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Tong Le couldn't help but laugh, wondering what special day it was that both Zong Zeyu and Hou Yi wanted to marry her. It was as if she were some irresistible delicacy.
When Zong Zeyu spoke of marrying her, Tong Le believed him; those two simple words carried a weight of sincerity. However, when Hou Yi said the same thing, it felt diluted, as if it were mixed with a hundred percent of nonsense.
Tong Le smirked sarcastically, "Marry me? Marry me, who has nothing? Then you’ll just be the father of the child in my belly? And I’ll be calling the police on you every few days to make your life miserable? Do you have a masochistic tendency?"
Hou Yi pointed at Tong Le's abdomen and teased, "You’re not pregnant. Besides the bowl of beef noodles you just ate, your stomach is empty."
Tong Le fell silent and then asked, "Who told you that?"
Hou Yi shrugged. "What can be hidden from me? At first, I really thought you were pregnant with Ke Jie’s child. But then I realized that couldn’t be true. You hate him too much to have his baby. So I figured this child must be Zong Zeyu's. But after checking a few times, I found out you’re not pregnant at all."
Hou Yi seemed amused. "You’ve got your share of schemes too; we’re evenly matched."
With her lie exposed, Tong Le didn’t bother to explain. After all, talking to someone like Hou Yi was a waste of emotion. She never expected a mentally unstable man to give her any sensible answers.
Looking at the rose in her hand, she changed the subject. "The flower is beautiful and deserves me, so I’ll accept it. After all, you’ve taken things from me that you shouldn’t have."
There was a hidden meaning in her words.
Hou Yi raised an eyebrow and instinctively glanced at the Red Woven Bracelet on his wrist. He carried it everywhere and didn’t know why, but ever since he wore that little trinket, he hadn’t lost a single game of mahjong!
Holding the rose, Tong Le walked along the street, deciding not to drive since her old home was just behind the street. It was a perfect opportunity for a leisurely stroll.
Hou Yi followed her closely and asked, "How was your luck when you played mahjong before? Did you ever lose?"
Tong Le replied, "I’ve never played; I don’t know how."
Hou Yi boasted about his red bracelet. "Ever since I started wearing this thing, my luck has improved dramatically. Is it because of the good fortune you bring me?"
Tong Le turned around to snatch back the bracelet, but Hou Yi held it high above his head, using his usual trick of not returning it.
He said, "Every time I see this bracelet, I think of you. Honestly, I think about you so much that I can hardly stand other women anymore. Recently, many women have approached me, but I’m not interested at all; they pale in comparison to you."
Tong Le thought Hou Yi had a way with words; however, that silver tongue often slipped into vulgarity, as evidenced by what he said next.
Hou Yi continued, "You’re different from them; they only want my body and money while you are a virtuous woman."
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