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The dishes were served one after another. Lan Qingqing, who had been holding back her frustration, found it increasingly difficult to sit still. She hadn’t even started yet, and she felt like she had already lost!
She resented Tong Le for receiving such extravagant affection from Zong Zeyu. This meal alone seemed to rival the effort she had put in over the past three years! Reflecting on her years as a mistress, all she had to show for it was a rundown apartment and a car. Altogether, they barely added up to ten thousand!
Why? Why did Tong Le get everything she desired so easily? A house, a car, money, status—things that took her immense effort to barely grasp at the edges, while Tong Le didn’t have to lift a finger to have them handed to her on a silver platter!
Lan Qingqing’s face flushed with anger. Tian Ling, sitting diagonally across from her, intentionally poked fun at her. “Lan Qingqing, why is your face so red? Anyone would think you’re about to explode!”
Lan Qingqing quickly adjusted her emotions. She forcefully cut into the steak on her plate and spoke to Tong Le, “Lele, what’s the status between you and Ke Wenjie? What about Zong Zeyu? Has he made any promises or given you any explanations?”
Suddenly, Tian Ling burst into laughter. “What promises or explanations do we need? Those superficial things are unnecessary for our Tong Le! Zong Zeyu has already bought Tong Le a house!”
Tong Le coughed twice, and Tian Ling wisely fell silent. She knew Tong Le didn’t want to discuss these matters; she just wanted to give Lan Qingqing a taste of her own medicine so that Lan Qingqing wouldn’t stir up trouble or look down on others.
At this moment, Lan Qingqing felt even more frustrated. Her face was not only red but also tinged with a hint of green.
Trying to regain some dignity for herself, she thought it best to seize the opportunity while the novelty lasted and secure some material gains. Otherwise, if their complicated relationship soured one day, there would be nothing left to gain.
Lan Qingqing turned to Mo Kai Liang and reminded him, “Honey, let’s talk business—the factory rental issue.”
Mo Kai Liang paused for a moment before quickly getting into the right mindset. He pulled out a well-prepared document from his briefcase. Due to his inherent insecurity and desire to please, he subconsciously stood up when handing the document to Tong Le—not only presenting it with both hands but also bowing slightly.
Lan Qingqing kicked Mo Kai Liang’s pant leg under the table in frustration; she felt utterly embarrassed!
Mo Kai Liang addressed Tong Le, “This is my company’s factory plan. I can’t disclose all the details right now, but in simple terms, it’s about establishing a factory that produces steel products. It requires a large area of land. Please take a look at your plot and see if it meets our construction needs.”
Tong Le took the document and glanced through its contents; on the surface, everything seemed fine.
Lan Qingqing immediately chimed in, “So Lele, where exactly is your land? How about after we finish eating, we go take a look? I hope it’s not just a small piece of land that can’t even accommodate a warehouse for Mo Kai Liang!”
Tong Le remained silent; she knew Lan Qingqing was fishing for information. However, what lay behind this inquiry was still unclear.
Tong Le casually replied, “The land I have is more than enough for building this factory. However, I don’t plan on renting it out just yet. The location is prime and quite sought after; I’m thinking of selling it directly in two years.”
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