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On the other side, in the prenatal class, Zhang Huizhi hung up the phone with Ke Wenjie, feeling frantic as if she were a spinning top. She wondered if her good intentions had backfired, causing her beloved son to become so angry.
She rushed to the glass classroom door and steeled herself to enter. Inside, it was quiet; the pregnant women were engaged in a meditation session. Zhang Huizhi took Tong Le's hand and led her out of the classroom.
In the hallway, Zhang Huizhi urged Tong Le to hurry and get dressed, saying that Ke Wenjie wanted her to go to that Zong Group right away.
Tong Le already anticipated this outcome. She feigned innocence and replied, "But I'm in class! Why would I go to some group? I was just meditating so well; I was almost asleep. It felt wonderful."
Zhang Huizhi, anxious, insisted, "Stop talking nonsense! Hurry up and get dressed and go to that Zong Group!"
Tong Le refused, "I’m not going. I want to go back to class." With that, she turned to head back into the classroom.
Zhang Huizhi gripped Tong Le's arm tightly and pleaded, "Please! Just go to that group! Go find Ke Wenjie for me!"
Tong Le provocatively asked, "Why should I go? Your son said I shouldn't go; he even removed my name from everything. I'm not going. I want to focus on my pregnancy and attend class."
As Tong Le continued walking forward, Zhang Huizhi suddenly dropped to the ground, clutching Tong Le's thigh and crying out desperately, "You have to go! Right now! I’m begging you as this old woman! Forget about this ridiculous prenatal class; you need to hurry over to Ke Wenjie! Please!"
Tong Le felt a sense of satisfaction; although she was only teasing Zhang Huizhi a little, it was enough fun for her.
She deliberately took her time changing clothes and drove slowly. By the time she arrived at Zong Group, an hour and a half had passed.
Once inside the building, she made her way upstairs and spotted Lan Qingqing running in circles in the Office Lobby, clearly a sight for sore eyes amidst the mundane office environment.
Wu Youyou sat on a small bench in the hallway, playing games while keeping an eye on Lan Qingqing.
Lan Qingqing ran until her legs felt weak and sweat drenched her back, completely out of breath. The next moment, she collapsed onto the floor.
Wu Youyou approached her and checked if she was still breathing. After confirming she was alive, she stood up and said casually, "Alright then, let’s call it a day. We’ll continue tomorrow."
After Wu Youyou left, Lan Qingqing struggled to get back up. Her makeup was smudged, and she didn’t even have the strength left to curse. Employees passing by whispered among themselves but no one dared intervene.
Tong Le walked over and pulled out a tissue from her bag, offering it to Lan Qingqing.
Thinking it was a kind gesture from a colleague, Lan Qingqing began to thank her but then realized it was Tong Le.
Feeling embarrassed, Lan Qingqing exclaimed, "Lele! What are you doing here?"
Tong Le replied with a smile, "I came to discuss a project. Are you working out?"
Lan Qingqing forced a smile and said, "It's just the company's assessment."
She reached out to pat Tong Le on the shoulder, but at that moment, Ke Wenjie rushed down the hallway. Spotting Tong Le lingering there, he strode over and snapped, "What are you still doing here chatting?"
Without even glancing at Lan Qingqing, Ke Wenjie grabbed Tong Le by the arm and pulled her away.
Lan Qingqing stood frozen in place, anger boiling inside her as she clenched her fists, hating the sight of Tong Le leaving.
In the office, Zong Zeyu sat behind his desk in a gray suit. Ke Wenjie and Jiang Zhichao stood to one side, while Tong Le stood behind Ke Wenjie.
Ke Wenjie politely said, "Zong Zong, our company’s Tong Le is here to give you a report."
Zong Zeyu looked up briefly and casually replied, "Let Tong Le stay; you two can leave."
Ke Wenjie tried to argue, "Zong Zong, I—"
"Do you not understand?" Zong Zeyu interrupted.
Ke Wenjie left the office with Jiang Zhichao, leaving only Zong Zeyu and Tong Le inside.
Tong Le opened her laptop to prepare for the project introduction, but Zong Zeyu stood up from his desk. He pulled out two bags of snacks from the drawer and placed them on the coffee table, then retrieved a Go board from the cabinet and set it in front of Tong Le.
Zong Zeyu sat down on the sofa and said, "Play a game with me."
Tong Le was puzzled. "Aren't we going to discuss the project?"
Zong Zeyu opened a snack bag and handed it to her. "I've already seen the project. I'm not illiterate; there's nothing to introduce. Are you free later? Let's have dinner together."
Tong Le felt a little happy; she knew Zong Zeyu was helping her. She accepted the snack bag and prepared to play a game with him.
Zong Zeyu remarked, "Did you see how I dealt with Ke Wenjie? I taught him a lesson for you."
He lifted his gaze to examine Tong Le's neck. "Hmm, it seems to be healing well."
Tong Le was taken aback; she didn’t remember mentioning that her neck injury was caused by Ke Wenjie.
Zong Zeyu asked, "How do you plan to thank me?"
Tong Le was confused. "Why are you helping me so much?"
Looking into her eyes, Zong Zeyu replied, "So, will you join me for dinner tonight?"
Tong Le had no reason to refuse; she didn’t want to turn him down. It seemed that having dinner with him would make her feel happy.
"Do you want to eat the meal I cooked myself? Let's go to Tian Ling's place," Tong Le said.
Zong Zeyu lowered his head and began to play chess, a slight smile on his face. It seemed I would need to buy a separate apartment soon.
"Ah?" Tong Le replied.
In the hallway, Ke Wenjie paced back and forth, worried that Tong Le might mess up this project. At that moment, his phone buzzed with a WeChat message from Lan Qingqing: "Come to the restroom upstairs."
Ke Wenjie turned to Jiang Zhichao and instructed, "Keep an eye on things here. Call me immediately if there’s any news!"
He went upstairs and found Lan Qingqing in the restroom.
Seeing Ke Wenjie arrive, Lan Qingqing rushed into his arms, her face filled with grievance. With a quivering voice, she said, "I really can't stand this company anymore! You didn't even care about me just now; look at how they've bullied me!"
Ke Wenjie's expression tightened as he furrowed his brows. He caught a whiff of the strong smell of sweat from Lan Qingqing's hair, which made him feel a wave of discomfort in his stomach.
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