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Tong Le reached out to open the car door, preparing to get in, while Wen followed suit and opened the passenger door. At that moment, Zong Zeyu inside the car called out loudly, "Wen, you should sit in the back; there's no room for you here."
Wen looked at the empty space inside the car and asked, "Are you sure there's no room? Or do you just not want me to get in?"
Zong Zeyu shot a glance at Tong Le, who quickly got into the car and told the driver, "Start the car!"
The vehicle immediately roared to life, leaving Wen standing alone on the roadside.
Soon, Zong Jin's car pulled up beside her. Wen took a deep breath and pointed in the direction Zong Zeyu's car had gone. "You two dogs!"
Wen got into Zong Jin's car, and they both settled into the back seat. The driver started the engine and drove steadily, filling the car with a brief silence.
Wen didn’t want to initiate a conversation; she had nothing to say to Zong Jin, who seemed like a closed book.
On the surface, Zong Jin appeared calm, but inside he was a bundle of nerves. He thought of several ways to start a conversation, but none felt right.
Finally, he broke the silence. "Thank you. I need to trouble you again to help me act for my mother."
Wen kept her head down, fiddling with her phone. She casually replied, "You're being polite, Zong Jin. Helping you is what I should do; after all, I owe you one."
Zong Jin added, "If you need any help at the bar, just let me know."
Wen responded with a simple "Mm."
The topic ended there, and silence enveloped them once more.
Zong Jin felt tense; his body was slightly stiff as he clenched and relaxed his fists in an attempt to ease his anxiety.
He decided to bring up another topic. "We won't be eating at home tonight; we're going to Yuan Lun Restaurant by the beach. My mother arranged it specifically."
Wen continued staring at her phone. "Mm."
Zong Jin asked, "What kind of food do you like? If you have any dislikes, I can inform the restaurant in advance."
Wen smiled slightly at her phone—not because of its content but because she found Zong Jin's awkward attempts at conversation somewhat embarrassing.
She lifted her gaze to meet his eyes. "Zong Jin, when we see your mother later, I'll behave; don't worry."
In that moment of eye contact, Zong Jin suddenly felt his face flush. At such a close distance, he could see Wen's clear eyes, her long lashes, and her rosy lips.
He inhaled sharply; his mind felt almost numb.
Wen had seen this expression from men before—it was merely their attraction to her face.
With a playful smile that carried a hint of flirtation, she said, "It's beautiful, isn't it? It cost quite a bit to maintain. But some people don’t like my face; they say I'm too cold and bring bad luck to men."
Wen chuckled to herself, continuing to look down at her phone.
Zong Jin blurted out, "I'm tough. Someone even said I bring misfortune to my wife."
Surprised by his response, Wen couldn't help but laugh again and turned her gaze back to Zong Jin. This brooding Zong Jin still had a bit of humor in him.
Thinking about it, it made sense. They were both in a peculiar situation—one bringing misfortune to his wife and the other to her husband. Although she and Zhou Feng had never registered their marriage, in her heart, she felt just like a normal wife.
So, in that light, she had caused the death of her ex-husband, while Zong Jin had done the same to his ex-wife.
Wen smiled and said, "Zong Zong, you're quite humorous. But we both share a sad fate; we've lost our most beloved ones."
She sighed silently, wishing that he had died because of her rather than on the battlefield.
As Wen continued to play with her phone, Zong Jin quietly observed her profile, his tone serious as he said, "People should look forward."
Wen forced a smile and replied, "What’s forward? What’s backward? Just surviving has taken all my strength."
Meanwhile, at the train station, Ke Wenjie and Zhang Huizhi anxiously waited at the exit.
Zhang Huizhi rubbed her hands together nervously and turned to Ke Wenjie. "Son, are you really going to let your dad stay at my place when he arrives? Oh dear, just thinking about it gives me a headache! I can't stand him!"
Ke Wenjie remained expressionless. "I heard Dad has taken a concubine in the countryside and has been planning to buy her a house for the past few months."
Zhang Huizhi's face instantly turned cold. "Why bring that up? If he wants to find a few concubines, let him! Just wait and see which one will stick around! Those women are only after his land! That worthless piece of land! A bunch of foolish people who have never seen anything!"
The more Zhang Huizhi thought about it, the more irritated she became. "Your dad has never settled down with women in his life! I can't be bothered anymore; as long as we keep living apart, it's easier for me."
Ke Wenjie looked at the endless stream of people at the exit and spotted a familiar figure—his dad was here.
Zhang Huizhi followed his gaze, her expression growing tense. "Is there a woman with him? Did he bring his concubine along?! What?!"
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