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Tong Le truly believed she had hit the jackpot. In her mind, she was calculating how much tax she would need to pay on the eight million prize. She even thought about whether she should wear a cartoon mask when claiming her prize; she certainly didn't want to be featured in the news by reporters.
Her head was spinning with thoughts of the eight million, and Tong Le couldn't help but smile foolishly. "I really have such good luck! Ever since I divorced Ke Wenjie, my fortune has skyrocketed!"
Dao Wen, standing nearby, chimed in to fuel her excitement. "Of course! It’s clear that Ke Wenjie was a bad luck charm for you! Zong Zeyu is your lucky star! Now that you've saved enough for your dowry, hurry up and get ready to marry Zong Zeyu. Who knows, after you get married, you might win an even bigger prize!"
Tong Le wanted to get married; it would be a lie to say otherwise. She felt that Zong Zeyu truly brought her good fortune—he was handsome and considerate, the perfect husband material! Her desire to marry him grew stronger.
Excitedly, Tong Le turned to Zong Zeyu and exclaimed, "Now that I've saved enough money, let's travel abroad together! We can explore the world! I’m rich now! I really am! Let’s use the prize money to experience life to the fullest! I’ve always wanted to travel. In the past, I was trapped by my family and had no money; I couldn’t go anywhere. God knows how painful those years were for me, drowning in hatred. I always dreamed of one day being free and wealthy enough to see the vast world and visit the farthest corners of it without ever coming back!"
Tong Le was ecstatic. Although in Zong Zeyu's eyes, a few million was just pocket change, for Tong Le, it represented the confidence to take a short trip, a chance to temporarily set aside mundane worries, and most importantly, the freedom she had longed for.
She had never shared her innermost thoughts with anyone; she always felt too many burdens weighing her down—avenging her parents' deep-seated grievances and protecting the family business. Her shoulders bore not only familial love and hatred but also a sense of social responsibility.
The small Lottery Shop suddenly fell silent. The owner behind the counter remained quiet, playing his part in this elaborate performance as he awaited further instructions from the director, Zong Zeyu.
Zong Zeyu's intentions were simple: help Tong Le gather enough dowry so they could get their marriage certificate immediately. He had teamed up with Dao Wen and Zong Jin to stage this fake lottery win in front of Tong Le. The scratch card was fake, specially made for this occasion; even the prize amount was fabricated. The owner of the Lottery Shop was real but had been paid for his performance.
Zong Zeyu thought this would be a straightforward task, but something so simple as eight million revealed a more genuine side of Tong Le that he had never seen before. He didn’t know that Tong Le dreamed of traveling the world; he didn’t realize how many emotions she had suppressed over the years. All he knew was that he loved her and wanted to help her overcome any obstacles.
Yet now that those obstacles had been cleared away, the scars left in their hearts could not simply be erased.
He should have been happy watching Tong Le's excitement over winning; he should have shared in her joy. But he found it hard to feel happy at all.
Zong Zeyu pulled Tong Le into an embrace and whispered softly in her ear, "Alright, let’s travel to all the places you want to go."
He understood that the next step of claiming the prize must go flawlessly; otherwise, if their ruse were discovered and extinguished the fire ignited in Tong Le's heart, she would be devastated.
Zong Zeyu exchanged glances with Dao Wen, who quickly caught on and said eagerly, "Tong Le, let me help you claim your prize! I've never won anything before; I'm quite curious about it."
With Zong Zeyu holding her tightly, Tong Le felt immobile but playful. "Sure! Just give me twenty thousand!"
Dao Wen scoffed playfully. "You just won eight million and you're only offering twenty thousand? That's stingy! If I were you, I'd give two hundred bucks to every dog I passed by!"
Tong Le buried her head in Zong Zeyu's chest and giggled. She loved this feeling of turning fortune around; it felt like life had suddenly taken a turn for the better. Everything seemed bright and flourishing—she felt as if even fate itself was on her side.
Little did she know that this 'fate' she believed in was actually embodied by Zong Zeyu—a guardian spirit uniquely hers.
As they left the Lottery Shop behind, Zong Zeyu took Tong Le home before driving back to the Zong Family Mansion.
Zong Zeyu entered the house, excitement bubbling within him. Wen Cuizhi hurriedly approached, eager for good news. "Did your scheme work? Did Tong Le give in? Can we finally get the marriage certificate? Will I be able to hold my grandchild soon? Our wish of having two grandchildren in three years might just come true!"
A smile lingered on Zong Zeyu's lips, barely containing his amusement. He loosened his tie, adopting the demeanor of a victor. "My brother and Dao Wen's situation is also progressing quickly. Perhaps my brother and I can hold our weddings together. Once the Annual Meeting of the Zong Family is over, we can start planning."
Wen Cuizhi shared in his joy; the marriages of her two sons were her greatest concern. Once their matters were settled, she planned to gather with her good friends for some fun and relaxation.
However, unbeknownst to them, Wu Youyou had appeared at the front door just in time to overhear their conversation, particularly regarding Zong Jin and Dao Wen.
She stepped inside, changed her shoes, tossed her bag aside, and dashed upstairs, clattering around in her bedroom as if preparing to run away from home.
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