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At that moment, Zong Jin sat down beside Zong Zeyu and instinctively pulled out a cigarette case.
Zong Zeyu remarked, "Haven't you quit smoking for a while?"
Zong Jin lowered his head, lit a cigarette, and smiled meaningfully. Zong Zeyu also lit one, and the two tall, handsome men sat in the booth, smoke swirling between their long fingers. Zong Zeyu gazed at Tong Le on the dance floor while Zong Jin looked towards Wen, who was chatting and laughing with her friends.
The two brothers said nothing, but both were thinking about the same thing—something related to love.
Twenty minutes later, Tian Ling pulled Tong Le back to the booth.
Zong Zeyu looked at Tong Le's slightly flushed face and asked with concern, "Have you been drinking?"
A tipsy Tian Ling shouted at Zong Zeyu, "I only had a little! A handsome guy toasted to Tong Le! How exciting!"
Tian Ling scanned the room for Fan Qinghua's figure. When she spotted him, she exclaimed excitedly, "I just danced with a guy! Am I awesome? I'm not as timid as I used to be!"
Fan Qinghua gave Tian Ling a thumbs-up and encouraged her, "Great job, girl!"
With a flushed face, Tian Ling smiled at Fan Qinghua. Although the alcohol was affecting her, in that moment, under the mesmerizing lights, she looked at Fan Qinghua's delicate and fair face, igniting a flame deep within her heart.
However, Fan Qinghua wasn't as happy. He took out his phone several times and opened the WeChat chat interface with Wen. Encouraged by the alcohol, he sent another message: "I like you. Give me a chance, okay?"
Wen replied: .
This was already countless times that Fan Qinghua had been rejected by Wen Yan. He threw his head back and cried out before picking up his drink and pouring it down his throat.
Zong Zeyu watched as Fan Qinghua began to lose control; he could easily guess that Fan Qinghua had been rejected by Wen again. In this love battlefield, everyone was suffering their own bitter fruits.
Beside him, Tong Le squinted her eyes and giggled foolishly. She leaned against Zong Zeyu's shoulder and murmured, "I'm so happy to know you, Young Master Zong."
Zong Zeyu tilted his head slightly and asked, "Young Master Zong? Didn't you say you would call me Super Dazong?"
Tong Le slowly closed her eyes and spoke with a sorrowful tone, "Tonight I've had some drinks and can't go home. Let me think of a lie to trick that big liar Ke Wenjie."
Meanwhile, at Lan Qingqing's home...
In the bedroom, Lan Qingqing had just finished an intimate moment with Ke Wenjie. She nestled in his arms and complained about her troubles. "I was tormented by Wu Youyou again today. Brother, help me think of a way to avoid being controlled by Wu Youyou!"
Ke Wenjie took a moment to calm down while smoking. At that moment, he received a WeChat message from Tong Le: "I won't be going back tonight; Tian Ling drank too much again. I'm staying with her."
Ke Wenjie frowned slightly as he looked at the phone screen with some dissatisfaction. "What's going on with Tian Ling lately? She keeps getting drunk for no reason."
Lan Qingqing took the phone and glanced at the message before confidently stating, "Tong Le must be cheating; Tian Ling is just her cover! But you never believe what I say! I'm a woman; I understand women best!"
"This is nothing but a far-fetched tale," Ke Wenjie exclaimed. "How could Tong Le cheat when she’s pregnant? The last time you had me recklessly go to Tian Ling's house looking for her was already unreasonable enough, and what did we find? Nothing at all."
Lan Qingqing sat up. "Did you even search inside the house? You didn’t check, so how can you be sure there’s no one hiding there?"
Ke Wenjie retorted, "Do you really think Tong Le would choose to have an affair at Tian Ling's place? How boring would Tian Ling have to be to entertain them?"
He got out of bed and started putting on his clothes. "I know you're jealous of Tong Le, but she wouldn’t cheat. I've known her for seven years; I have enough faith in her."
Lan Qingqing rolled her eyes. "Tong Le isn't coming home tonight. What are you going back for? You might as well stay here."
Ke Wenjie finished putting on his pants, grabbed his jacket, and replied, "I’m going home. My mom is still waiting for me."
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