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Wu Youyou immediately regretted her words, but it was too late; once spoken, they could not be taken back. She covered her mouth with both hands, wishing to escape. Tonight's dinner on the cruise was specially prepared by Wen Cuizhi for Dao Wen, and before the banquet even began, she had ruined it in a moment of impulse.
Realizing her mistake, Wu Youyou hurriedly approached Wen Cuizhi and apologized, "I'm sorry, Auntie. I was just talking nonsense; please pretend I never said anything."
Wen Cuizhi understood that although Wu Youyou could be reckless, she was not one to lie. The matter concerning Zong Jin and Dao Wen was likely similar to what had happened before with Zong Zeyu and Tong Le—a temporary arrangement meant to deceive her.
Upon learning the truth, she felt a surge of anger, but it quickly subsided. Thinking it over, she realized that her two sons had it tough. To appease her relentless pressure for them to marry, they had resorted to desperate measures like hiring fake girlfriends. Perhaps it wasn't entirely their fault; maybe she, as their mother, was to blame.
Wen Cuizhi suddenly felt deflated and forced a bitter smile as she said to Wu Youyou, "Let’s forget what just happened. Why don’t you go check on Zong Jin and the others?"
Meanwhile, in another building, Ke Wei Qiang and Jin Feng entered Zhang Huizhi's house.
Ke Wei Qiang walked around the place and complained, "What kind of dump is this? Compared to the big house you lived in before, this is like a pigeon coop! Can anyone live here?"
He turned to his son Ke Wenjie with dissatisfaction. "Son, I came all this way to see you, and you let me stay in a place like this? I told Aunt Jin that since it's not easy for me to come here, I should definitely stay in a big house in the city center! Didn’t you say that house was worth over ten million?"
Jin Feng felt a chill at the mention of ten million; she had never seen so much money in her life. The largest amount she had ever dealt with was a few thousand for her daughter's college tuition. Even a few thousand felt heavy to her.
Ke Wenjie explained, "Dad, we sold that house. That's one of the reasons I'm here in the city."
Ke Wei Qiang pondered for a moment. "Sold? How much did you get? It must have been at least ten million! But why didn’t you think about getting a bigger house? Everyone in the village knows you've made it in the city; I was planning to bring some friends over to stay at your villa! When are you planning to buy one?"
As he spoke these words, Ke Wei Qiang felt proud—his son was successful because selling that house meant Ke Wenjie must have money. He was already calculating how to ask Ke Wenjie for a couple hundred thousand and then take Jin Feng on a trip to Macau. He had heard that Macau could make someone rich overnight!
Just as Ke Wei Qiang was about to speak again, he noticed Ke Wenjie’s conflicted expression as he explained, "We sold the house for ten million, and with my remaining savings, we have a total of twenty million."
In an instant, Ke Wei Qiang straightened up proudly. He patted Ke Wenjie on the shoulder and exclaimed, "Well done, son! You truly make me proud! So you urgently brought me here because you want us to live together now!"
Beaming with joy, his previously stern face softened considerably.
He turned back to Jin Feng and boasted, "Did you see that? My son is amazing!"
Unable to contain himself any longer, he assured Jin Feng, "That’s why I said before that your daughter doesn’t need to worry about work! Once she graduates from university next year, we’ll arrange for her to join Ke Wenjie’s company. In just two or three years, we’ll make two hundred million! Give it five years more and we’ll have a listed company! At that time, I’ll be the father of the president of Zong Shi Yan Tuan!"
Lost in dreams of sudden wealth, he even imagined giving each of his friends a few thousand dollars just to make them happy.
Before Ke Wenjie could explain further, Zhang Huizhi—who was tidying up in the room—caught onto the key points of their conversation.
Zhang Huizhi put down her luggage and shouted at Ke Wei Qiang, "What the hell? You and Jin Feng have a daughter?"
Ke Wei Qiang dismissed her with a wave of his hand, "I have nothing to say to you, you foolish woman. Just get lost."
Jin Feng quietly interjected, "Hui Zhi, don’t misunderstand. I do have a daughter, but she’s not Ke Wei Qiang's child; she’s from my previous marriage. She’s in her senior year of college and will be graduating next year, looking for a job."
Jin Feng hesitated as she turned to Ke Wenjie, feeling anxious about her daughter’s job situation. She thought they might need Ke Wenjie’s help since he was doing so well in the city, and they were all very proud of him.
Zhang Huizhi yelled back, "What my son is doing has nothing to do with you!"
At that moment, Ke Wei Qiang looked around for something to hit. Seeing Zhang Huizhi's infuriating face made him want to tear her apart.
Zhang Huizhi quickly hid behind Ke Wenjie and warned, "Don’t come any closer, Ke Wei Qiang! This is the city; if you lay a finger on me, I’ll call the police!"
Ke Wenjie was getting annoyed. He had no interest in dealing with this family drama; he just wanted to clarify his demands to Ke Wei Qiang.
"Dad," he said, "I wasn’t finished speaking just now."
Ke Wei Qiang placed his hands on his hips, temporarily sparing Zhang Huizhi from his wrath. "Go on, son. We’ll ignore her."
Ke Wenjie continued, "Even though I have twenty million, it’s been scammed away."
Ke Wei Qiang was taken aback. "What?!"
Jin Feng gasped as well and couldn’t help but ask, "You lost twenty million? How did that happen?"
At this point, Zhang Huizhi nervously edged further behind Ke Wenjie, fearing she might get hit and deciding it was best to prepare for a quick escape.
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