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Just as Ke Wenjie was about to speak, Tong Le immediately turned the tables on him, blocking his mouth. "What do you want to say now? Are you going to say something nice or threaten me? The company's audit is still ongoing, and our marriage is hanging by a thread. Ke Wenjie, I haven't reported you for embezzling company funds out of respect for you. But if it turns out that you've really moved ten million in cash from the company, do you think you can still stand here and talk to me?"
Zhang Huizhi trembled with rage, pointing a finger at Tong Le, wishing she could strangle her. If it weren't for Ke Wenjie holding her arm tightly, Zhang Huizhi would have lunged at Tong Le by now.
"This is my son's company!" Zhang Huizhi shouted. "My son can handle the company's assets however he wants! The success of the company over the years is all thanks to my son! You, a shameless whore! You cheated with a wealthy man and now you're making things difficult for my son. You're insane, shameless, and deserve to be punished!"
Tong Le remained unfazed, calmly retorting, "Punishing your entire family wouldn't be enough for you. My parents have passed away; I'm the only one left in the Tong family. And by the way, I really should educate you on the law—what company is your son's? You should take a look at the business license hanging on the wall; the company is mine. I am the legal representative and the major shareholder! But you're right about one thing: your son has indeed been occupying and managing this company. If it weren't for his amateurish skills, Tongshan Real Estate might have gone public long ago."
Tong Le deliberately chose harsh words. At first, Ke Wenjie didn't react, but when he finally did, Tong Le couldn't help but laugh.
Ke Wenjie looked at Tong Le's familiar yet unfamiliar face. Was this really his wife? She was completely different in temperament, speech, and character. He couldn't understand how someone could change so drastically in just a few days.
Tong Le suddenly remembered something. "Oh right, Zhang Huizhi, what you said earlier was particularly accurate. I did cheat with a wealthy man—one who not only has money but also status far superior to your son’s pathetic 'Phoenix Man' status."
Zhang Huizhi was nearly driven to a heart attack from anger.
The more Tong Le attacked with words, the less Ke Wenjie dared to retaliate. He began to realize that his position was becoming increasingly weak; he couldn't act recklessly.
Finally, Ke Wenjie spoke up. "Let's talk in the conference room. I'm here to negotiate today, not to argue."
"Sure," Tong Le replied readily. "Let's go."
The three of them headed to the conference room and sat down.
Facing the ugly expressions of Ke Wenjie and Zhang Huizhi made Tong Le feel increasingly disgusted.
Ke Wenjie struggled to suppress his emotions and pushed his phone toward Tong Le. On the screen was a secretly taken photo of her having dinner with Zong Zeyu at a noodle shop last night.
As he was about to question her, Tong Le preemptively explained, "Is this strange? Your mother has said countless times that I've cheated on you. So what's so weird about having dinner with my affair partner?"
Tong Le continued, "Oh right, when you were cheating before and running around with other women, wasn't it the same? But I didn't make a fuss about it like you did; you even brought a female employee into the office for some 'exercise.' Did I ever say anything?"
Ke Wenjie was stunned into silence; he didn't dare speak up. He feared that the person Tong Le mentioned might be Lan Qingqing. He thought he had hidden it well enough not to be discovered.
Tong Le didn't expose Ke Wenjie's affair with Lan Qingqing; she wanted to keep Lan Qingqing around for a while longer—the truth revealed too soon would ruin all the fun.
Tong Le tapped on the table lightly; the sound echoed sharply in the room like a hammer striking Ke Wenjie's already wounded psyche.
"By the way," she said casually, "the female employee who left recently—what was her name? Ah yes, Amy—she told me everything about how you two often had 'exercise' sessions in the office."
Tong Le smiled nonchalantly as if discussing how Ke Wenjie was just an animal who couldn't control himself and would engage in 'exercise' wherever he went without being picky.
Ke Wenjie's face turned red with embarrassment while Zhang Huizhi felt awkward beside him.
Suddenly, Zhang Huizhi slammed her hand on the table and pointed at Tong Le. "Ke Wenjie is a man! An excellent man! What man doesn't have a harem behind him? It seems like you're confused! It's perfectly normal for Ke Wenjie to interact with other women! That's what all men do!"
Tong Le nodded with a smile and said, "Exactly! In short, I’m just doing what every woman in the world would do—finding a few wealthy husbands."
Zhang Huizhi, furious, shouted, "Tong Le, you’re asking for it!"
Tong Le frowned and waved her hand dismissively in front of her, saying with disgust, "Did you eat something dirty this morning? Why are you talking like that? It stinks!"
Ke Wenjie struggled to speak and asked, "So, whose child is in your belly? Is it mine? Or Zong Zeyu's? Or Hou Yi's?"
Tong Le was a bit surprised. "Why are you bringing Hou Yi into this? I only have one baby in here; I can't recognize three fathers."
Ke Wenjie clenched his fists, his anger and pain reaching their peak. The Tong Le he once trampled on and abused could now easily ride on his head and mock him. He had never imagined such a day would come—never!
Ke Wenjie felt like he was losing his mind. His eyes were red as he held back his emotions. When he raised his head, the veins on his forehead were particularly prominent. He gritted his teeth, as if trying to crush them.
With great difficulty, he spoke, "I can forgive your infidelity. I don’t want a divorce. You can have the baby; if it’s mine, that’s great. If not, I can help raise it. We can live like we used to."
Tong Le replied bluntly, "You’re thinking too much, Ke Wenjie. You only have two options: either divorce me quietly and compensate for my losses and those of the company, or go explain your financial crimes to the police."
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