forth in the living room, she pondered her options and decided to focus on her neighbor, Lan Qingqing.
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