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Tong Le had a rough idea that Lan Qingqing's drastic change in style was either for a man or for money; otherwise, no one could make her go to such lengths. If it was for a man, it could only be someone wealthier than Ke Wenjie. Tong Le couldn't help but wonder if Lan Qingqing had found a new target and lost interest in Ke Wenjie.
The two of them wandered into a bookstore, and Tong Le asked curiously, "Lan Qingqing, have you gotten a boyfriend? Why are you suddenly into linen coats and even poetry?"
Lan Qingqing covered her mouth and chuckled, not about to reveal the truth. "No way! I don't even have a suitor. I'm just looking to change my lifestyle."
As she browsed through the rows of books on display, she realized she couldn't make sense of the flashy titles and descriptions. All she knew was that Zong Jin's late ex-wife had loved reading such superficial poetry and even enjoyed folk songs.
She had just changed her hairstyle and bought new clothes, all chosen to mimic Wu Yutong's style. She wanted to clone herself into a second Wu Yutong.
Lan Qingqing had gathered a lot of information about Wu Yutong. Although the details were limited, she understood one thing: Zong Jin, who was usually conservative and traditional, had loved Wu Yutong wholeheartedly. Even after Wu Yutong's passing, he still couldn't escape the shadow of her death.
Lan Qingqing thought Zong Jin was incredibly handsome—devoted and infatuated. More importantly, he was wealthy and held an unshakeable social status. She felt she had to take a bold chance; what if she could win him over?
While lost in her fantasies, she completely missed the call coming in on her phone.
Tong Le nudged her shoulder and reminded her, "You have a call, Lan Qingqing."
She quickly pulled out her phone and saw it was Wu Youyou's number. Her expression soured instantly. "Ugh! Why is she calling me on a Saturday? Can't she just leave me alone?"
Despite her harsh thoughts, Lan Qingqing answered the call with a submissive tone. "Wu Youyou, what do you need?"
On the other end, Wu Youyou wasted no time. "What do you think? I wouldn't be calling if I didn't need something! Come to the office in an hour for overtime!"
After hanging up, Lan Qingqing was fuming with anger. Just as she was about to curse again, she suddenly remembered that Wu Youyou was friends with Tong Le and decided not to go too far.
With a forced smile, she said, "Lele, I just said some bad things about Wu Youyou; don’t take it to heart! I was just venting a little. Who calls people into the office on a Saturday? It's so frustrating!"
Tong Le reassured her, "Don't worry; I won't say anything."
Curious, Lan Qingqing asked, "How do you know Wu Youyou? I've never heard you mention it before. Since you're friends with her, do you know Zong Jin too? The other day at the office, I even saw Dazong Zong smile at you!"
Tong Le quickly clarified, "Nope! I only know Wu Youyou; I'm not familiar with Dazong Zong."
Lan Qingqing felt a bit disappointed. "I thought you might know Zong Jin well too. Alright then, let’s head back; I need to get to the office."
Later that night.
Tong Le arrived punctually for their appointment and got into Zong Zeyu's car.
Inside the business vehicle, the driver was at the wheel while Zong Jin sat in the passenger seat. Tong Le and Zong Zeyu were seated together in the back.
Feeling slightly nervous, Tong Le wondered why they were suddenly headed to Dao Wen Bar. Were they planning to drink tonight?
Zong Zeyu turned his head to look at Tong Le, teasingly asking, "What’s wrong? Afraid that if we drink too much, you won’t be able to go home?"
Tong Le straightened her back. Although she had nothing to fear, she still felt a bit guilty. "If you all drink too much, that’s on you. I’ll just leave you by the roadside; I’m going home."
Zong Zeyu chuckled. "You should call Tian Ling too. I just notified Fan Qinghua that I’ve arranged an extra car to take everyone home after the event ends."
In Tong Le's impression, she always thought Zong Zeyu was quite self-centered, but after getting to know him better, she realized he was actually very considerate. Especially during the incident with Ri Hua Hai, her perception of him changed significantly.
Suddenly, an impulse surged in her mind; she wanted to say something to Zong Zeyu.
Tong Le spoke up, "How well can you hold your liquor? There are many beautiful girls at Dao Wen Bar. I think you and Zong Jin might get a lot of toasts from them tonight."
Zong Zeyu replied nonchalantly, "Not that great. Are you going to help me fend off drinks?"
Taking a deep breath and steeling herself, Tong Le declared, "Sure! I’ll help you fend off drinks!"
Zong Zeyu immediately recalled their previous encounter at Seaside Hotel when both of them had drunk too much. Of course, he could hold his liquor much better than Tong Le. That night, he had kissed her, but she thought it was her own impulsive move.
Zong Zeyu teased, "So if you drink too much, are you going to kiss me again?"
In an instant, Tong Le's face turned beet red. She instinctively reached out to cover Zong Zeyu's mouth, but it was too late; Zong Jin in the passenger seat had heard everything.
Zong Jin cleared his throat twice, and Tong Le felt utterly embarrassed. She didn’t know whether to explain or stay silent.
Unexpectedly, Zong Zeyu added fuel to the fire with a little lesson for Tong Le. "Let’s just say that last time was due to your drunkenness. But remember, you are a married woman."
Tong Le felt ashamed and turned away. If it weren’t for the risk of jumping out of the car and getting hurt, she would have already leaped out!
Upon arriving at Dao Wen Bar, people began to fill the venue.
Dao Wen wore a tight black dress that accentuated her curves. Her wavy long hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her delicate features and phoenix-like eyes were mesmerizing under the bar's enchanting lights.
Tong Le sat in a booth, unable to take her eyes off Dao Wen as she toasted and greeted friends nearby.
Holding a glass of pineapple juice, Tong Le murmured, "Sister Wen is so beautiful; she was born for this glamorous life."
Zong Zeyu wasn’t particularly interested in girls dressed like that. No matter how alluring the women around him were, his attention was unconsciously drawn to Tong Le.
Turning to Zong Zeyu, Tong Le said excitedly, "Dao Wen is stunning, right? I think she should marry into a wealthy family and navigate through all the intrigues there to carve out her own path!"
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