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The next morning, Tong Le woke up early. Zhang Huizhi thought Tong Le had risen to prepare breakfast, but after waiting for over an hour, there was still no sign of her coming out of the bathroom. Unable to wait any longer, Ke Jie tidied up and left the house.
Just as Ke Jie stepped out, Zhang Huizhi rushed to the bathroom door, banging on it furiously. "Are you stuck in there or what? It's been an hour! You didn't even make breakfast, and Ke Jie has already left for work! You let him go to work on an empty stomach; do you want him to starve? Just because you're pregnant doesn't mean you can skip your chores!"
Zhang Huizhi continued to pound on the door, but inside, Tong Le remained unresponsive. After finishing her shower, she stood in front of the mirror, applying her makeup. It had been years since she last did this; ever since marrying Ke Jie, he had forbidden her from using cosmetics. Now, as she picked up the long-forgotten bottles and jars, she felt a sense of unfamiliarity.
Tong Le was completely unfazed by Zhang Huizhi's outburst; after three years, she had grown accustomed to it. She treated it like the barking of a mad dog—annoying but ultimately harmless. She tried on one lipstick after another, unable to find the right shade among those that had long expired from three years ago.
She hadn’t intended to put much effort into her appearance, but as she rediscovered her foundation, lipstick, and eyeshadow, memories of her youthful days flooded back. It felt like she hadn’t truly lived for herself in a long time. Thanks to Zong Zeyu giving her this opportunity, she was able to reassess herself.
Downstairs at the apartment complex, Ke Jie drove out of the community. As he reached the entrance, a black Rolls Royce approached head-on. His gaze was involuntarily drawn to it; that was his dream car. If it weren't for the company's recent poor performance, he would have bought that luxury vehicle under the company name long ago.
As their cars passed each other, Ke Jie felt a surge of jealousy. In this day and age, it seemed anyone could drive a Rolls Royce; it must be rented for some show-off purpose in the neighborhood.
Meanwhile, inside the luxury car, Zong Zeyu sat in the back seat while his driver navigated. Upon arriving at Tong Le's building, Zong Zeyu sent her a WeChat message: "I'm downstairs at your place. No rush."
Tong Le dashed down the stairs in a flurry, looking as if she were fleeing from something. Her half-curled waves were messy; one false eyelash had come loose and wouldn’t stick back on properly, and she struggled with her contact lenses while carrying a pair of high heels in her hand.
It had been three years since she last wore heels; fearing that they would be inconvenient for walking, she had hastily grabbed a pair. Tong Le stood awkwardly at the entrance of the complex, glancing around but failing to recognize that the Rolls Royce before her belonged to Zong Zeyu.
At that moment, the rear window of the car rolled down. When Tong Le caught sight of Zong Zeyu inside—dressed impeccably and exuding an air of wealth—her eyes widened in shock. She truly hadn’t expected him to be so affluent.
Zong Zeyu looked at Tong Le's appearance and couldn't help but rub his forehead in frustration. He had advised her to dress nicely yesterday, but the result was worse than if she hadn't tried at all.
Once they got into the car, they sat side by side in the back seat. Tong Le removed her false eyelashes and wiped off the unsuitable blush, then gathered her long hair, which hadn't been curled properly, into a high ponytail.
Zong Zeyu silently observed Tong Le's series of actions. Although his expression showed disdain, his eyes betrayed him, unable to look away. Especially when Tong Le tied up her ponytail, it felt as if he had returned to their university days.
During their university years, Tong Le always wore her hair in a high ponytail. He often found himself following her quietly, whether intentionally or not, and each time, Ke Jie was always by her side. He remembered that he chose that university for Tong Le; otherwise, with his grades, he could have easily gone to one of the best universities abroad.
Tong Le had wiped her makeup down to just a light foundation. Turning her head, she said apologetically, "I'm sorry. I spent the whole morning preparing, but it turned out badly. I haven't worn makeup in three years; I'm out of practice."
Zong Zeyu withdrew his gaze and couldn't help but speak up. "Even without makeup..." He almost let slip the word "beautiful," but quickly changed his mind. "Even without makeup, you still look..."
As soon as he said this, Tong Le didn’t think much of it and continued to fuss with the stray hairs at her forehead in the small mirror.
However, Zong Zeyu's heart began to race inexplicably; even his breathing became rapid. He turned his head silently to look out the car window, trying to distract himself. That long-lost feeling returned—like a tidal wave crashing over him—reminding him of when he had a crush on Tong Le.
He began to realize that some feelings are impossible to let go of. No matter how many times Tong Le disappointed him or made him sad, he couldn't sever this emotional bond. He should have admitted it long ago; ever since he invited her to meet at Azure Cloud Hotel, he had lost control over his feelings.
Tong Le finished getting ready and turned to Zong Zeyu, asking, "Is this okay? Do you think I’m presentable enough to meet your parents?"
Zong Zeyu hesitated before turning his head. Clearing his throat, he replied weakly, "You can do whatever you want; it doesn't matter."
Tong Le continued speaking, "When I meet your parents, I'll explain everything clearly. The pregnancy has nothing to do with you; I won't let your family be upset."
Zong Zeyu steadied his emotions and reminded her gently, "My father has been gone for a long time. Today is about my mother wanting to meet you. After we meet, you don’t need to say anything; I’ll handle the explanations."
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