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Jiang Zhichao hurriedly set his plate aside and grabbed a napkin to wipe himself off.
Lan Qingqing, with soup still dripping from her head, found that Jiang Zhichao's hasty wipe only spread the mess everywhere, soaking into her hair.
Jiang Zhichao could barely contain his laughter, while Lan Qingqing turned to him, ready to unleash her fury. Her angry expression was fierce and unflattering, startling Ke Wenjie, who was dining nearby.
Realizing she had lost her composure, Lan Qingqing clenched her teeth and forced herself to calm down. It’s fine, I’ll just clean it up.
Jiang Zhichao repeatedly apologized, his demeanor extremely sincere.
In her heart, Lan Qingqing had already cursed Jiang Zhichao's entire ancestry. If it weren't for her pride, she would have torn him to shreds!
Tong Le stood up and took Lan Qingqing's hand, suggesting they go to the restroom.
In the restroom, as Lan Qingqing turned on the faucet, no matter how much she wiped, she couldn’t get clean. The sticky soup clung to her hair and stained her white top red.
Looking at her disheveled reflection in the mirror, she sighed, "I can’t believe this! What a mess! I have to go back to the office this afternoon; if I go home to change now, I definitely won’t make it back in time."
She glanced at Tong Le in the mirror and said, "Lele, do you have time tonight? I’m thinking of inviting you and Tian Ling out for drinks at the bar; it’s been a while since I saw Tian Ling."
Tong Le pointed at her own belly and replied, "I’m pregnant; how can I drink?"
Lan Qingqing smiled and said, "Then just keep us company! It’s been ages since we gathered."
Tong Le couldn’t figure out what Lan Qingqing was up to; something unusual was definitely going on. She was curious to see what tricks Lan Qingqing had planned this time.
"Alright," Tong Le agreed. "I’ll let Tian Ling know; it’s been a long time since I saw her too."
Lan Qingqing fussed with her sticky hair in front of the mirror and said impatiently, "This is just ridiculous! What bad luck!"
Not finishing her lunch, Lan Qingqing took a taxi home to shower and change clothes.
Tong Le returned to the table alone and found several peeled shrimp in her small bowl.
The employees at the nearby table teased, "Ke Zong really loves his wife! What a good man!"
Ke Wenjie smiled shyly at Tong Le.
Only Tong Le knew that this was all for show. At home, she was the one who peeled shrimp for Ke Wenjie and Zhang Huizhi. She even wondered how after three years of marriage she still couldn’t see Ke Wenjie’s true nature!
Having endured so much, she finally understood what that phrase meant.
As Tong Le ate, she mentioned that Lan Qingqing had gone home, and it seemed unlikely that her clothes would come clean. Ke Wenjie merely nodded in response.
Tong Le inquired, "I heard that Lan Qingqing is leaving Zong Group. It seems she's preparing for a transfer in the next few days?"
Ke Wenjie paused for a moment before replying, "Yes, that's true. I even helped her with some networking."
He then offered to serve Tong Le some food, adding, "After all, she's your best friend. If I help her out, she'll take good care of you too."
Tong Le couldn't help but sneer inwardly at Ke Wenjie's meticulousness; he truly never left himself any vulnerabilities.
At that moment, Tong Le received a WeChat message from Jiang Zhichao. It read: "From now on, I’ll be your undercover informant in the public sector. If Lan Qingqing tries to seduce Ke Wenjie again, I'll find a way to deal with her. This time it's Tomato Stewed Fish; next time it’ll be Charcoal Grilled Durian Soup!"
Suppressing a laugh, Tong Le thought how Jiang Zhichao appeared scholarly and innocent but was actually quite scheming.
Noticing Tong Le's expression, Ke Wenjie reached for her phone. Fortunately, Tong Le reacted quickly and tucked it away.
Ke Wenjie seemed somewhat displeased. "What are you looking at? So secretive. You don't have some little secret, do you?"
Tong Le replied, "What little secret could I have? It's just a group chat among girls—no boys allowed."
Ke Wenjie appeared slightly suspicious but chose to trust her.
Tong Le's heart raced; she felt increasingly constrained by Ke Wenjie. Having lived under constant surveillance and control for so long, she now felt an odd sense of guilt as if she were doing something wrong.
At that moment, she realized just how deeply Ke Wenjie had brainwashed her over the years.
In the afternoon, true to his word, Ke Wenjie finished his work and personally took Tong Le shopping at the largest mall in the city.
He drove them to the biggest shopping center around.
Tong Le casually searched online for a shopping list for pregnant women; she needed to practice embodying her role as an expectant mother.
Ke Wenjie visited three baby stores in succession without saying a word, focusing solely on price tags.
Tong Le understood that Ke Wenjie was comparing prices again; he was determined to buy from the store that offered the cheapest prices and the largest quantities.
Previously, Tong Le had viewed this as a sign of thriftiness and practicality since Ke Wenjie had grown up in luxury and spent money freely.
However, she later realized that Ke Wenjie was merely stingy with outsiders while being generous with himself.
Now, no matter how Tong Le looked at Ke Wenjie, he seemed increasingly irritating to her. She felt so uncomfortable sharing the same air with him that she wished she could find two corks to stuff into his nostrils!
As they exited one store, Ke Wenjie frowned and said, "Let’s look at another place; I feel their quality isn’t great."
The two of them walked side by side, and coming towards them was a group of sharply dressed businessmen. Tong Le immediately recognized the man at the front—Zong Zeyu. It dawned on her that this shopping mall, not only the largest in the area but also a property of the Zong Family, was where she found herself.
It was truly bizarre; ever since she met Zong Zeyu, it seemed like they kept running into each other no matter where she went! Zong Zeyu had also noticed Tong Le, but this time it was purely coincidental—he was there to conduct an inspection of his own mall.
Leading the group, Zong Zeyu walked ahead, flanked by an older executive who was eagerly nodding and reporting on plans and explanations. However, Zong Zeyu had lost interest in work the moment he spotted Tong Le with Ke Wenjie. Instantly, a wave of jealousy surged within him!
If he hadn’t known that Tong Le wasn’t pregnant, seeing them together browsing baby products would have driven him mad!
Ke Wenjie entered the fourth store. Zong Zeyu deliberately sought to create trouble; he instructed his subordinates to enter the store where Ke Wenjie was. Just as Ke Wenjie picked up a product to check the price, a sales clerk stopped him politely, saying, “I’m sorry, but our leader is here for an inspection; we need to clear the store.”
Ke Wenjie turned around and glanced at the group of suited men before exiting the store. He muttered under his breath, “What’s with all this pretense? They really think they’re something special.”
Tong Le found this scene amusing; Ke Wenjie always had a petty side, subtly showing off at just the right moments.
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