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"Are you really treating Tong Le's child as your own?" Zhang Huizhi asked, her curiosity piqued.
Lan Qingqing nodded eagerly. "Of course! I absolutely adore children. I'm looking forward to Tong Le giving birth; I want to take care of the baby for a while myself."
Hearing this, Zhang Huizhi felt a rush of excitement. She had found a new avenue. Although Tong Le was carrying a child that belonged to the Ke family, it didn't matter. Once the baby was born, they could still get a divorce. After the divorce, Tong Le would never see her child again. Besides, Lan Qingqing was more than capable of raising a child. Perhaps she would even do a better job than Tong Le!
Zhang Huizhi looked at Lan Qingqing with eyes full of affection, growing fonder by the moment. "Lan Qingqing, dear, I really like you! If it weren't for Ke Wenjie getting married so early, I would have definitely tried to match you two together!"
Lan Qingqing blushed and shyly replied, "Auntie, what are you saying? Please don't say that!"
Later that night, outside a supermarket, Tong Le, wearing a mask, stealthily got into Zong Zeyu's car. She looked as if she had just stolen something from the store, her demeanor betraying her guilt.
Zong Zeyu suppressed a laugh, the corners of his mouth lifting involuntarily.
Once inside the car, Tong Le leaned against the window, glancing around nervously to ensure no one recognized her.
"This place is only two miles from your office. Who do you think will see you?" Zong Zeyu asked.
Tong Le removed her mask and replied, "Let's stop by the supermarket first to buy some gifts for your mother. Last time I came empty-handed; it would be rude to do so again."
Zong Zeyu gestured toward the trunk of the car. "It's all prepared for you back there."
Tong Le leaned over to peek into the trunk and was taken aback by the sight—boxes upon boxes of gifts that made it look like they were preparing for a major business deal with Wen Cuizhi!
Feeling embarrassed, she said, "I'm just going over for a simple dinner. Do we really need such extravagant gifts?"
Zong Zeyu shrugged. "It's not like you're buying them. Why worry? I'm just paving the way for you."
Tong Le frowned in confusion. "Paving what way?"
Zong Zeyu almost mentioned that he was setting her up for a future as a wealthy daughter-in-law but decided against it; it wasn't the right time yet.
"Just paving the asphalt road," he said casually instead.
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