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She knew that Zong Jin was a great person, and she believed she wasn't bad either. However, the thought of developing a romantic relationship with him felt like an insurmountable challenge—worlds apart in family backgrounds and life paths. She felt that she and Zong Jin simply did not match.
Wen Cuizhi noticed the subtle thoughts crossing Wen's mind. She sighed softly, stood up, and said, "Well, I won't interfere in matters between you young people. I've said what I needed to say and shared my thoughts. The rest is up to you to decide."
As Wen Cuizhi walked around the table, she suddenly remembered something. "Oh, Wen, there's one more thing I need to tell you. When Zong Jin's ex-wife, Wu Yutong, married into our family, none of us opposed it. Wu Yutong came from a difficult background too, but as long as Zong Jin liked her, we accepted her."
"Alright then," Wen Cuizhi continued, "you young people take your time talking. I have friends gathering over there; I'll go sit with them for a while."
Wen Cuizhi turned to leave when Zong Jin anxiously called out, "Mom, you're just leaving like this?"
Wen Cuizhi turned back with a look of disdain. "What do you want me to do? Stay here and help you plead with the God of Love? Honestly, you're such a disappointment! Aside from making money and focusing on your career, you excel at nothing else! No wonder you're still single!"
With that, Wen Cuizhi turned and walked away, truly not wanting to deal with her two troublesome sons.
At the dining table, Wen and Zong Jin exchanged glances, while Tong Le and Zong Zeyu did the same. An awkward silence enveloped them all.
Zong Zeyu cleared his throat twice deliberately and asked, "So, what's the answer? Is this opportunity given or not?"
Wen remained silent.
Tong Le clasped her hands together and eagerly nodded at Wen. "Come on! Give him a chance! Family should support family!"
Wen shot Tong Le a glare and whispered back, "Nonsense!"
Zong Zeyu rested his chin on his hand and watched Tong Le's pleading expression with amusement. The more he looked at her, the cuter she seemed. He couldn't help but comment, "You're really adorable."
Tong Le turned her head and relayed Wen's earlier insult back to Zong Zeyu. "Nonsense."
Wen truly couldn't stand the increasingly awkward atmosphere; she stood up to leave when Zong Jin grabbed her wrist firmly but gently. "What my mother said today should have been said by me. I realize I've acted immaturely today, but I genuinely hope you can give me a chance—even if it's just the chance to pursue you."
Wen replied, "If you want to pursue me, go ahead; I can't interfere with that."
Zong Jin then asked earnestly, "Can you promise me one thing? Please reply to my messages on WeChat."
Wen was about to refuse outright but hesitated as she considered giving Zong Jin a chance after all.
She didn't respond verbally but gave a slight nod as if agreeing.
Zong Jin smiled brightly. "So you've agreed!"
Wen clarified, "I agreed to reply to your messages but not to be with you—don't get ahead of yourself."
With that said, Wen pushed Zong Jin's hand away, lit a cigarette, and walked over to the railing to smoke.
Tong Le remained at the dining table with an uncontrollable smile on her face as she ate and laughed, determined not to waste the exquisite spread before them.
Zong Zeyu accompanied Tong Le as they ate, and she watched the interactions between Wen and Zong Jin as if she were watching a movie. Zong Zeyu peeled shrimp for Tong Le and casually remarked, "Isn't this more exciting than reading a romance novel, my dear wife?"
Tong Le nodded with a smile, the shrimp meat in her mouth was tender, juicy, and delightful. "Yes, yes, yes!" she exclaimed.
Zong Zeyu said, "My wife is truly adorable."
It was only then that Tong Le realized how Zong Zeyu referred to her. She suddenly turned her head and said again, "You're crazy!"
Meanwhile, on the deck of the yacht, Wu Youyou shouted into the dark sea, unable to vent her pent-up frustration. She pretended to jump overboard, but Tian Ling rushed forward to wrap his arms around her waist. "No, no! You can't do that! Life is full of disappointments, but you can't joke with your life!"
Fan Qinghua, who had known Zong Zeyu for many years, was unfazed by Wu Youyou's antics; he had heard about her capriciousness and theatrics before. As a doctor, he leisurely said, "Go ahead and jump. We'll pretend we didn't see it. If you're lucky, your body might be found in a couple of days, bloated and unrecognizable like a pig's head. If you're unlucky, you'll end up as shark bait. Just imagine your little body being chewed on by those giant teeth—one moment you're alive, the next you're sliced like salmon."
Fan Qinghua deliberately exaggerated, "Ugh, just thinking about it is terrifying."
Wu Youyou's leg that had been lifted fell back onto the deck as she turned to Fan Qinghua and said, "Are you trying to scare me?"
Fan Qinghua shot back, "Who's scaring whom? If you want to jump, go ahead! If not, hurry back; I'm starving!"
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