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On the other side, at Zong Group.
Tong Le hurried back to her company and, following Zong Jin's suggestion, made a trip to Zong Zeyu's office. She thought Zong Zeyu had something to discuss with her, but when she pushed the door open, she was greeted by an astonishing sight: in the corner of the spacious office stood an extravagant pink princess bed.
The headboard was shaped like a pink arch, and the mattress was incredibly thick, exuding a sense of luxury. The sheets and duvet were all pink, adorned with little rabbits. Just looking at that soft blanket was enough to make anyone feel drowsy.
Tong Le gasped at the scene. Although the office was large and had plenty of unused space, the presence of such an eye-catching bed felt utterly out of place and inexplicable. She recalled Zong Zeyu mentioning that he would set up a bed in the office for her so that whenever she felt tired, she could come in and rest.
Zong Zeyu wasn't in the office at the moment, but everywhere she looked, there were reminders of his surprises and affection for her. Tong Le stood still, taking a deep breath. Such blatant love—what had she done to deserve it?
She felt both happy and excited, yet a sense of fear lingered within her. After years of living in a state of lethargy, a fresh start was right before her, but she found herself unable to embrace it.
As Tong Le left the office, she passed by some employees chatting together and overheard bits of gossip. Everyone knew that Xiao Zong Zong had moved a pink princess bed into his office. Some speculated about Xiao Zong Zong's sexual orientation, while others suggested that his little girlfriend hidden away in his golden house might be one of the employees at Zong Group.
Tong Le felt overwhelmed by their chatter; it ignited a sense of anxiety within her as she realized how exposed she felt.
Meanwhile, in another warehouse.
Sun Hu brought Ke Wenjie to a secret storage area specifically used for dealing with people. As soon as the warehouse door closed, Sun Hu kicked Ke Wenjie twice in quick succession.
Ke Wenjie cried out silently from the pain, curling up on the cold, damp concrete floor.
Before long, Sun Hu yanked off Ke Wenjie's hood. The harsh light inside the warehouse blinded him momentarily; it was far too bright for him to comprehend where he was.
His glasses had been shattered during the scuffle, leaving only the frames behind. After squinting and blinking for a while to adjust his vision, he finally took in his surroundings.
It was a warehouse designed for violence—its walls lined with various tools: axes, hammers, wrenches, thin ropes, thick ropes, and most terrifyingly, two gleaming long knives.
The sight of those knives nearly made Ke Wenjie wet himself; he would never believe that they hadn't been stained with blood!
He became completely submissive as he watched several thugs moving around him. These men showed no fear of being seen; their earlier hoods had merely been a tactic to confuse him about his location.
The thought sent another wave of fear through Ke Wenjie.
Sun Hu held a small dagger in his hand and approached Ke Wenjie, who was sitting on the ground, trembling. Ke Wenjie quickly shut his eyes and cried out for mercy, "Please, spare my life! I didn’t see your face; I don’t know anything! I’ll give you any amount of money you want! Just don’t kill me! I’ll give you whatever you want! I beg you, please don’t kill me!"
As he spoke, tears streamed down Ke Wenjie’s face. His voice had become hoarse from shouting, and he was nearly in a state of panic.
Sun Hu scoffed derisively, pressing the small dagger against Ke Wenjie’s neck as a threat. "Still acting tough, huh? You think I’m afraid of you? You can look at my face all you want. Even if you walk out that door and call the police to arrest me, do you really believe I’d be caught? I could be in and out by this afternoon! Just because you’ve seen my face doesn’t mean I’m scared of you! What have I ever been afraid of? Who do you think you are?"
With that, Sun Hu reversed his grip on the dagger and jabbed it toward Ke Wenjie’s head. It only pierced the skin of his scalp, hidden beneath thick hair, leaving no visible mark.
Ke Wenjie let out a high-pitched scream, his voice cracking as he panicked. Just moments ago, he had been hoarse; now he was shrieking.
Then, in sheer terror, Ke Wenjie wet his pants.
Sun Hu laughed heartily, mocking him. "Is that all the courage you've got? I haven’t even cracked your skull yet! You think you're so brave but are as timid as a mouse. And here you are trying to take advantage of us at Yi Sheng Architecture? Who gave you the guts? Come on, tell me—who gave you the guts?"
It suddenly dawned on Ke Wenjie that Sun Hu was from Yi Sheng Architecture. He almost forgot that he had been kidnapped by someone from there. He had spent three years working diligently with compliant partners; this was his first experience with such a situation. Yet Yi Sheng Architecture was still the best partner of Tong Le's father.
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