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Ke Jie pushed Lan Qingqing away, a look of disgust on his face.
Lan Qingqing lowered her head and sniffed her own scent, only to realize how pungent the smell of sweat was. It was all that damned Wu Youyou's fault!
She walked over to the sink, touching up her makeup as she spoke. "I can't stay in this company any longer. That Wu Youyou is targeting me everywhere; I can't work properly at all!"
While washing his hands, Ke Jie replied, "You need to stay with Zong; you can't leave."
"Why not?" Lan Qingqing asked, puzzled. "Don't you care about me? I don't care; you need to help me find a better company with a higher salary!"
Ke Jie said, "I heard that Zong's eldest son, Zong Jin, has returned to the country and brought back several overseas projects. I've also heard that Zong Jin intends to relocate the overseas factories back home. If this news is true, I hope you can assist me in securing the domestic factory construction project. If we can land one or two projects, the profits will be far more substantial than what Tong Le could negotiate."
Upon hearing that the project could be more lucrative than what Tong Le was working on, Lan Qingqing felt a surge of competitive spirit. "Really? If I help you secure the domestic factory construction cooperation, will you divorce Tong Le and marry me?"
Ke Jie replied, "Of course. If we really manage to negotiate this, what worries would we have left? If you can help me so much, why would I still need Tong Le?"
He chuckled coldly. "At that time, let Tong Le leave with nothing while you take your place as my woman."
Lan Qingqing's eyes sparkled with excitement. Back in school, Tong Le always shone brightly; whenever they attended events together, all eyes would be on Tong Le.
But now it was different. After graduation, she had relied on Ke Jie to make a leap in social status. She was busy with Medical Aesthetics, undergoing cosmetic procedures, striving to become a Grand Master, and fighting for various benefits for herself.
As for Tong Le? Her life had taken a nosedive; she was busy caring for her critically ill father in the hospital and managing her family while aging rapidly.
Lan Qingqing felt confident that her life would only get better—she would surpass Tong Le by a thousand times.
"I promise," she said. "You promised me that if I help you secure the factory construction project, you'll divorce Tong Le and marry me."
Ke Jie nodded. "Yes, I promise you."
An hour later.
Zong Zeyu walked out of the office, where Ke Jie and Jiang Zhichao had been waiting for over an hour.
Ke Jie greeted him with a smile, his entire body tense with anticipation.
Tong Le followed closely behind Zong Zeyu as he spoke. "Originally, this project was intended for Huashen Company, but Miss Tong came up with an innovative proposal and ideas that I found very appealing. Once this project is finalized, I'll need Miss Tong to put in extra effort."
Zong Zeyu's official pleasantries came one after another. Tong Le felt a thrill inside; during the hour they spent in the office, she and Zong Zeyu had mostly played chess and snacked together, discussing work-related matters in less than ten words.
When it came to improvisation skills, she had to admit defeat to Zong Zeyu!
Hearing that the project was secured made Ke Jie ecstatic. However, he also understood that moving forward, he would have to treat Tong Le like a treasure; the survival of this project depended entirely on her support.
After Tong Le and Ke Jie left, Zong Zeyu returned to his office.
He took out his phone and sent a message to Fan Qinghua, asking him to accompany him to Tong Le's friend's house for dinner that evening, and to drive his car.
Fan Qinghua replied, "Why should I go? Am I supposed to be your personal driver? I don’t want to be a third wheel."
Zong Zeyu responded, "Tong Le invited you. She and Tian Ling want to express their gratitude for your help."
Fan Qinghua replied, "I’m busy. I’m not going."
Zong Zeyu insisted, "Tong Le is Wen's best friend."
After a moment, Fan Qinghua asked, "What time are we meeting?"
"Six o'clock tonight," Zong Zeyu answered.
At six in the evening, Zong Zeyu had loaded the car with a full load of items while Fan Qinghua drove them to Tian Ling's house. As the wealthy son of a prominent family, Fan Qinghua was burdened with various bags hanging from his left hand and even around his neck, filled with food and drinks.
When they entered the house, there was a cacophony of sounds coming from the kitchen. Tong Le had arrived half an hour early and was already busy preparing food.
As Zong Zeyu and Fan Qinghua walked in, Tian Ling suddenly became socially anxious. She stumbled over her words while greeting them and hurriedly tried to take the bags from Fan Qinghua. In the chaos, they ended up pulling him down to the floor.
With a thud, Fan Qinghua knelt on the carpet at the entrance while Tian Ling clutched one of the bags around his neck. Both of them felt awkward in that moment.
Zong Zeyu ignored their embarrassment and walked into the kitchen, where a fire was crackling as food cooked, and the range hood was humming loudly.
Standing behind Tong Le, who wore a pink apron with her long hair tied up in a simple bun secured with a brown chopstick, Zong Zeyu felt a surge of emotions. For a brief moment, he was overwhelmed by an impulse to gently embrace Tong Le from behind. He momentarily imagined that they were back in their little home together.
As that thought crossed his mind, he quickly took a deep breath, realizing he was losing control. After holding back for so long, he found it increasingly difficult to restrain himself now.
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