Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
Zong Zeyu was also playing his tricks. He took out his phone, turned around, and snapped a selfie. In the photo, he was in the front, with Tong Le behind him, and the background was their living room.
Zong Zeyu threatened, "If you threaten me, I’ll post this picture in the Zong Group work chat and expose our relationship."
Tong Le reached out to snatch the phone. "We have nothing to do with each other!"
Standing at six feet tall, Zong Zeyu raised his phone effortlessly, leaving Tong Le with no way to stop him.
He said, "How can we have nothing to do with each other? Everyone in the company is guessing whose pink bed is in my office. I’m a man of status; I’m your husband’s little third party."
Tong Le's face turned pale with embarrassment. She gritted her teeth and said, "Zong Zeyu, you really don’t care about your own reputation, do you?"
Zong Zeyu shrugged as he walked into the house. "I’m proud to be brave for love as a little third party."
He casually tossed his suit jacket onto the sofa and headed toward the bathroom. "Honey, I’m going to take a shower. Can you get me some pajamas?"
Tong Le shouted back, "There are only women's pajamas in this house!"
Zong Zeyu replied, "There are men's pajamas too. I prepared them in advance so you wouldn’t find out; they’re in the storage room. I left three sets there."
As she watched Zong Zeyu enter the bathroom, Tong Le felt a surge of frustration with no outlet for her strength; she could only resign herself to comply.
Soon, the sound of running water echoed from the bathroom.
Tong Le indeed found the men's pajamas. She shouted through the bathroom door, "I’ve put your pajamas on the sink. Change yourself when you’re done."
From inside, Zong Zeyu called out, "Bring them to me and put them on the washing machine. I don’t mind if you see me."
Tong Le retorted loudly, "I mind! You’re insane!"
She opened the bathroom door just a crack and placed the pajamas on the sink before closing it again and returning to the living room.
She plopped down on the sofa with a sigh. Just earlier when she had gone downstairs, she had been feeling sleepy; now all her drowsiness had vanished! She thought she could live a single life after separating from Ke Wenjie, but now she was entangled with Zong Zeyu again!
At that moment, Tong Le received a WeChat message from another lunatic—Hou Yi.
Hou Yi sent: "If I help you get rid of Lan Qingqing’s baby, will you thank me?"
Tong Le quickly replied: "I’ll kill you! It’s not easy for a scumbag and a loose woman to have a child; how could you think of harming that baby? You’re simply a beast! If you touch even a hair on that child’s head, I’ll fight you! That’s their love's fruit! That’s proof of their beautiful love! You can’t touch that child! And don’t interfere in my affairs!"
Hou Yi: "??? Are you crazy? Did you drink fake alcohol? Is rabies acting up at this hour?"
Tong Le: "Don’t send me messages!"
Meanwhile, downstairs at Lan Qingqing’s apartment building...
Hou Yi sat in the car, staring at the chat window with Tong Le, completely baffled by what was going on in her mind. He exited their conversation and quickly opened the chat with Lan Qingqing, typing, "I'm downstairs, right outside your building."
Before long, Lan Qingqing replied, "What are you doing here so late?"
Hou Yi responded, "Come down."
Five minutes later, Lan Qingqing appeared at the entrance, wrapped in a shawl. She had deliberately worn a slightly sheer nightgown, just for Hou Yi's eyes.
She climbed into the passenger seat as Hou Yi tossed her a skincare set, saying, "Come with me to the nightclub for some drinks."
Lan Qingqing hugged the gift bag tightly; the skincare products inside were worth eight thousand yuan, and she felt delighted.
Just as Hou Yi was about to start the car, Lan Qingqing hurriedly said, "Going to a nightclub at this hour? I have work tomorrow, and I'm in my pajamas!"
Hou Yi sighed impatiently. "If you don't want to go, get out. I'll find someone else."
Comment 0 Comment Count