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Tong Le spoke with grand ambitions, as if she had already envisioned a three-million-word epic in her mind.
Zong Zeyu replied casually, "And what about you? If you were to step into a wealthy family, how many words could you write?"
Tong Le mimicked a gesture, running her hand across her neck and making a choking expression. "I’d be killed off by scumbags right from the start, and then I’d be reborn!"
Zong Zeyu laughed, accurately stating, "You’re suited for those stories where one gives birth to ten babies."
Surprised, Tong Le asked, "You read CEO novels too?"
Zong Zeyu nodded thoughtfully. Back in college, one of his daily routines was to browse Tong Le's social media accounts to see what new updates she had. There was a time when Tong Le was engrossed in online novels. Although he had no interest in them, he forced himself to read through a million words of one just to understand her better, nearly questioning his own life choices in the process. He had even seriously considered whether Tong Le's body could handle having ten babies.
Zong Zeyu glanced over at Zong Jin and then gestured towards Tong Le, indicating her brother.
Turning around, Tong Le saw Zong Jin sitting quietly with a glass in hand, his gaze fixed intently on Wen not far away, seemingly lost in thought.
Raising an eyebrow slightly, Tong Le felt that there might be something brewing between the two.
Before long, Tian Ling and Fan Qinghua arrived at the bar, and the atmosphere grew even livelier.
Checking the time, Tong Le turned to Zong Jin and asked curiously, "Where’s Wu Youyou? She can’t miss this kind of occasion."
Zong Jin's expression suggested he had shaken off a major hassle as he replied lightly, "Wu Youyou is being kept at home by my mother."
He continued scanning the crowd for Wen’s figure but couldn’t spot her anywhere.
Tong Le explained, "Wen's friend came to support her; they probably ordered several thousand dollars' worth of drinks. She must have gone over to keep them company."
Zong Jin sat quietly in his seat, drinking silently.
On the other side, Zong Zeyu observed without saying anything. It had been years since he had seen his brother show such interest in a woman. Previously, their mother had pushed Zong Jin into blind dates or relationships, all of which he had rejected. The women he met were merely fleeting encounters; this time felt entirely different—Zong Jin seemed to be developing some secret thoughts.
Tian Ling, who rarely attended such events, was enjoying a fruit platter and desserts while discussing sweet wines with Fan Qinghua. He had brought various types of drinks from the bar and began mixing them himself.
With each drink he prepared, Fan Qinghua would let Tian Ling taste it. Naturally, she was delighted; throughout her life, few men had made her feel comfortable. She regarded Fan Qinghua as her first male confidant—especially in such an alluring setting—she found herself stealing glances at his focused profile and feeling something different stir within her.
As Tian Ling savored the soda beer Fan Qinghua concocted, he eagerly asked, "Isn’t it delicious?"
Tian Ling nodded vigorously. "Yes! The lime flavor is really good!"
Fan Qinghua immediately set about mixing another drink. He stood up and searched through the crowd for Wen’s figure before heading off with his glass in hand to find her.
At that moment, Tian Ling realized she was merely Fan Qinghua's little mouse; his purpose for mixing drinks was to impress Wen—not for her sake at all.
Zong Zeyu watched as Fan Qinghua approached Wen, while his brother Zong Jin remained seated like a statue.
Zong Zeyu stood up and walked over to Zong Jin, reminding him, "Aren't you going to greet Wen? You came here today to thank her for pretending to be your girlfriend last time, didn't you?"
Zong Jin continued to sit still, perhaps too accustomed to his masculine pride to initiate a greeting.
Zong Zeyu shook his head in exasperation. He turned his gaze towards his friend Tong Le, who was munching on pineapple slices while watching the muscular men dance in the center of the room, clearly captivated by their impressive physiques.
Frowning slightly with a hint of jealousy, Zong Zeyu returned to Tong Le's side, raising his glass and placing it in front of her. "Is he really that good-looking? You're practically drooling."
Tong Le chuckled, clearly amused. "You just don't understand the struggles of married women."
Zong Zeyu's expression stiffened. While he didn't grasp the difficulties faced by married women, Tong Le, as one of them, certainly couldn't comprehend his own plight of waiting for Seven Years like a stone longing for its beloved.
Not wanting to cover Tong Le's eyes, he quickly devised a not-so-brilliant plan. Leaning back in the booth and crossing his legs, he said seriously, "Why don't you repeat your project proposal to me? I can't quite remember it."
Tong Le turned around, thinking she must have misheard him. Reporting work here?
"Of course," Zong Zeyu replied matter-of-factly. "Otherwise, should we do it at my place? If you want to report at my house, I can take you there right now."
Tong Le could no longer smile; even the sight of the handsome muscular man couldn't lift her spirits now. She took a deep breath and steeled herself. "Alright, let's report now."
At that moment, the crowd erupted into cheers as sexy waitresses appeared, carrying bottles of expensive drinks in a line towards Zong Jin and Zong Zeyu's booth. Fireworks and confetti burst forth, drawing everyone's attention.
Even Wen, standing not far away, was captivated by the spectacle.
It turned out that Zong Jin had instructed the bar staff to purchase drinks worth a hundred thousand yuan on-site. The proud yet awkward Zong Jin attempted to attract Wen's attention in this grand manner.
And indeed, he succeeded.
The crowd gathered around Zong Jin's booth to celebrate, while his gaze was fixed intently on Wen not far away, as if issuing a command or declaring some form of ownership.
Wen stood there holding a champagne glass, her alluring figure leaning against the booth's bar. She looked over at Zong Jin with interest before making her way toward him.
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