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Wen asked again, "Why don't you just confess? Are you afraid of being rejected?"
Zong Zeyu remained silent. His silence was a tacit acknowledgment; he was indeed afraid of failure. After seven years of unrequited love, the sudden opportunity to express his feelings made him timid. If he didn't confess, he could continue to stay by her side as a friend. But if he failed, all those seven years would turn to dust.
Wen seemed to understand. "I think I know what you're afraid of. However, from my intuition, she will ultimately belong to you, as long as nothing unexpected happens."
Zong Zeyu was slightly curious. "What kind of unexpected event are you talking about?"
Wen smiled but didn't respond immediately. She recalled something and said, "Oh, Tong Le told me in the car earlier that she urgently needs ten million in cash. Ke Wenjie wants to sell the house she currently lives in and turn it into marital property. She wants to buy her own house under a third party's name."
Zong Zeyu frowned. "Isn't she afraid that Ke Wenjie will pocket that ten million?"
Wen replied, "She said she would find a way to transfer the money. I asked her how confident she was, but she didn't say."
Zong Zeyu contemplated for a moment. "You want me to help her with that ten million."
Wen confirmed, "Exactly, if you're willing. But this isn't something I want to force on you. I want to help Tong Le, but with my current capabilities, I really can't do much. I still have a pile of financial issues to deal with myself, which I haven't mentioned to Tong Le."
Zong Zeyu replied decisively, "Money is not an issue. Just have it in your name and buy that house; I'll cover the ten million."
Wen responded cheerfully, "Thank you! I will make sure Tong Le pays you back as soon as possible."
Zong Zeyu said, "You don't need to worry about repayment. As long as she's willing, everything I have belongs to her."
Wen looked at Zong Zeyu's profile and raised an eyebrow teasingly. "Do all men like to boast like this? Always saying everything they have is yours, but when it comes time to actually pay up, they can't even pull out five thousand."
Zong Zeyu immediately became serious. "I can transfer the ten million to you right now!"
Wen hurriedly waved her hand. "No, no! I was just joking! Most men I know are generous with their words but empty in their pockets."
Zong Zeyu suddenly remembered something. "By the way, my brother sent you a message. Why haven't you replied?"
Wen blinked, seemingly unaware of this matter. She took out her phone and opened WeChat, only to find countless chat windows displaying red notification icons. Not only had she ignored Zong Jin's messages, but she hadn't looked at anyone else's either; she only selectively checked messages.
Seeing Wen's phone screen, Zong Zeyu awkwardly twitched his lips but wasn't surprised.
He suggested, "How about we go to your bar tonight? Bring my brother along."
Wen nodded enthusiastically. "Sure! My treat."
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