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From the moment Zong Zeyu decided to buy the house, to paying the deposit, and then smashing the walls, it all happened in less than an hour. The speed of the transaction was astonishing, and Agent Wu communicated smoothly with the homeowner. The sound of the hammer striking the wall was crisp and satisfying.
When Tong Le returned to Mountain Water Villa, she was greeted by a scene of chaos. The floor was littered with rubble, and the house no longer resembled a home; it had been thoroughly demolished. Surprisingly, none of the neighbors had come to complain, because as soon as Zong Zeyu decided to break down the walls, he had given the property management a sum of money to pacify all the residents in the building.
The property management acted swiftly, sending four or five staff members door-to-door with gifts and red envelopes, which allowed all the homeowners to listen to the noise of the demolition while enjoying their imported food gift packages.
Tong Le stood in shock at the sight before her. She had only been gone for a few hours, and now her house was in ruins. Even Agent Wu had joined in on the demolition, working diligently and earnestly. After some communication, Tong Le learned that Zong Zeyu had already purchased the house. No wonder Agent Wu had been so attentive; he wouldn’t earn a commission if there were any discounts.
Feeling helpless upon learning everything that had transpired, Tong Le sat down on the sofa. Zong Zeyu took the initiative to peel a lychee for her and brought it to her lips. "I think we can finish this today. After we handle this house, we can renovate it according to your wishes."
Tong Le turned her head away, feeling weak. "Next time we encounter something like this, can we discuss it together? Please don’t make decisions on your own. This house is very expensive; you bought it without even consulting me. Isn’t that just wasting money? I could have thought of other ways; we didn’t necessarily have to buy this house. You’ve already spent too much on me."
Her point rested on that last sentence. Just five minutes ago, she had learned that Zong Zeyu had told the homeowner that this house would be purchased in her name and that it would be transferred after her divorce proceedings were completed, thus eliminating any risk of being claimed by Ke Wenjie.
Zong Zeyu had prepared the funds and deposited them into a third-party account, and the homeowner had agreed as well. Tong Le could no longer count how much she owed Zong Zeyu.
He brought the lychee closer to her mouth again, always more patient than she was. "I promise you that from now on, I will listen to you regarding major decisions. If we get married, it won’t matter who the house is transferred to; if we don’t get married, it will remain under Zong Group’s name. Is that okay?"
At this moment, Tong Le felt somewhat relieved. She understood that this was Zong Zeyu’s way of showing respect for her. In a relationship, mutual respect is truly invaluable—something she was acutely aware of.
However, at this moment, she also realized something important: although she felt indebted to him, she needed to understand the difference between love and gratitude. Her past mistakes had led her to marry the wrong person; this time would be different. She knew exactly what kind of feelings she held for Zong Zeyu.
Just then, Tong Le’s phone rang—it was a call from the homeowner. The homeowner wanted to meet with her regarding some procedures related to the purchase of the house.
Coincidentally, Tong Le also wanted to meet with him.
They arranged to meet in half an hour at a café outside the community. While Zong Zeyu stayed behind to supervise the demolition work in their home, Tong Le went downstairs alone and met Liu Qing, the homeowner.
They ordered two cups of coffee. Liu Qing expressed his gratitude: "Thank you, Miss Tong. I’ve been particularly anxious about selling this house lately because my company is facing cash flow issues; things have been tough in e-commerce recently. Your boyfriend mentioned that this house will ultimately be under your name and that he would only be covering expenses—please thank him for me."
Tong Le replied politely, "The real estate market isn’t doing well right now; we bought this house mainly to uncover some truths."
After pondering for a moment, she suggested, "Liu Qing, could I ask you for a favor? Could you show me your father’s hospitalization records before he passed away? If necessary later on, I might need your help filing a report at the police station."
Liu Qing frowned in confusion.
Tong Le explained that her parents had moved into this house three months before they fell ill with a strange disease. They spent three long years in the hospital, burdened by enormous medical expenses. During those years, they never stepped outside the hospital. At first, she was puzzled; they had been perfectly healthy, so why did they develop an illness that no one could diagnose? It wasn't until she learned that Liu Qing's father also suffered from a similar strange illness that she began to suspect a connection between the deaths of the four elderly individuals and this house.
Liu Qing's expression gradually turned to one of terror. "Is this house haunted?"
Tong Le hurriedly replied, "It's not haunted. Didn't you just agree to let us break down the walls? We also consulted professionals who detected issues with the house. One of the walls has radiation levels far exceeding safety standards. If your parents' deaths were due to a blood-related illness, I believe it’s highly likely that it’s connected to the house."
Suddenly, Liu Qing slammed his hand on the table, unable to control his emotions. "So this house is what harmed my parents? They were perfectly healthy before! They worked hard all their lives, saved up for years to buy a house they loved, planning to enjoy their retirement and help me raise my children! And now they died in this house! Is that what you're saying? What is wrong with this place? Who did this? Was it the developers?"
Liu Qing's agitation grew, and his eyes reddened with anger. Tong Le understood his rage; his father had only recently passed away, and now he was learning that the cause of death might not have been natural but rather something man-made. No one could accept such a reality.
Tong Le felt equally pained, having endured similar suffering herself. She spoke gently to calm him down. "Please try to stay calm. Right now, I'm only speculating, and I need your help."
Liu Qing took a seat again, this time no longer in a frenzy. He rested his hands on his forehead, remaining silent for a long time. The tears of a man are always precious; he fought against them, trying not to cry but feeling cornered by his emotions.
Tong Le silently kept him company. As Liu Qing bowed his head with his hands pressed against his forehead, she noticed the thinning hair above his brow. He was only thirty-five years old yet already had patches of sparse hair—perhaps due to the stress and exhaustion from work or because he couldn't escape the shadow of his father's death.
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