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The next morning, Tong Le was rudely awakened by the sound of knocking at the door. It was rare for her to enjoy a day without Zhang Huizhi, yet her sweet dreams were interrupted.
Groggy, she got out of bed and opened the door, only to find Ke Wenjie, freshly washed and ready to greet guests. Ke Wenjie explained that they had come to view the house.
Four people entered: two real estate agents and a couple of buyers. Tong Le didn’t recognize any of them and had no idea if these buyers were the ones Wen had brought to help.
Ke Wenjie welcomed them warmly while the agents energetically introduced the property. Taking advantage of a moment to freshen up, Tong Le quickly sent a message to Wen: "Hurry, I'm here." Wen replied with three words: "I’m on it."
Tong Le hastened her brushing, nearly brushing her teeth raw. After a flurry of activity, she washed her face, dried it quickly, and rushed into the living room to join the agents in showcasing the house.
With great enthusiasm, Tong Le extolled the virtues of the home—how couples could find love within its walls, how it could help them achieve millions in revenue, how it boasted top-notch feng shui and was located in a prestigious school district! She nearly claimed that living in this house would grant eternal life!
Ke Wenjie watched in disbelief; he never expected Tong Le would be more eager than him to sell the place.
The viewing went smoothly, and conversations flowed effortlessly. The couple acted convincingly as buyers, negotiating with Ke Wenjie until they finally settled on a price. Even Ke Wenjie was surprised by how seamless the process had been.
Once the agents left, Ke Wenjie beamed at Tong Le and praised her for her excellent presentation. "I thought you didn’t want to sell this house!"
Tong Le lied smoothly, "Didn’t you say you wanted a bigger place? Once we have kids, this house won’t be enough."
Ke Wenjie stepped closer, gently grasping her shoulders with both hands. "We’ll move into a big villa one day. Trust me, my wife; I will make sure you live like a wealthy lady!"
Tong Le forced a smile as if to say she was convinced. She certainly didn’t believe Ke Wenjie’s empty promises; she doubted she would ever see that day.
She believed that Ke Wenjie could make money through deceitful means but absolutely did not believe he would spend any of it on her! After all, wasn’t everything he wore or used from the Tong Family? How could he suddenly change?
At ten o'clock in the morning, Tong Le and Ke Wenjie went to Tongshan Real Estate together.
As Tong Le sat down at her workstation, she quickly read a message from Wen: this afternoon, the buyers would transfer funds and sign the contract. All procedures would be completed within two days; once they received the property deed, she could proceed with her plans.
"Thank you, Sister Wen!" Tong Le expressed her gratitude.
Wen replied, "Don’t mention it; it’s all thanks to Zong Zeyu’s help. Although I found the buyers, he provided both financial and logistical support. Without him backing this up, we wouldn’t have gotten this done so quickly."
Tong Le nodded. "Yes, I will make sure to thank him."
Wen said straightforwardly, "You don't need to thank me. Zong Zeyu is a good person and suitable for marriage. Once you handle your relationship with Ke Wenjie in your own way, tidy yourself up and marry Zong Zeyu. I believe in you two."
Tong Le replied, "Who do you think I am? Marrying Zong Zeyu? You really overestimate me."
Wen responded, "Sometimes, it's just a matter of fate and feelings between men and women, hard to explain."
Tong Le countered, "Then what do you think of Zong Jin? Do you have any feelings for him?"
Wen sent a cringeworthy laughing emoji. "You have no idea how much of a straight man he is. He messages me every day—good morning, good night, asking if I've eaten, wondering why I haven't replied. I almost want to block him."
Tong Le couldn't help but laugh at her phone. "Isn't that kind of man good? Simple and straightforward, not overly complicated, focused on his career. You wouldn't have to worry about him."
Wen said, "I prefer men like Zhou Feng, but Zhou Feng is gone, and there’s only one Zhou Feng in this world."
Tong Le replied, "People can't live in the past forever; they can't stay stagnant either. Standing still is equivalent to moving backward. That's what you taught me before."
Wen teased, "Look at you educating me now. I need to rest; you should get back to your work."
As Tong Le put away her phone and looked up, a familiar scent wafted through the entire hall—delicious and enticing—it was the smell of Xiao Long Bao! Not just any Xiao Long Bao, but the same flavor she had enjoyed downstairs at home yesterday.
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