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Tong Le quickly deleted the messages on her phone and shut down her computer. She had just received a message from her best friend, Lan Qingqing, which read, "Sweetheart! I've made you some pork rib soup! I'm on my way to your house now! Wait for me!"
Tong Le stared blankly at the message. In the month since her mother passed away, Lan Qingqing had frequently shown up at her door with small gifts—sometimes fruit, sometimes cake. Tong Le never dared to eat anything that Lan Qingqing brought; she feared that she would end up like her parents.
She had considered directly asking Ke Wenjie for a divorce, but each time she tried, she was met with his heartfelt declarations. He would say that he wanted to be with her for life and that they would never part ways.
It was only later that Tong Le gradually came to realize that Ke Wenjie never spoke a single truth. He didn’t want a divorce for two reasons: first, because she still held some value for him; second, because he was a man who cared deeply about appearances. He was overly concerned with what others thought of him and always lived under their scrutiny. Therefore, the husband persona he had painstakingly crafted could not be allowed to crumble.
Most importantly, Ke Wenjie knew that the Tong family owned a piece of land worth over a hundred million. Where exactly that land was located and whose name it was under remained a mystery to everyone.
Initially, Tong Le had no knowledge of the specifics regarding that land until her mother, just before passing away after three years in bed, whispered the details into her ear.
After learning about the land, Tong Le did not disclose this information to Ke Wenjie. It was precisely because of that land that he hesitated to proceed with the divorce.
After all, the assets she had gained from running the company for three years amounted to only a few tens of millions, while a piece of land worth over a hundred million could easily double in value if sold.
As Tong Le stepped out of her bedroom, she found her mother-in-law, Zhang Huizhi, sitting in the living room, munching on sunflower seeds and grinning at the television.
If there were to be a ranking of the shameless people in her life, Tong Le would certainly place this eccentric mother-in-law high on the list.
Not long ago, Zhang Huizhi had somehow come across a so-called folk remedy claiming it could help someone conceive quickly. She insisted that Tong Le drink a bowl of herbal medicine every day.
In the beginning, Zhang Huizhi would watch Tong Le drink the medicine closely. Unable to escape, Tong Le had no choice but to force it down and then make excuses to go out and induce vomiting.
Eventually, after gaining Zhang Huizhi's trust, Tong Le started brewing the herbal medicine herself and secretly disposed of it each time.
When she sent the leftover herbs for testing, the results were unsurprising: she had a cold constitution. Although the herbal medicine was non-toxic, it exacerbated her condition over time—essentially acting like a slow poison.
Tong Le pondered this situation; she felt that Zhang Huizhi was using pregnancy as an excuse to make her take medicine with the real intention of ensuring she would never conceive.
She could sense Zhang Huizhi's disdain for her. After all, with Ke Wenjie’s rising success, in Zhang Huizhi's eyes, she was just a powerless Tong Le who no longer deserved to be associated with someone as high-ranking as Ke Wenjie. Thus, a woman like her—one deemed a failure and unworthy—had no right to bear children for him.
Tong Le found it laughable; in reality, even if she didn’t take that harmful herbal medicine, she still wouldn’t be able to conceive. She and Ke Wenjie hadn’t been intimate for quite some time. He spent his days feeding Lan Qingqing well and returned home only to collapse into bed without any energy left for her.
Moreover, she wouldn’t allow any physical contact with Ke Wenjie again. Ever since discovering his infidelity, even his slightest touch made her feel disgusted! She wished nothing more than for him to sleep every night in Lan Qingqing’s embrace!
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