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Lan Qingqing chuckled lightly, "I think you're really overthinking things. You keep worrying about useless matters. What does your ability to manage the Tong family business have to do with the child in Tong Le's womb? Right now, Tongshan Real Estate is already yours, and you've turned Tong Le into a complete dependent, staying at home for three years. What threat could she possibly pose to you?"
Ke Wenjie replied seriously, "I prefer to consider the worst-case scenario. If one day Tong Le and I end up at odds because of this child, then her existence will no longer matter to me. Regardless of who Tongshan Real Estate belongs to, it will ultimately belong to my child. Once that child is born, Tong Le will be dispensable."
Lan Qingqing was taken aback. "Are you saying you want to kill Tong Le?"
Ke Wenjie dressed himself and said, "I used to think my father-in-law was a good man, but later I discovered he has concealed quite a bit of information regarding the Tong family's assets. That piece of property that has vanished without a trace is a prime example. I'm worried that if Tong Le and I really fall out, she might use the hidden assets of the Tong family to make a comeback."
Lan Qingqing laughed heartily. "I think you have a persecution complex! Tong Le isn't very cunning; I've known her for so many years, and aside from that piece of land, I've never heard her mention any other assets."
Ke Wenjie continued, "Tong Le is preparing to go back to work at the company. I think she might have sensed something. She said she's afraid I might be seduced by other women in the company and wants me to be monitored." He sighed, "I had no choice but to agree."
Lan Qingqing frowned. "Are there women in the company trying to seduce you?"
Ke Wenjie smiled casually. "There are plenty of people who would try; I'm not someone just anyone can attract."
Lan Qingqing felt a bit pleased with herself.
Ke Wenjie glanced at the clock on the wall and then took out a stack of cash from his briefcase, placing it by the bed. "I can't transfer money to you directly; I'm afraid Tong Le might find out. Here’s ten thousand yuan; buy yourself some clothes or something. Once I secure the collaboration project with Zong Shi Yan Tuan, I'll earn even more at the upcoming Annual Meeting."
Ke Wenjie was quite confident; he believed that his project with Zong Shi Yan Tuan was destined for success.
Lan Qingqing grabbed the stack of cash, counting it as she spoke. "Do you want me to help you find out more? After all, I work at Zong Shi Yan Tuan; I can definitely help you."
Ke Wenjie replied nonchalantly, "Sure, do what you can."
After Ke Wenjie left Lan Qingqing's apartment, the warmth in the bedroom gradually dissipated.
Lan Qingqing got dressed and walked out of the room. She looked at the closed door of the small bedroom across from her and sighed heavily.
She headed straight for the kitchen, reheating yesterday's leftovers before carrying a plate into the small bedroom.
As she opened the door, an unpleasant odor wafted out like a stinky rag.
She set down the plate hurriedly and opened the window.
On a narrow single bed lay Tong Le—He Shui Xian.
He Shui Xian had been bedridden for eight long years due to an accident that didn't take her life but left her body paralyzed.
Her mind was as normal as anyone else's; she could think clearly and eat normally—she just couldn't move.
In those early years of being bedridden, her husband divorced her and quickly remarried another woman.
Over the past six months, Lan Qingqing had thought many times about killing He Shui Xian. However, every time she prepared to take action, He Shui Xian would scream and make a fuss, making it impossible for her to succeed.
Lan Qingqing considered poisoning He Shui Xian to death, but an autopsy would reveal the truth, and she would end up charged with murder, ruining her life forever. She had fed He Shui Xian for eight years. During her university days, she had hired someone to take care of He Shui Xian, with the caregiver's fees provided by her irresponsible father. If her father hadn’t given her the money, she would have deliberately blocked his illegitimate son at the school gate.
After Tong Le became paralyzed, her parents divorced, and soon after, her father remarried. Not only did he marry a new wife, but he also brought home an eight-year-old son. Initially, Lan Qingqing thought that the eight-year-old boy was the child of her father's new wife and her ex-husband. It was only later that she learned he was her father's illegitimate son. Her father had been cheating for a long time; that new wife was just a mistress he had kept for years.
In the first two years after Tong Le's paralysis, her father would regularly send living expenses. However, later on, he stopped giving money unless prompted, and sometimes even when she did ask, he still wouldn’t provide anything. Lan Qingqing found out where the illegitimate son went to school and once secretly took him away. From that point on, her father obediently paid for living expenses.
Eventually, after graduating from university and thanks to Ke Wenjie’s help, Lan Qingqing moved into an apartment and found a job, enjoying a decent standard of living. She kept He Shui Xian locked in a small bedroom. Day after day, year after year, she had taken He Shui Xian outside to bask in the sun. She was tired and exhausted; after all this time caring for someone who was ill without any gratitude from them made her feel she had done enough.
During her university years, she took good care of He Shui Xian because having him around allowed her to continuously ask her father for living expenses. Now that she could support herself through her own abilities, He Shui Xian had become nothing but a burden.
Lan Qingqing sat by the bed and began feeding He Shui Xian. With a pale face, He Shui Xian complained, "I haven't eaten all day! You only bring me food now? Are you trying to starve me?"
Holding the spoon coldly, Lan Qingqing replied, "I'm busy; can you stop talking nonsense?"
He Shui Xian opened his mouth to eat but choked on the food. His face turned red as he shouted, "Can you slow down? You don't take me to see a doctor or let me go outside for some sun; at least let me eat properly!"
Lan Qingqing had lost all patience. Looking at He Shui Xian's ugly face reminded her of Zhang Huizhi’s smug expression—both shared age spots and deep wrinkles that were equally disgusting!
In a fit of rage, Lan Qingqing turned the bowl upside down on He Shui Xian's head and screamed at him, "Why won’t you just die? I want you dead! It's been eight years; what more do you want? Others think I have a glamorous life with a harmonious family and no worries about food or clothing! Do you know how much I’ve suffered along the way? Do you know? Every day when I open my eyes, you just shout 'hungry'! Why don’t you just starve yourself to death? Huh?"
With tears in her eyes and feeling utterly broken down, Lan Qingqing questioned why she had to live this way. Why did Tong Le get such good parents while she had to endure this? Why did everyone revolve around Tong Le? What made her so special? Everything Lan Qingqing fought hard to obtain seemed so easily accessible to Tong Le; even Ke Wenjie catered to her whims! Even though Ke Wenjie no longer loved Tong Le, she still received his favoritism! Why was that fair?
Lan Qingqing grabbed a plate and smashed it hard against He Shui Xian's head. Unable to move, He Shui Xian could only scream in distress.
Lan Qingqing roared in fury: "What have you ever given me? You're just as shameless as my father! You’re both useless! You are the reason I can’t live well! Why can’t you earn money like Tong Le’s parents do? You trash should just die! Die!"
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