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With a hint of concern, Wu Youyou spoke candidly, "Tong Le Jie, Dao Wen really doesn’t have any other thoughts about my brother-in-law, right? I mean, just the kind of thoughts that can arise between a man and a woman. After all, my brother-in-law is quite exceptional, so it's only natural for a woman to develop feelings. But I really hope she doesn't entertain any ulterior motives or schemes; that would be truly annoying. I heard yesterday that my brother-in-law helped Dao Wen pay off her debts, and it really bothered me."
Tong Le couldn't answer such an uncertain question, but she could sense one thing clearly: Wu Youyou's feelings for Zong Jin had crossed a line. She could only express what she knew: Dao Wen had just come to the company to repay her debts; she didn’t like owing others anything, and her character was quite commendable.
Wu Youyou sighed, "Well, let's hope for the best."
At that moment, an employee rushed past them.
Wu Youyou impatiently exclaimed, "What’s the rush? You almost bumped into someone!"
The employee replied breathlessly, "Lan Qingqing fainted in the break room! Dazong Zong... I don’t know what happened, but Dazong Zong hit her!"
Wu Youyou instinctively exchanged glances with Tong Le, and anger surged within her. "Lan Qingqing! What on earth is she up to now?"
Meanwhile, at a five-star hotel...
Sun Hu, battered and bruised, carried two large burlap sacks as he made his way to the presidential suite on the top floor. Standing straight at the door of the suite, his face swollen and bruised, he took a deep breath several times as if preparing for battle.
He pressed the doorbell gently and tensed up completely. Soon after, a voice came from inside.
Sun Hu entered cautiously and made his way into the suite's private area. In front of the large floor-to-ceiling windows stood a man dressed in a loose gray hoodie and athletic wear. The hoodie hung loosely on him; he wore the hood pulled down over his forehead, and his broad back suggested a tall and sturdy figure.
To one side, the pristine white bed was slightly disheveled with women's lingerie scattered across it—evidence that a tender yet intense storm had recently passed through this room.
Sun Hu didn’t care whether there were other women in this suite; after all, Hou Yi was never short of female company—he changed faces every couple of days.
Sun Hu dropped to his knees on the carpet and began to lament, "President Hou! I've been bullied! I can't show my face in this circle anymore!"
Hou Yi turned around; the hood of his sweatshirt obscured his eyebrows and eyes but revealed a prominent scar at the corner of his eye. Even so, it couldn’t hide his cold yet refined features.
Playing with a small dagger in his hand, Hou Yi said coolly, "Who did this to you?"
Sun Hu hurriedly replied, "It was Zong Jin from Zong Group!"
Then he quickly shook his head. "No wait! Zong Jin was just pretending! The one who hit me was his brother Zong Zeyu! President Hou, you have to help me!"
Hou Yi took two steps closer to Sun Hu. He crouched down and pressed the dagger against Sun Hu's throat with a sinister smile. "What do you want me to do for you?"
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