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Zhang Huizhi took a moment to process the information and asked Ke Wenjie, "Lan Qingqing is pregnant? The one who often comes to our house?"
Ke Wenjie nodded listlessly, "Yeah, I went back to my room to rest."
Zhang Huizhi slowly sank into the sofa, feeling increasingly disheartened and angry. Just a few days ago, she had thought highly of Lan Qingqing as her future daughter-in-law, and now, Lan Qingqing was pregnant with someone else's child! It made her sick with rage! How could such a good girl as Lan Qingqing let someone else get ahead of her? Was she destined to spend her life looking at Tong Le's lifeless face? Not only would she have to face Tong Le day in and day out, but she would also have to take care of the child in Tong Le's belly!
The thought made Zhang Huizhi's head spin; she wished she could strangle Tong Le's child in the womb!
Leaning back into the sofa, she sighed heavily, "Oh dear..."
In the bathroom, Tong Le heard Zhang Huizhi's quiet lament and couldn't help but chuckle. She had guessed that Zhang Huizhi must have taken a liking to Lan Qingqing.
At that moment, Tong Le received a WeChat message from Zong Zeyu: "Injured your arm? How did that happen? Have you taken care of it? Tomorrow you should go to the new apartment; I'll have Fan Qinghua come over to check on you. Don't let it get infected or leave a scar."
While brushing her teeth, Tong Le replied, "Thanks for your concern. I'm fine; I just accidentally got hurt while saving someone."
She glanced at her empty right wrist and realized she had also accidentally lost the Red Woven Bracelet that Tong Le had given her, which saddened her the most.
Tong Le sent another message: "Tomorrow morning, I'm going to discuss cooperation with Hou Family Yi Sheng Architecture. I'll pull out the price list then. When are you coming back?"
Zong Zeyu replied: "Whenever you miss me, I'll come back. If you want me now, I can return right away."
Tong Le froze for a moment, the electric toothbrush vibrating in her mouth as she processed his words, making her teeth ache.
She quickly turned off the toothbrush and spat out the foam. When she looked up again in the mirror, her face was already flushed red.
Sometimes, she couldn't help but admire her own self-control. Despite Zong Zeyu's various flirtations and advances, she still managed to retain a shred of rationality—truly a testament to her past life's cultivation!
Tong Le replied, "I'm resting now. Good night."
Zong Zeyu responded: "I've been patient enough for you. Otherwise, I would have called you on video by now. I've been thinking about you all day; what about you? Have you missed me?"
Tong Le typed back: "I'm married. I've reminded you countless times; can you please be more mindful?"
Zong Zeyu replied: "Are you worried about Ke Wenjie finding out? Or do you feel guilty about it? Ke Wenjie has ruined your family and taken over the Tong family's assets; he even cheated on your good friend and deceived you together. How long do you plan to hold on?"
Tong Le responded: "What I mean is that I'm a married woman. I don't want to ruin your reputation. My reputation doesn't matter anymore; I'm at my wit's end and must tread through any muddy path because I want revenge and a comeback. But you're different; you have power and status. You shouldn't be so openly involved with me; it will invite gossip."
Zong Zeyu picked up on her words: "So what you're saying is that you're not worried about others gossiping about you; you're afraid of dragging down my reputation."
Tong Le replied: "Yes, it's not worth it for me."
Zong Zeyu said: "I understand from this message that you've accepted my feelings for you and even care about me in return. Can I interpret this as you being concerned about me?"
Zong Zeyu: Originally, I was supposed to stay here for three days, but I miss you. I want to see you tomorrow.
Tong Le: No more talking, good night.
Zong Zeyu: Your reputation is not as important as you. You will always be mine.
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