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The phone call ended, and Lan Qingqing was so furious that her body trembled. She collapsed onto the floor, drenched in cold sweat, teetering on the brink of fainting.
She felt an overwhelming hatred for herself; after struggling for seven long years, the wealth she had gained was worth less than that of a prostitute! How could life be so difficult? How had she allowed herself to live like this?
Meanwhile, Ke Wenjie was temporarily staying in Hua Rongxiao's empty house. The place was devoid of warmth, cold and desolate. Although the house was spacious, it felt as empty as a coffin.
Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, Ke Wenjie noticed his stubble, which made him look extremely haggard. As he shaved, he recalled the news he had just seen on his phone about Hua Rongxiao's recent marriage.
He struggled to contain his emotions and finally smashed the electric razor against the mirror. The glass shattered, reflecting his own fragmented state.
He opened his phone again to check the news; it reported on a wedding of a certain group CEO. He immediately recognized Hua Rongxiao standing beside the wealthy man.
Hua Rongxiao had chosen an old man as her husband—this man was a tycoon from a provincial capital, with a background that rivaled that of the local Zong Group.
A wave of defeat washed over Ke Wenjie. He had managed to escape the identity of a son-in-law but had now fallen into the role of a kept man for a rich woman. It made him sick!
He searched online for information about Hua Rongxiao's husband, who was named Wan Zhang and was sixty years old—twenty years older than Hua Rongxiao! Wan Zhang had a son who was already in his thirties.
As Ke Wenjie dug deeper into Wan Zhang's assets, he found more and more that left him astounded. He understood Hua Rongxiao well; in a sense, they were cut from the same cloth. Thus, it made sense that she would marry an old man like Wan Zhang for money and status.
It dawned on him just how vast the gap between them was; simply figuring out this situation showed him that he could never reach Hua Rongxiao's level.
At that moment, the doorbell rang.
Ke Wenjie opened the door to find Mo Kai Liang holding bags of fruits and vegetables from the supermarket, wearing a silly grin. "Brother, I'm here!"
Ke Wenjie’s face darkened with rage. "Where were you yesterday when I needed you at the hospital? You just ran off! I provide for your food and shelter, and you still go out? Do you want to go back to your little mountain village?"
He grabbed Mo Kai Liang by the collar as if he were scolding a dog. "Do you want to go against me too? Are you trying to be like Lan Qingqing and Tong Le?"
With a forceful shove, he pushed Mo Kai Liang against the wall with a thud that made both his chest and back ache.
Mo Kai Liang stood there submissively, not arguing or retaliating.
Ke Wenjie vented all his anger on Mo Kai Liang. "You useless fool! Without me, you'd be stuck in that mountain village your whole life, never able to hold your head up!"
He kicked Mo Kai Liang hard. "Get in there and cook! Do what you're supposed to do!"
Mo Kai Liang hurried into the kitchen and closed the door behind him, standing frozen in place for a long moment.
He was, of course, filled with anger; the places where he had been kicked and hit throbbed painfully. Yet, the more it hurt, the more it ignited his fighting spirit. He may not have the power to resist now, but one day, he would make Ke Wenjie kneel at his feet and lick his shoes!
Mo Kai Liang rummaged through his bag, pulling out various ingredients to prepare a meal. He glanced around at the decor; the kitchen was spacious and many of the items looked quite expensive. He couldn't help but wonder where Ke Wenjie had found such a place.
He then took out a small bag from his pocket and poured the powder inside into a pot of soup. He had promised Zhang Huizhi that he would simmer some pork rib soup to honor her.
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