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At six in the evening, Tong Le, following Zong Zeyu's request, made her way to the Zong Shi Yan Tuan. The car stopped beneath the towering building, and she couldn't help but admire its grandeur as she looked up.
Carrying a thermal food bag, she headed to Zong Zeyu's office. Under the guidance of the Female Secretary, Tong Le finally met Zong Zeyu. Inside the office, Zong Zeyu was still engaged in discussions with his employees. The Female Secretary arranged for Tong Le to sit on a nearby sofa and quietly asked if she would like tea or coffee.
Tong Le shook her head, holding her thermal bag close. "No, thank you."
She waited for more than half an hour while Zong Zeyu diligently discussed work matters. He was completely absorbed in his tasks, a stark contrast to his earlier demeanor. Once the employees left, Zong Zeyu glanced at the time and said, "I'll take you out for dinner first, then you can accompany me to the airport to pick someone up."
Tong Le inquired, "Is it someone related to the Tongshan Real Estate project?"
Zong Zeyu replied, "No, I'm picking up my brother."
Confused, Tong Le asked, "Why did you ask me here then?"
"Come on," he urged. "Let's go eat."
Tong Le placed her thermal bag on the table. As she opened it, she said, "I already had dinner earlier. I went to Tian Ling's house this afternoon and borrowed her kitchen. Remember I promised to make you milk tea and dessert? Here’s a cup of hot milk tea, some cookies, and an egg roll."
Zong Zeyu watched in amazement as Tong Le set the food on the table. It was the first time a woman had cooked for him personally—excluding the household chef, of course.
Lost in thought, he felt warmth spread through him as a smile crept onto his face, revealing a slightly dazed expression.
Tong Le broke apart a pair of disposable chopsticks and remarked, "This afternoon, Tian Ling kept talking about Fan Qinghua. It seems like this psychological consultation worked well. Since you're friends with Fan Qinghua, he should be a decent person, right?"
She offered the chopsticks to Zong Zeyu, but he remained lost in his thoughts.
"Why do you look so strange?" she asked.
Snapping back to reality, Zong Zeyu settled into the sofa and began enjoying Tong Le's cooking.
As Tong Le went to get hot water from the dispenser, Zong Zeyu eagerly snapped a photo of the food and sent it to Fan Qinghua. "Look! What you call 'sometime later' is just an excuse; it took no time at all for Tong Le to personally bring it over! Clearly, I hold a special place in her heart!"
Fan Qinghua replied: "She's repaying a debt of gratitude—definitely repaying! Didn't you say you saved her? It's absolutely gratitude!"
Zong Zeyu responded: "Shut up."
Zong Zeyu was not typically fond of desserts, yet he devoured everything Tong Le had made with enthusiasm—even finishing every drop of milk tea.
Tong Le looked at the empty food container in surprise and said, "Do you have such a big appetite? I thought this would be enough for you. It seems like you're still hungry?"
Tong Le stared blankly at Zong Zeyu, who was also looking back at her. In reality, he was already stuffed, but since it was made by Tong Le, he could have eaten another serving without any problem.
Zong Zeyu casually remarked that they could try a different dish next time; her cooking wasn't bad. He wasn't used to complimenting others, and saying her cooking was decent had already pushed him to his limits.
The two of them set off for the airport, with the driver behind the wheel and Zong Zeyu and Tong Le sitting in the second row of business class seats. Tong Le felt that the atmosphere was a bit strange but didn’t voice it. Right now, she needed something from Zong Zeyu, and besides, he was her benefactor. If he made a request, she felt obliged to comply.
Earlier with Seven Years, she had misrepresented her gratitude, but it wasn’t too late now. No matter how Zong Zeyu assigned tasks to her, she believed it was her duty to repay this kindness.
The car stopped in front of a Xian Yi Shop. Zong Zeyu said, "Go help me pick out a bouquet for my brother; boys like that."
Meanwhile, at Lan Qingqing's small apartment, Ke Wenjie arrived right after work. The two of them had an intense session in the small bedroom.
Sitting against the headboard with half the blanket covering them, Lan Qingqing nestled in Ke Wenjie’s arms and complained, "I’m exhausted! I spent all afternoon at your house helping your mom with chores!"
She sat up and asked, "What does Tong Le do at home? Doesn’t she do any housework? Do you know your toilet is so dirty it’s practically unusable? Brother, how can you tolerate Tong Le being so lazy and messy?"
Ke Wenjie extinguished his cigarette butt and sighed; his mood had been off for the past month.
Lan Qingqing questioned him suspiciously, "Do you think Tong Le really stayed at Tian Ling's place last night? Tian Ling would help Tong Le lie; they were really close back in college. I actually think Tong Le didn’t rest at Tian Ling's house last night."
Ke Wenjie could see through Lan Qingqing's thoughts. Earlier when they hadn’t gone to bed yet, he might have been a bit irrational, but now that he had vented his frustrations, his mind was clearer than ever.
He got out of bed while putting on his clothes and said, "Speaking of last night, I wanted to ask you—knowing that Tong Le is pregnant, why did you take her to a bar to drink? Were you hoping for her baby to miscarry?"
Lan Qingqing was startled and replied nervously, "How could I do that? It was Tong Le who craved alcohol! I told her not to drink; she insisted that having a little during early pregnancy wouldn’t hurt. Once her belly gets bigger, she won’t have the chance to go out partying anymore."
Ke Wenjie didn’t believe her. "I know Tong Le; she’s not like you say."
Lan Qingqing couldn’t argue back and felt a bit frantic. "Brother, are you doubting me? Do you think I want to harm her?"
Ke Wenjie reminded her firmly, "I know you can’t stand Tong Le. Don’t even think about that child; Tong Le must give birth to it. On one hand, it's about Tong Le's genes; on the other hand, once this child is born, the Tong family business will be firmly in my hands. In the future, when the child grows up a bit more, the family business will also take on our surname."
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