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For the first time, Tong Le witnessed a rational stress response in Ke Wenjie. The man trembled uncontrollably, his pupils shaking as if they were in an earthquake. Tong Le felt for the first time that Ke Wenjie resembled not a human, but a donkey.
Ke Wenjie could not accept Zong Zeyu's words. If the child in Tong Le's womb was indeed Zong Zeyu's, he would rather die on the spot! He felt he had lost all face; his dignity and wealth were already hanging by a thread.
Under Zong Zeyu's control, Ke Wenjie was completely immobilized. When Zong Zeyu grew tired of the situation, he signaled to the bodyguard behind him. The bodyguard stepped forward and restrained Ke Wenjie, giving him no chance to resist.
What a grand scene of infidelity it was, ending in Ke Wenjie's failure. During this time, Tong Le shot several glares at Zong Zeyu, blaming him for his nonsense. It was clearly a false pregnancy, yet he insisted on lying, claiming even this nonexistent child was his flesh and blood.
Ke Wenjie was dragged into the conference room by the bodyguard. Once the door closed, only Ke Wenjie and the bodyguard remained inside. Ke Wenjie dared not act recklessly; it was clear that the current situation was not in his favor.
In the office hall, employees diligently maintained their posts. The entire hall felt as if time had stopped; everyone was fixated on their computer screens, seemingly harmonious as if all were working hard. In reality, they were holding their breath, eagerly anticipating the next gossip development.
The employees had long lost interest in their work. They tacitly kept an eye on their computer screens while listening intently to their surroundings. Everyone pretended to type away at their keyboards, but they were actually surfing wildly in the Gossip Group chat. In just a blink of an eye, dozens of messages flashed across the screen.
Tong Le was not surprised. She casually glanced at Jiang Zhichao's computer screen; the Gossip Group was practically smoking from all the chatter.
She gestured to Zong Zeyu and Dao Wen, suggesting they spend some time in the office while letting Ke Wenjie cool off in the conference room.
Inside the office, the auditing staff continued to work at a rapid pace. Dao Wen and Zhou Ting settled onto the sofa. Tong Le boiled water to make tea.
Zong Zeyu leaned against a corner of the wall, waiting for Tong Le's instructions. He guessed that she was upset with him.
Dao Wen took the tea and turned to Zong Zeyu, saying, "You look like a bullied little wife standing there. At over six feet tall, who really thinks they can do anything to you? You weren't acting like this when you dealt with Ke Wenjie just now."
Dao Wen couldn't help but chuckle and lowered his head to sip his tea, only to burn his tongue on the hot liquid and nearly spit it out.
Zhou Ting sat stiffly beside Dao Wen with her teacup in hand. She had been happy about Zong Zeyu's arrival earlier, but now her mood had soured. She wasn't foolish; she understood the relationship between Zong Zeyu and Tong Le.
Zong Zeyu obediently stood in the corner of the wall. He instinctively glanced at Tong Le; since she wasn't speaking up to let him sit down, he stayed put.
Tong Le was indeed upset with Zong Zeyu. She placed the teacup she had prepared for him on the coffee table with a clatter and glared at his face—one that resembled a bullied little wife—and said, "Who told you to come here! Now it's even more unclear! All the employees are gossiping about us; their keyboards are practically smoking! They don't work this hard normally; now they seem eager to type out a thousand words every minute! And is the child in my womb yours? If it doesn't come out later, you're responsible!"
Zong Zeyu remained huddled in his corner against the wall, slowly turning to face it as if reflecting on his mistakes.
Dao Wen couldn't help but chuckle and said, "I estimate that Xiao Zong Zong has never been scolded by a woman like this in his life; he looks like he’s about to be beaten into the wall."
At that moment, Zhou Ting cautiously spoke up to confirm, "Tong Le Jie, are you and Zong Zong really in that kind of relationship?"
Dao Wen suddenly turned his head and glared at Zhou Ting. "Your business isn't over yet! Why are you butting in? Zong Shi Yan Tuan is off-limits!"
Dao Wen addressed Zong Zeyu's back, saying, "Xiao Zong Zong, you don't need to worry about Zhou Ting's job; she won't be working at Zong Shi Yan Tuan."
Tong Le quickly interjected, "No way! I've already asked Zong Zeyu to arrange it! I negotiated the exchange conditions with him; I can't back out now!"
Zhou Ting nodded vigorously. "Exactly! Tong Le Jie has already taken care of everything for me."
Dao Wen continued towards Zong Zeyu, "Xiao Zong Zong, you need to make it clear: Zhou Ting isn't going to Zong Shi Yan Tuan. She doesn’t fit the work atmosphere there. Don't let Tong Le's stubbornness get the better of you."
Zong Zeyu pondered silently, using Dao Wen's situation to appease his wife. "I listen to my wife."
Tong Le shouted at Zong Zeyu, "Who’s your wife!"
Zong Zeyu was taken aback, his tall figure momentarily slumping. The way he submitted to his wife left Dao Wen stunned.
Dao Wen exclaimed in surprise, "Aren't you Xiao Zong Zong with a split personality? Where’s the courage you just showed when dealing with Ke Wenjie? Tong Le is just a paper tiger; why are you afraid of her?"
Zong Zeyu weakly replied, "I listen to my wife."
Meanwhile, Zhou Ting couldn't help but laugh quietly. She admired Zong Zeyu even more; he was completely different in front of outsiders compared to how he was with his wife. Just a moment ago, he had been fierce enough to lift Ke Wenjie and slam him into the wall, but now he seemed ready to bury himself in the wall just to apologize to his wife.
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