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Without waiting for Tong Le to respond, Jiang Zhichao approached her with two beautiful takeout bags in hand. "Sister Tong, Si Ying brought some Xiao Long Bao! They were sent by the CEO of Yi Sheng Architecture to celebrate our successful collaboration!"
As Jiang Zhichao opened the packaging, he continued, "These are incredibly delicious! But they’re quite expensive and you have to wait in line! I didn’t have breakfast this morning, so the CEO of Yi Sheng Architecture is really generous!"
Tong Le glanced at the familiar takeout bags on the table. She looked around at her colleagues' desks; everyone had a bag, which was filled with ironic meaning. This was all Hou Yi's doing—using these bags of Xiao Long Bao to deliberately remind her that he had seen her cheating yesterday right outside her building.
Just as Tong Le was about to message Hou Yi, Jiang Zhichao chimed in, "Oh right, Sister Tong, that CEO from Yi Sheng Architecture just went to Ke Zong's office."
Tong Le froze for a moment before quickly getting up and heading towards Ke Wenjie’s office. She knocked and entered. Hou Yi was dressed sharply in a suit, lounging on the guest sofa, while Ke Wenjie acted like a servant, pouring tea.
Seeing Tong Le enter unannounced, Ke Wenjie scolded, "Who let you in? Get out!"
Tong Le stood frozen as she watched Hou Yi pour tea from his cup directly onto Ke Wenjie’s pants, soaking them completely. Ke Wenjie didn’t dare resist; he stood there passively as Hou Yi dealt with him. The hot tea he had brewed himself now scalded his skin, causing him unbearable pain while he remained silent.
Hou Yi waved his hand towards the door where Tong Le stood. "The person in charge has arrived."
Tong Le walked in, forcing herself to appear calm as she greeted him. "President Hou, you came to our office without saying a word."
Hou Yi feigned innocence and asked, "Are the Xiao Long Bao good? Did I buy them well? Or did someone else buy them better?"
Tong Le instinctively glanced at Ke Wenjie. He was still dazed from being scalded and had no energy to think about the Xiao Long Bao.
Hou Yi enjoyed seeing Tong Le’s nervous expression—the look of someone who had strayed but feared being discovered by her husband.
He couldn’t help but chuckle again as he lifted the kettle once more. This time, he aimed it directly at Ke Wenjie’s groin and began pouring from top to bottom.
Ke Wenjie could no longer hold back; instinctively retreating while clutching his pants with both hands. He wished he could just take off his pants right there, but that would be too embarrassing.
Tong Le sighed in exasperation. "It’s already this hot; aren’t you going to take off your pants? What are you thinking?"
Reluctantly, Ke Wenjie began to remove his pants while still glancing nervously at Hou Yi’s expression.
Hou Yi tossed the kettle onto the coffee table with an indifferent expression, clearly bored.
Tong Le sat directly across from Hou Yi and questioned him sternly, "President Hou, is there something you need from us? Is it related to the project? Are you planning to personally oversee this project? Why such a grand entrance?"
Hou Yi leaned back casually and looked at Tong Le with interest. "Guess who I ran into yesterday? I was driving and bumped into Zong Shi Yan Tuan's second son. I wasn’t paying attention and ended up hitting his car. The scene was quite funny; my car was wedged against his door and he couldn’t even get out."
Hou Yi silently observed Tong Le’s reaction, curious about how she would respond.
Tong Le was indeed worried. She hadn't heard about this matter last night, and it didn't seem like something Hou Yi would fabricate; it was likely true. At this moment, she felt a sense of entanglement. She had considered that Hou Yi might cause her trouble, but she never expected his actions to be so frequent.
Tong Le remained silent while a provocative smile lingered on Hou Yi's face. He turned directly to Ke Wenjie, who was standing nearby. At that moment, Ke Wenjie was wearing a pair of men's boxers, feeling both angry and annoyed, yet he couldn't do anything to Hou Yi.
Hou Yi spoke to Ke Wenjie, "Since Ke Zong enjoys being careless so much, why not name a price? How much for your wife? A million? Or maybe a hundred million?"
Ke Wenjie looked utterly bewildered.
Tong Le quietly watched as Hou Yi went off the rails.
Hou Yi continued, "A hundred million isn't enough? Then how about two hundred million? But if I give two hundred million to Ke Zong, I might think he’s not worthy of it. How about this?"
He flashed a sinister smile at Ke Wenjie. "I could kill you, and then your wife would become my wife. What do you think?"
Ke Wenjie looked as if he had just heard a ghost story; his expression twisted in fear as he desperately pleaded, "President Hou, please don’t scare me! Just look at what you’re saying! Tongshan Real Estate has complied with your requests; what exactly do you want from me now?"
Hou Yi's gaze locked onto Ke Wenjie's eyes, the amusement in his expression gradually fading into cold severity. "Haven't I made myself clear? Name a price and let Tong Le go."
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