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The pot of hot soup was boiling, bubbles rising and popping. Mo Kai Liang had imagined countless times in his mind how painful and miserable Ke Jie would be when Zhang Huizhi died from her strange illness. The more he thought about it, the more satisfying it became. Unable to physically confront Ke Jie, he could only indulge himself through fantasy.
Yesterday, he had gone to an underground casino again, winning one game after another as if he were under a beginner's luck aura. He won again and again! He had made another hundred thousand yesterday at the gambling table, his hands numb from the winnings, attracting quite a crowd around him.
He was getting closer to his goal of winning enough to stop. He planned to call Lan Qingqing to share his joy, wanting to deposit the hundred thousand as a sort of gift for her.
When the call connected, Mo Kai Liang was in high spirits, but on the other end, Lan Qingqing sounded terrible. In the next moment, she burst into tears, leaving Mo Kai Liang feeling lost and almost knocking over the pot of soup on the gas stove!
Scalded by the hot soup, Mo Kai Liang turned on the tap to cool his hand while comforting Lan Qingqing on the phone. "What’s wrong, Lan Qingqing? Did someone bully you? Where are you? I’ll come find you! Hearing you cry makes me feel so bad; it breaks my heart."
Mo Kai Liang genuinely felt heartbroken; his heart twisted painfully. He could hardly breathe as he listened to Lan Qingqing sobbing uncontrollably. He wished he could jump through the phone and kill whoever was bullying her!
Lan Qingqing's voice was hoarse as she spoke up, "I got fired! I’ve been targeted! I don’t have a job anymore! I’m no longer an employee of Zong Shi Yan Tuan! What am I going to do? How will I move forward?"
Mo Kai Liang breathed a slight sigh of relief; it wasn't anything too serious. "Don't worry; we can find another job. If it comes down to it, we can just not work at all—I’ll take care of you! I went to the casino yesterday..."
He cautiously stepped out of the kitchen and peeked into the living room through a crack in the door, confirming that Ke Jie wasn’t around. He closed the door quietly and continued in a low voice, "I won another hundred thousand yesterday. After I deliver some pork rib soup to Zhang Huizhi at the hospital, how about I take you shopping for your favorite Hermes? We can buy bags and skincare products!"
Lan Qingqing stopped crying and corrected him, "It's not Emma; it's Hermes. Emma is an electric car; they’re not even in the same category. A Hermes bag costs around a hundred thousand!"
Her soft voice tickled Mo Kai Liang’s heart. Forget about Emma not being Hermes; he would buy her an entire racetrack if it made her happy! For that gentle charm of Lan Qingqing’s, he would risk everything!
Mo Kai Liang coaxed her gently, "Then wait for me at home. I’ll make soup and then take you shopping. We’ll spend that hundred thousand; I won’t save any money as long as you’re happy."
Lan Qingqing teased him playfully, "Mo Kai Liang, why are you so good to me?"
Mo Kai Liang's cheeks flushed instantly, feeling hot all over! He stammered, "Because I like you; I don’t want you to suffer."
Lan Qingqing deliberately asked, "So when you become even more successful in the future, will you help me deal with that Tong Le woman? She humiliated me today and said some really hurtful things!"
Without even thinking twice, Mo Kai Liang replied fiercely, "Whatever Lan Qingqing wants—heaven or earth—I will make those who hurt you pay for their actions! You can trust me!"
Tong Le arrived at the company early in the morning to handle the long-overdue tasks and coordinate with various partners. With Ke Jie absent, the efficiency had increased threefold.
Jiang Zhichao, Tong Le's personal secretary, was busy running around, overwhelmed by the workload. Finally managing to find a moment to catch his breath in the break room, he was soon calling out Jiang Zhichao's name loudly from the office door.
Jiang Zhichao felt numb; hearing his name felt like listening to an incantation. Meanwhile, Jin Zi Meng, who was making coffee in the break room, volunteered, "I'll go! You take a break; rest up before you take over for me."
Jin Zi Meng put down her cup and hurried to Tong Le's office. Jiang Zhichao let out a heavy sigh of relief.
At that moment, the office lobby suddenly became lively. Hearing cheers from outside, Jiang Zhichao peeked out with his cup in hand and saw Zong Zeyu approaching with a few followers, treating all employees to milk tea.
Jiang Zhichao felt as if he had found a savior and rushed over to Zong Zeyu, pleading, "Zong Zeyu! Please, let Sister Tong take it easy! She's working at least a quarter's worth of tasks in a single day! She's fine, but I can't keep up! I'm still growing!"
Zong Zeyu looked Jiang Zhichao up and down, finding it quite absurd. A grown man claiming he was still growing? It sounded as if he were saying his wife was draining his life force.
Zong Zeyu entered Tong Le's office where she was focused on checking invoices while Jin Zi Meng assisted her with calculations. Tong Le didn't notice Zong Zeyu's presence, but Jin Zi Meng raised her head and was about to speak when Zong Zeyu gestured for her to remain silent.
Jin Zi Meng closed her mouth. Zong Zeyu stood in front of the desk and asked, "Have you finished checking?"
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