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Clearly, this round was won by Zong Zeyu.
The war between men sometimes has nothing to do with money, status, or power; sometimes, a mere exchange of words can lead to a complete victory. Zong Zeyu was so pleased that he almost wanted to pop a bottle of champagne in the office. He looked at the already flustered Hou Yi and pretended to be sympathetic, saying, "Brother Hou, with just a small amount of money, I can leverage a billion. Are you convinced now?"
Hou Yi hung up the phone with Tong Le. This time, he forced himself to remain calm. Since he had lost this little game, there was no need to make his stance too awkward. After all, Tong Le was still not divorced, and Zong Zeyu had not officially won her over yet; there was still a chance.
Hou Yi tossed his phone back to Zong Zeyu with a cold smile. It seemed that Zong Zeyu's methods of pursuing women were more sophisticated than his own; he had never heard of someone being able to make a woman pay without asking for anything in return.
Zong Zeyu shrugged and smiled, saying it was simply mutual affection—nothing more than genuine feelings.
Hou Yi's jaw tightened as he struggled to maintain his composure. He had been through too much madness in the past few days, and the root cause was Tong Le! After all these years, she was still the first person to repeatedly torment him mentally.
With nothing more to say, Hou Yi realized that continuing the conversation would only lead to further humiliation. He returned to the main topic of their meeting: accepting defeat meant that Zong Zeyu could return his car now.
Zong Zeyu readily agreed, pulling out the car keys from his drawer and tossing them to Hou Yi. He pointed out that it was in the underground parking lot, accessible via elevator number three.
Taking the keys, Hou Yi turned and left the office. He was seething with anger and wasn't sure what he might do if he stayed any longer.
This debt was etched in Hou Yi's mind; although he had lost this time, he vowed that next time would be different.
As soon as Hou Yi left, Zong Zeyu's phone rang—it was Tong Le calling.
He answered the call, still riding high on the thrill of victory. His voice softened as he asked, "What’s wrong, my dear?"
On the other end of the line, Tong Le hesitated for a moment before responding. "Did Hou Yi do anything to you? Although I know he can't really hurt you—he's a lunatic—I’m still a bit worried."
A smile lingered on Zong Zeyu's lips; he enjoyed this feeling of being cared for by Tong Le. "I'm fine," he assured her. "But please don’t put yourself in danger again; it’s too risky. If something were to happen to you, I wouldn’t know how to face the consequences."
Tong Le replied casually, "I’m just an insignificant person anyway. If I can save even one life before my own ends, isn’t that worth something?"
She chuckled at herself but added, "However, if I had known I was saving someone like Hou Yi—a lunatic—I might really reconsider whether I should have saved him."
Zong Zeyu reassured her, "Most people live their lives in confusion. Many don’t understand the meaning of their existence until their last moments. At least you’re awake now and have clarity; from now on, every day can be valuable and meaningful."
Tong Le paused for a moment; no one had ever shared such philosophical insights with her before. She felt that Zong Zeyu was right—she had awakened from her previous state of confusion and realized that each day ahead could be fresh and significant.
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