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Zhou Ting let out a quiet sigh, feeling a bit sad. She believed her judgment of men was quite good, but she was just a step behind others. She felt like giving up; if it were someone else, she would definitely pursue Zong Zeyu with relentless determination. However, Tong Le was not just anyone—Tong Le had once helped Dao Wen and was her benefactor.
Zhou Ting was about to gather her resolve when Tong Le, with a serious expression, turned to her and said, "You only need to give me a clear answer now. If you want to work at Zong Group, then don’t think about anything else; go there and show your skills. If you want to give up this opportunity, just say so. The chance has been given to you; how to proceed from here is your decision."
Zhou Ting hesitated. She admitted that her initial desire to join Zong Group was primarily to be closer to Zong Zeyu, and she hadn't thought much about her future career plans.
At that moment, shouts came from outside the office—the meeting room was in chaos. Ke Jie had hurt himself trying to get Tong Le's attention by crashing his head into the corner of a table, leaving him bloodied and shocking his bodyguards.
When Tong Le entered the meeting room, Zong Zeyu blocked her path. Ke Jie wasn’t making any outrageous moves; he was simply sitting on the floor with blood streaming from his forehead. He lowered his head and muttered a few words for Tong Le to hear: "I just want to talk with you. Let’s sit down and discuss."
Seeing Ke Jie in such a vulnerable state, Tong Le did not soften. She knew him too well; after enduring so much humiliation, she had long figured out his little tricks. Whenever he faced a problem he couldn't handle, he would start to show weakness, trying to make his opponent feel pity before seizing the opportunity to strike.
However, Dao Wen and Zhou Ting at the door did not understand Ke Jie’s tactics. They were worried about the situation escalating dangerously. Zhou Ting asked Tong Le, "Tong Le, do you have a first aid kit? I can bandage him up; excessive bleeding can lead to infection."
Dao Wen chimed in, "You should have one in your office, right?" Turning to Zhou Ting, she suggested, "You should go to the Office Lobby and ask the employees if they have one; if not, then check in the office."
Tong Le interjected, "No need. It’s just a little blood; is it really that serious? He’s not incapacitated—he knows he’s bleeding from his forehead! If he were truly scared, he should get up and take care of it himself instead of sitting there acting weak for our benefit."
In an instant, Ke Jie lifted his head, revealing an unmistakable glint of anger in his eyes. He was deliberately putting on an act; he thought Tong Le would feel sympathy for him. Little did he know that Tong Le's heart was harder than the table edge! Just moments ago when he performed his little trick by crashing into the table corner, he nearly knocked himself out!
Dao Wen and Zhou Ting remained still at the door; they were waiting for Tong Le's lead. Zong Zeyu was no longer as worried as before; he felt that his wife could handle herself now.
Tong Le warned Ke Jie sternly, "Either you get up and take care of your injury before we talk, or we stay here and see who ends up worse off." Each of her words struck at Ke Jie’s boiling anger until he could no longer hold back. He shouted at Tong Le, "You filthy bitch! I gave you face! How dare you treat me like this! You’re cheating on me and making me wear a green hat while expecting me to support your bastard child! I ran myself ragged for that twenty million only for you to treat me like this! I swear I’ll kill you!"
As Ke Jie prepared to rise, Zong Zeyu kicked him squarely in the forehead. The already bleeding wound suffered further injury, causing Ke Jie pain so intense that he couldn’t get up or lift his head.
Tong Le quickly pulled Zong Zeyu away and warned him seriously, "You can’t interfere any further; you’ll bring countless troubles upon yourself because of me!"
Zong Zeyu’s eyes held no mercy; seeing his beloved woman insulted by such a scoundrel without taking action felt unbearable. He hadn’t killed Ke Jie yet out of mercy.
Tong Le tightly grasped Zong Zeyu's arm again and insisted, "No!"
Dao Wen swiftly pulled Zong Zeyu out of the conference room, where bodyguards stood protectively behind Tong Le. Blocking Zong Zeyu's path, Dao Wen spoke quietly, acknowledging that Tong Le's concerns were valid. Ke Jie was the type to hold grudges; if he twisted the narrative to claim that Zong Zeyu had injured him, it would escalate in public opinion and negatively impact Zong's stock.
Zong Zeyu took a deep breath, his expression grave, remaining silent. Dao Wen continued, "You've done more than enough. Tong Le is capable of handling what comes next; you need to trust her."
Inside the conference room, Ke Jie lay on the floor, unable to rise. The pain was overwhelming; the impact on his forehead throbbed painfully, and the kick from Zong Zeyu had left him with a concussion. He felt dizzy and nauseous.
Tong Le pulled up a chair and sat in front of Ke Jie. Observing his dazed state, she began to speak softly. "Let me guess, before you resorted to hurling the most insulting words at me, you were planning to play the sympathy card? I imagine your strategy went something like this: you would ask me to tend to your head injury, and while I was distracted with that, you’d tell me how difficult it was for you to get money from the Investment Company yesterday. You’d express your deep regret and insist that you couldn’t afford to lose me. You’d say you could forgive me and continue our life together as if it were a sacrifice on your part because, after all, someone like Zong Zeyu is just a fleeting distraction for me."
She continued articulating her thoughts, detailing how he would passionately recount the intricacies of their relationship while attempting to manipulate her into feeling guilty for betraying him. "In the end," she said with a smirk, "you’d want everything from the Tong Family as a punishment for my supposed infidelity, right?"
Tilting her head with a friendly smile, she laid out her predictions one by one, returning every tactic Ke Jie had ever used against her.
Ke Jie slowly lifted his head, stunned and speechless. The words Tong Le spoke echoed exactly what he had just been plotting in his mind. For a moment, he wondered if she possessed some sort of mind-reading ability; how could she know what he was thinking?
Tong Le’s voice turned contemplative as she remarked, "Do I know you well? Yet you don’t understand me at all."
Gradually, fear and confusion flickered in Ke Jie’s eyes as he realized that this version of Tong Le felt distant and unfamiliar—she was not the same person he had lived with before. His head throbbed painfully as he struggled to comprehend how everything had changed overnight: money lost, home gone, and now even Tong Le seemed to be slipping away.
Just as he opened his mouth to speak, Tong Le interrupted with a smile. "So, have those twenty million come through yet? The company’s audit is still ongoing; if you can’t secure that money, you’ll have to consider not only divorcing me but also leaving empty-handed and possibly compensating for the company’s losses. Ke Jie, I did give you a chance."
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