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Hou Yi, hindered by his leg injury, moved slowly but still managed to catch up with Si Lou Xia, witnessing Tong Le leaving in a disheveled state.
In his line of sight, Tong Le approached the car's trunk, opened it, and set aside some documents before rummaging through it to find a first aid kit to tend to the wounds on her arm. The white sleeves of her shirt were indeed stained with blood, looking quite alarming. It was hard to believe that such a small frame could lose so much blood; he feared she might faint from blood loss.
Hou Yi hesitated to move closer, feeling a bit guilty about his earlier reckless behavior. However, he was more curious about how Tong Le would handle the situation. He watched as she cut open her sleeve with scissors, ruining a perfectly good piece of clothing. Yet, she seemed unconcerned by the onlookers passing by. She unscrewed a large bottle of Povidone Iodine and began pouring it over the torn wound on her arm. Remarkably, she even considered the environment, using a plastic basin to catch any excess liquid that might seep into the soil.
He found himself intrigued by what treasures might be hidden in her trunk. He could see that Tong Le's expression was quite grim; although disinfecting with Povidone Iodine shouldn't be overly painful, the secondary tearing of her wound clearly caused her distress.
After finishing the disinfection, Tong Le picked up a piece of white gauze, biting one end while wrapping it around her arm to apply pressure and stop the bleeding. Then, with her other uninjured hand, she wiped her eyes. It was clear that she was crying—likely from pain or perhaps feeling wronged—yet she made no sound, going unnoticed.
Hou Yi felt a pang of sympathy. He instinctively leaned on his cane and wanted to step forward, but suddenly he saw Tong Le shout at the trunk of the car in frustration, calling herself crazy and labeling him as such too. After venting her feelings, she seemed relieved and got into the car, which roared away with a sudden burst of speed.
Standing there, Hou Yi couldn't help but smile. In just half an hour, his impression of Tong Le had changed four times—from seeing her as a life-saving benefactor to viewing her as someone cunningly pretending to be innocent, then to recognizing her as someone who had been wronged in a misunderstanding, and finally perceiving her as stubborn and strong-willed.
At that moment, he began to understand Zong Zeyu better; a woman who seemed unremarkable could indeed draw attention precisely because of that lack of distinction. He found himself captivated by Tong Le in a way that did not annoy him.
Looking down at the red woven bracelet on his wrist, he realized he didn't want to return it. Ever since he put it on, his luck had improved significantly. He should have perished in that car accident but emerged relatively unscathed; even the next day after being hospitalized, a major business deal that had been delayed for nearly six months finally came through with an advance payment.
Hou Yi automatically attributed all this good fortune to Tong Le.
Just then, his phone rang with a WeChat voice call.
Upon answering, he heard a woman's sweet voice say, "Brother, what have you been busy with these past few days? You haven't answered my calls or messages; I've missed you! Can we meet this afternoon? I want to go shopping; the sales associate from Hermès called me yesterday about some bags!"
Hou Yi instinctively glanced at his phone screen and realized he had forgotten who this woman was. After all, his relationships were fleeting—he rarely kept one for more than three days at most.
He replied into the phone, "Let's break up. I'll transfer you 100,000 yuan later as a reward for our time together."
The woman on the other end fell silent for a moment before responding in a hurt tone, "What are you talking about? When did we ever sleep together? You're being so rude!"
Hou Yi frowned in irritation; he couldn't recall who this woman was at all. As for whether they had been intimate—he genuinely couldn't remember. He couldn't be responsible for every woman he'd been with.
Feeling overwhelmed by this chaotic triviality and growing impatient, he thought to himself: If we didn't sleep together, why buy bags? Time to block her; this was getting annoying.
Without waiting for the woman to respond, Hou Yi hung up the voice call and casually deleted this female friend from his contacts.
Meanwhile, at Tongshan Real Estate Company, Tong Le returned to the office and stepped into the elevator. She looked at her reflection in the elevator mirror, her face pale and her sleeve torn, leaving only half of it intact.
The pallor of her face was due to the pain from her wounds. God knows how many times she had felt discomfort during her drive back. She sighed quietly as she exited the elevator.
Jiang Zhichao noticed Tong Le's miserable appearance and hurried over, concerned. "What’s wrong, Sister Tong? Are you feeling unwell? You look terrible! What happened to your arm?"
Tong Le grabbed a jacket from a chair and put it on, brushing off his concern. "It's nothing. I just couldn't finalize the collaboration with Yi Sheng Architecture and ran into some issues."
She picked up her folder and headed towards Ke Wenjie’s office. Knocking on the door, she entered and addressed both Ke Wenjie and Xiang Dai. "The partner has been selected; Yi Sheng Architecture has rejected my collaboration proposal."
Ke Wenjie didn’t notice Tong Le’s pale complexion. At that moment, he was beaming with joy, completely unaware of her distress.
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