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Zong Jin had no intention of letting go. He stared intently at Dao Wen, feeling the warmth of her hand in his palm. Though Dao Wen's fingers were slender, they felt soft and delicate in his grasp.
Zong Jin declared, "I will handle my relationship with Wu Youyou as soon as possible, and then we will get married."
Dao Wen was taken aback. "Huh? We're getting married just like that? You're being too hasty! I need to assess you first."
She tried to pull her hand away from Zong Jin's grip, but despite her efforts, she couldn't break free; his strength was considerable. It was clear that if he were provoked, he could easily knock Zhou Zishuo's nose out of joint.
Holding Dao Wen's hand, Zong Jin led her forward, his head lowered, feeling blissfully happy. This sensation was pure joy, and he relished every moment of it.
At the entrance of their neighborhood, Dao Wen said, "Alright, let's go home. It's getting late."
Zong Jin refused to let go.
Dao Wen reminded him, "My palm is sweating."
Reluctantly, Zong Jin released her hand, stammering, "I-I'll come pick you up tomorrow. The distillery work still needs to continue."
Dao Wen nodded.
Yet Zong Jin still hesitated to let go.
Dao Wen laughed, "What are you waiting for? Hurry home!"
Unable to resist any longer, Zong Jin asked, "So when can I hug you?"
At that moment, Dao Wen realized that this must be what a pure and straightforward guy was like. Not only did he want to hold her hand without her moving closer, but now he was also asking when he could embrace her. If she didn’t know Zong Jin’s background well enough, she might have wondered if he was still a virgin.
Pushing against Zong Jin’s body playfully, she urged him, "Stop dawdling."
Once Zong Jin got into the car, he watched Dao Wen enter her building before finally feeling at ease. Inside the car, he took a deep breath and exhaled heavily; his heart was filled with joy.
He pulled out his phone to message Zong Zeyu. He wanted to tell him that he was in love, but in his flustered state, he accidentally sent a message saying, "I’m getting married."
Meanwhile, at the Zong Family Mansion, dinner had concluded. Zong Zeyu prepared to drive Tong Le home himself while Hou Yi insisted on tagging along as the third wheel, claiming he had drunk too much and couldn’t drive.
Zong Zeyu was on the verge of losing his temper, but with Wen Cuizhi watching closely, he dared not act out.
Thus, Hou Yi got into Zong Zeyu's car, with Tong Le sitting in the passenger seat. As they drove, Hou Yi provocatively asked Zong Zeyu to drive himself, claiming it was an honor. Zong Zeyu chose not to respond, while Tong Le shot a glare at Hou Yi.
Hou Yi instinctively spoke up, finding the fierce man rather charming. Suddenly, Zong Zeyu slammed on the brakes, nearly sending Hou Yi flying forward. Without hesitation, Zong Zeyu got out of the car, opened the back door, and grabbed Hou Yi by the collar, ready to fight.
Hou Yi refused to back down and prepared to confront Zong Zeyu. Just as the two men were about to exchange blows, a patrol car approached them from the opposite direction. Tong Le rushed between them, blocking each of them with an arm. "Are you both crazy? You want to get arrested for fighting when Wu Youyou's situation isn't even resolved yet?"
Zong Zeyu withdrew his hand, and so did Hou Yi. Tong Le pushed Hou Yi back into the car and then urged Zong Zeyu inside as well. The car continued down the road in silence; both men were uncommunicative.
Halfway through their journey, Zong Zeyu pulled over and turned to Tong Le. "It seems like we have a flat tire; check the left rear tire for me."
Tong Le opened the door and got out to inspect. She returned to the passenger seat and said, "I didn't see any nails. Maybe you should drive a little further; it might be stuck underneath."
Zong Zeyu glanced at Hou Yi through the rearview mirror. "Can you take a look? Tong Le doesn't know much about this."
Irritated, Hou Yi exited the car and turned on his phone's flashlight to examine the tire. However, in that brief moment after he stepped out, Zong Zeyu's long arm reached over and pulled the back door shut with a swift motion. He pressed on the gas pedal and sped off, leaving Hou Yi stranded by the roadside.
With a cold snort, Zong Zeyu muttered to himself about competing with him. Tong Le hadn’t expected such a move from him; it was rather shameless but perfectly suited for dealing with Hou Yi.
Soon after, Tong Le received a WeChat message from Hou Yi: "Damn it, he's so shameless!"
She replied, "Who told you to provoke him? Just take a cab home."
Unable to suppress her laughter, she turned to glance at Zong Zeyu's profile and thought that his sneaky tricks were quite effective.
With one hand on the steering wheel and the other taking Tong Le's hand in his grasp, he said casually, "I'll stay at your place tonight."
"No!" Tong Le refused vehemently.
Zong Zeyu did not give her a chance to argue; he would just throw her into the ravine.
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