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Lan Qingqing felt disheartened, but that did not deter her from wanting to win Zong Jin's favor. On the contrary, she began to envision a day when she would be the woman by Zong Jin's side, when the entire Zong Group would belong to her, and all the employees would respectfully call her the President's Wife. That nitpicking Wu Youyou would be crushed beneath her feet! Not to mention that pesky Tong Le, who was no longer her rival!
The more Lan Qingqing thought about it, the more immersed she became in her fantasies. It seemed that perfection was waiting just ahead of her. No matter how dire her current situation was, she believed that one day, she would obtain everything she desired!
At two in the afternoon, Lan Qingqing, as usual, picked up a bowl of rib soup from the Fly Restaurant, carefully packed in the best thermal container. She even stirred it with someone else's used chopsticks to give it a unique flavor.
Carrying the thermal bag, Lan Qingqing arrived at Tongshan Real Estate Company. Tong Le led her to the conference room.
While serving soup and meat to Tong Le, Lan Qingqing asked, "Have you talked to Ke Wenjie? What did he say? Do you have any evidence of his affair with Amy?"
Tong Le's expression turned bitter as she shook her head. "He denies it. I don't have any evidence, so I can't say much."
After a moment of thought, Lan Qingqing replied, "Just stay here and eat. I simmered this rib soup for over an hour. You can rest here and don’t go anywhere while I talk to Ke Wenjie."
As Lan Qingqing left the conference room, Tong Le's expression faded away.
Tong Le stared at the bowl of soup on the table. As expected, twenty minutes ago, a private investigator had sent news that Lan Qingqing was still picking up food from the Fly Restaurant and had stirred it with someone else's used chopsticks.
Tong Le took out her phone and opened the company's WeChat group. She messaged Amy: "Can you come to the conference room? I have some questions for you."
No one in the employee group dared to respond; they all sensed something unusual. Amy could only reply with a simple "Okay."
In the conference room, Tong Le and Amy sat facing each other with the bowl of rib soup placed right between them. Amy exuded confidence, creating an unspoken sense of pressure as if facing a formidable opponent.
Amy tilted her head back slightly and looked down at Tong Le with an air of superiority. "What do you want? If it's not work-related, I'm leaving. I'm busy."
Tong Le smiled gently and served Amy a bowl of hot soup, placing the best piece of meat into her bowl. "Don't be nervous; have some soup. This is made by my best friend; it's nutritious."
Amy sized up Tong Le with disdain. "What am I nervous about? It's strange that you called me to the conference room just to offer me soup. Are we close?"
Tong Le remained unfazed as she glanced at Amy's low-cut top that barely contained her ample bosom; it looked like it could spill out at any moment. The tight-fitting skirt seemed ready to burst if she sat down.
Tong Le remarked, "In this entire company, your style is the most peculiar. Although there are no explicit dress codes from Si Li advocating for attire freedom, you don't need to come to work dressed in fishnet stockings as if you're auditioning for a film."
Amy was taken aback; she had thought Tong Le was an easy target but did not expect such a direct hit.
With a cold laugh, Amy retorted, "Who do you think you are? Just because you're Ke Zong's wife? In this company, I only listen to Ke Zong; who do you think you are?"
Tong Le reminded her calmly, "The company’s surname is Tong, not Ke."
Amy scoffed back, "Honestly, it's not like I'm saying anything wrong. You’ve only been here two days and already want to set rules for me? Why don’t you set rules for others? Just because I dress sexy and look better than you means you're targeting me everywhere? Besides, are you even a high-level executive? You're just a low-level employee! Everyone knows that Tong Company relies solely on Ke Zong!"
Amy began to play with her fingernails, completely disregarding Tong Le.
Tong Le showed no signs of agitation; her purpose for meeting Amy today was singular. She was not there to demand that Amy stay away from Ke Wenjie. Instead, she aimed to establish her authority by leveraging a well-known piece of gossip within the company. Upon returning to the office, her goal was to reclaim control, and the first step was to assert her credibility, ensuring that the employees would not dare look down on her.
Amy was the target she had chosen. Everyone in the company knew about Amy's affair with Ke Wenjie, making her the perfect leverage for Tong Le.
As Amy began to show signs of impatience, Tong Le spoke directly, "So, you and Ke Wenjie are sleeping together?"
Amy lifted her head, her eyes betraying no fear or guilt. It was as if the very fact that she had been with Ke Wenjie gave her the confidence to confront Tong Le, whom she regarded as nothing more than a discarded wife.
Instead of responding immediately, Amy merely smirked.
Tong Le continued, "If you don’t answer, I’ll take it as a confirmation."
With a scoff, Amy replied, "Madam, some things you insist on clarifying will only bring you pain."
She shrugged nonchalantly and added, "But let me make it clear: I do not confirm anything, nor will I answer your foolish question."
Tong Le stood up and walked around to Amy's side. She placed a hand on Amy's shoulder and spoke in a calm tone, "You dare to speak to me so openly; I assume Ke Wenjie has said quite a bit about me in public."
Amy laughed coldly. "I've heard a bit. A housewife who is listless at home and lacks the ability to support her family must rely on her son-in-law to regain her footing. Am I wrong?"
Tong Le nodded slightly; on the surface, it seemed that way.
At that moment, Amy lost her patience. Finding the conversation with Tong Le tedious, she stood up to leave. But just as she did, Tong Le forcefully pressed down on her shoulder, pinning her back into her seat.
Startled, Amy turned to glare at Tong Le, surprised by her strength and clearly aware that Tong Le was intent on confronting her.
"What do you think you're doing?" Amy snapped angrily.
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