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Hearing about Hou Yi made Tong Le feel a pang of jealousy. She took a deep breath, certain that Hou Yi was up to something. Right now, she had no time to deal with him, but when it came to driving skills, she knew she couldn't shake him off.
To prevent Zong Zeyu from getting involved in this mess, Tong Le devised a cunning plan. She picked up her phone and reported Hou Yi's car for illegal modifications. In truth, she wasn't sure if the car was actually illegal; after all, most car enthusiasts modified their vehicles in some way. Even if it wasn't a major alteration, the paint job likely hadn't been registered with the relevant authorities.
Tong Le took a gamble in her mind, betting that Hou Yi wasn't the type to follow the rules. To her surprise, she won! The traffic police were nearby and intercepted Hou Yi's car.
She felt a surge of triumph—this was truly a stroke of luck!
At the old noodle shop, Zong Zeyu was already waiting at their usual table, surrounded by the familiar warmth of steaming noodles. The restaurant was bustling with people—workers just off their shifts, university students, mothers with children, and elderly men enjoying drinks and boasting about their lives.
As Tong Le caught sight of Zong Zeyu's back, all her worries vanished in an instant. The staff were busy serving dishes, and she made her way around to Zong Zeyu's side. Just as she was about to tease him, she noticed he was seriously peeling a hard-boiled egg.
Perhaps because he had always been pampered as a child, even peeling an egg seemed to be a challenge for him. Shell fragments littered the white egg, making it look as if it had been blown apart.
Tong Le turned and quickly washed her hands at the sink before returning to the table. She snatched the egg from Zong Zeyu's hands and said while peeling it, "It's hard to believe you can't even peel an egg properly at your age."
Once she had peeled the egg, she prepared to place it on his plate when he quickly interjected, "I’ll peel them for you; I already ate at the partner’s place tonight."
Tong Le paused for a moment before biting into half of the egg and replying with a nod, "Then I’ll just eat this myself."
Zong Zeyu had already ordered a bowl of hot soup noodles tailored to Tong Le's taste. As they sat down to eat, she asked between bites, "How did things go? What kind of collaboration are you working on?"
Zong Zeyu replied candidly, "We discussed acquiring Tongshan Real Estate."
Tong Le stopped eating at that moment.
He continued, "Ke Wenjie has been stalling you because he wants to transfer all of Tongshan Real Estate's assets cleanly before sidelining you. Tongshan Real Estate is something your family left for you; initially, those shares were considered premarital property. After marriage, asset distribution would mainly involve share dividends. However, over the years, Ke Wenjie has managed to siphon off those dividend funds through various means."
Tong Le's expression grew serious as she continued eating her noodles. "Yes, he used all sorts of underhanded tactics to transfer that money to Zhang Huizhi, who then sent it overseas to an investment company."
Zong Zeyu added, "So in terms of assets, you're not at a loss. The twenty million cash from overseas investments will never reach them. I will help you rationally transfer that twenty million out. As for that so-called project, after many years it will be declared a failure by officials who will inform investors that their initial investments have been completely lost. Zhang Huizhi and Ke Wenjie will never see that twenty million."
He then recalled, "Your house will also be transferred into your name after your divorce."
Tong Le wiped her mouth and looked up. "The house is bought with your money; once I gather enough funds—one million—I’ll redeem it from you. As for our joint overseas investment scheme: as long as neither Zhang Huizhi nor Ke Wenjie can access that twenty million cash, it can stay in an overseas account forever without issue. I have no obsession with that money; I can live happily on simple meals every day. Most importantly, I don’t want you to get into unnecessary trouble because of me; your so-called rational transfer carries risks."
Zong Zeyu urged again, "You need to sell Tongshan Real Estate now; only then will Ke Wenjie let you go. What reason does he have not to divorce? Isn’t it because he still thinks he can leverage Tongshan Real Estate for a second chance?"
Tong Le understood what Zong Zeyu meant. Just like being penniless, it was impossible for her to easily divorce Ke Wenjie unless she severed the connection with Tongshan Real Estate, leaving Ke Wenjie with no incentive to help her turn her life around. Once she became worthless to him, Ke Wenjie would naturally let her go.
As Tong Le grasped this cause-and-effect relationship, she also felt uneasy. She had too many interests tied up with Zong Zeyu now. The property worth two hundred million was still under Zong Zeyu's name, and although she had decided to give up that piece of real estate, her ten-million-dollar house was also in Zong Zeyu's hands, all for his benefit. Furthermore, the two million in overseas investments sat securely in an offshore account, and whether she could access that money was entirely up to Zong Zeyu.
If Zong Zeyu proposed to acquire Tongshan Real Estate, once that final move was made, she would hold no value for Ke Wenjie anymore, making divorce highly likely. But this also meant she would end up with nothing; she had tied herself completely to Zong Zeyu and lost her autonomy.
In truth, she had thought about it—she could live without money or a house as long as she could escape Ke Wenjie’s clutches at any cost. But there was one thing she could not lose: Tongshan Real Estate. It was a legacy from her family, and she couldn’t let their hard work be destroyed on her watch.
Tong Le did not distrust Zong Zeyu; rather, past relationships had left her deeply hurt. She was afraid and hesitant, feeling foolish and worried that she might end up losing everything.
Zong Zeyu waited for Tong Le's answer. She looked up and said earnestly, "You will return Tongshan Real Estate to me in the end, right? I can give up everything else—the land, the two million, even the house—but Tongshan Real Estate means so much to me. When I was young, my family told me that one day we would make the Tongshan brand known far and wide; that was their dream."
It was only at this moment that Zong Zeyu truly understood what mattered to Tong Le—not money or property, nor even the resentment deep within her. What she cared about were those irreplaceable things that money and time could not mend; those were priceless.
Zong Zeyu promised, "I swear I will return Tongshan Real Estate to you intact. I will help you make the Tongshan brand thrive."
At that moment, Tong Le felt a sense of relief wash over her. She lowered her head and began eating noodles with gusto, savoring each bite even more than before!
Zong Zeyu smiled warmly. "Are you really this happy? Tongshan Real Estate is yours after all; why are you so afraid that I won’t return it to you?"
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