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Ke Wenjie briefly glanced over the document, finding no issues. He looked up at Tong Le, perhaps because she had put on makeup, or maybe it was the beautiful dress she wore, or perhaps it was simply the glow she radiated in the workplace.
A wave of emotions stirred within him as he gazed at Tong Le's familiar face, one he thought he had grown tired of. In just a few seconds, he felt a rush of the initial impulse he once had. After seven years, he had long lost his passion for her, but since Tong Le returned to work, he sensed an indescribable change in her. She seemed to have become more charming, exuding an allure that came from both within and without.
Unknowingly, Ke Wenjie became lost in thought.
Tong Le tilted her head and reminded him, "What are you thinking about? Have you finished reviewing? If there are no issues, we should start forming the team now. We need to begin budgeting and contacting previous partners."
Suddenly, Ke Wenjie opened his arms wide and exclaimed, "Aren't we going to celebrate? This is your first project!"
Tong Le was taken aback; she thought Ke Wenjie was being ridiculous. They were already a couple devoid of feelings for each other, and yet he was acting like this. Of course, she would not embrace him; she even felt disgusted at the thought of sharing the same air with him!
At that moment, the image of Zong Zeyu's handsome face flashed briefly in her mind, along with the memory of the kiss he had unexpectedly given her just hours earlier. A wave of panic washed over her as she realized that she had mentally strayed.
However, it wasn't a big deal; after all, when it came to infidelity and betrayal, her husband Ke Wenjie was a master at it!
Tong Le declined politely, saying, "We're old married folks now; there's no need for this. We're at work; we need to maintain our image."
Ke Wenjie awkwardly withdrew his arms and accepted her words.
But he did not give up easily. He sweet-talked her, "Let's head home early tonight; I want to eat your cooking. Then we can get some rest."
Tong Le could tell that Ke Wenjie was gearing up for something more intimate. She sensed a strong signal of his desire; she knew him well enough to understand that when he mentioned getting some rest, it meant he was feeling frisky.
He acted like a gentleman while being nothing more than a beast at heart, always trying to present himself as refined and cultured while being indirect and convoluted in his words.
Tong Le felt nauseated; her stomach churned violently. She pretended to gag and bent over the trash can as if about to vomit.
Of course, it was all an act.
Ke Wenjie panicked and asked nervously, "Is your morning sickness this severe? Should we see a doctor?"
Holding onto the trash can, Tong Le waved her hand dismissively. "It's nothing serious; it's just a little reaction. The doctor said that during early pregnancy, symptoms can be stronger. I should avoid cooking or smelling any greasy food—and definitely no marital activities."
She looked up at him innocently and said, "Honey, just bear with me for a while."
Ke Wenjie felt helpless. Inside, he was extremely displeased but had no choice; for the sake of their child, he could only comply.
After all, he could always find Lan Qingqing to satisfy his physical needs; he had been doing so for years.
However, when it came to intimacy with Tong Le, he couldn't recall how long it had been since they were close. According to Tong Le's words, their last intimate moment occurred after he got drunk—but he had no memory of it. The last time before that seemed like many years ago; it had completely slipped from his mind.
Over the years, since he started college, his body had been completely occupied by Lan Qingqing, who seemed determined to drain him dry, leaving him no opportunity or desire to touch Tong Le. Looking back now, he felt he had been at a loss; he was almost tired of Lan Qingqing, while he had hardly ever been with his beautiful wife.
Ke Wenjie watched Tong Le's increasingly delicate and lovely face, and in a moment of distraction, he found himself harboring thoughts of wanting to spend a stable life with her. After all, Tong Le was simple and easy to deceive; even if he had many women outside, she would never notice.
As for Lan Qingqing, he thought it might be time to cut ties with her.
At that moment, Ke Wenjie received a WeChat message on his phone. Turning away from Tong Le, he glanced at the message—it was from Lan Qingqing. "I'm at the hospital now. You must come pick me up tonight!"
Ke Wenjie turned off his phone screen and faced Tong Le. "I have to meet a client tonight," he said. "You’ll have to go home by yourself. You've not been feeling well lately, so don’t keep running over to Tian Ling’s place, alright?"
Tong Le nodded in response.
Ke Wenjie looked at the dress Tong Le was wearing and asked, "When did you buy that? I don’t remember it."
Tong Le casually replied, "It’s Tian Ling’s. She wasn’t wearing it anymore, so I picked it up."
Ke Wenjie smiled in satisfaction. "Hmm, it looks good. Second-hand clothes are no worse than new ones; you look beautiful in it."
At seven-thirty in the evening, Ke Wenjie drove to the hospital to pick up Lan Qingqing. As soon as she got into the car, he feigned concern and asked, "What brought you to the hospital all of a sudden? Are you feeling unwell?"
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