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The entire night, Zhang Huizhi hardly slept. She was contemplating how to negotiate with Zong Zeyu the next morning. She wasn't sure why Ke Wenjie and Ke Wei Qiang had been taken away by the police, but if Zong Zeyu was willing to help, as Lan Qingqing had suggested, it could not only lead to their release but perhaps even a nice payoff from Zong Zeyu.
Zhang Huizhi forced herself to stay awake until eight in the morning. After getting ready, she headed out to the Zong Group building. The security at the lobby wouldn't let her in, so she stubbornly stood on the steps at the entrance, telling everyone who passed by that she was Tong Le's mother-in-law and needed to speak with Zong Zeyu.
Everyone in the company knew about the affair between Zong Zeyu and Tong Le; good news seldom travels far while bad news spreads like wildfire. Soon enough, gossip about Tong Le resurfaced within the company. This reached Zong Zeyu's ears, prompting him to arrive at the office earlier than usual for Zhang Huizhi.
When Zong Zeyu saw Zhang Huizhi sitting on the steps, she was rambling on incessantly, criticizing Tong Le whenever someone walked by. As soon as Zong Zeyu stood beside her, she hadn’t even looked up to recognize him before she began slandering him, claiming that he was having an affair with her daughter-in-law Tong Le and that he had no idea what kind of person Tong Le truly was. She went on about how ruthless Tong Le could be, even daring to betray her own husband.
Before she could finish her tirade, Zong Zeyu's expression darkened as he spoke coldly.
Zhang Huizhi quickly looked up and stood up; finally, her benefactor had arrived!
Inside the office, the secretary prepared tea and fruit for Zhang Huizhi before leaving. Zong Zeyu sat across from her with a blank expression.
Zhang Huizhi sensed the low pressure emanating from him and took a sip of hot tea to mask her nervousness.
Zong Zeyu remained silent, his gaze fixed on her. The serious atmosphere in the office was palpable; even with a pink bed in the corner, it did little to ease Zhang Huizhi's tension.
In her mind, she thought of Zong Zeyu as just a kid around her son's age—how formidable could he really be? He merely had a bit more money than others; without his fancy suit, he was just another guy walking on two legs.
However, at this moment, Zhang Huizhi's perception shifted. She felt an icy aura surrounding Zong Zeyu that made him seem unapproachable. It was a cold blue presence that contrasted sharply with her fear of Ke Wei Qiang, whose aura was dark and chaotic—sticky and unpleasant.
Zong Zeyu exuded a certain quality; his presence was not chaotic but rather chilling, making one feel as if words spoken in his presence could turn to ice.
She recalled her last visit to the Zong Group when she mistook Zong Jin for him; he didn’t have such a strong aura and seemed somewhat easier to deal with.
Feeling somewhat subdued, Zhang Huizhi cleared her throat and spoke up. “I came here today because I need something from you. But let’s not call it begging; think of it as a negotiation. You’re involved with my daughter-in-law now, right? How about this: I’ll let you have Tong Le if you help me out. I’ll make my son divorce her immediately so that she can settle down with you.”
Zong Zeyu remained silent, his expression still cold.
Zhang Huizhi hesitated to meet his gaze but continued, “But I’m not doing this for free. My son is in some trouble right now; you need to help me get him out of the police station and ensure he doesn’t face any more issues in the future. If you can help me with this small favor, I’ll make sure my son divorces Tong Le and won’t bother you again!”
Gathering courage, she added, “You helping me is a small favor compared to what I’m offering you! To be fair, you should also give me some compensation—consider it severance pay for Tong Le after the divorce. You’re wealthy enough; just cover this expense for her.”
After saying all this, Zhang Huizhi's heart raced. She feared that Zong Zeyu would reject her or throw her out. However, if he truly cared for Tong Le, she thought there shouldn’t be any problem with her proposal since after all, he was just a foolish man with plenty of money.
"Zong Zeyu," he began, "are you saying that if I give you money, you'll agree to let Tong Le get a divorce? If I don't give you the money, you'll hold onto Tong Le and not let her go? Is that what you're implying?"
Zhang Huizhi thought for a moment and realized he was right; that was exactly the implication.
Zong Zeyu smirked coldly. "How much do you want?"
Zhang Huizhi started calculating in her mind. Before she left, she had thought about asking for twenty million, just enough to recover the two million she lost in a failed investment. That would leave her with no regrets. But now, she sensed that Zong Zeyu seemed particularly easy to negotiate with; he hadn’t asked any unnecessary questions and was ready to hand over the money.
She adjusted her bargaining chip. "Fifty million. You buy Tong Le's freedom, and I'll agree to let her divorce Ke Wenjie, allowing you to be with Tong Le."
Zong Zeyu replied, "Whether Tong Le can get a divorce still depends on your instructions?"
Zhang Huizhi felt a surge of confidence. Of course! She had to listen to me! She is our family's daughter-in-law; in our household, my word is law! Besides, now that Tong Le is pregnant with your child, this should be a smooth transaction. Help me get my son out of this mess and give me fifty million, and we’ll agree never to disturb you again.
The more she spoke, the more assured she felt. She believed she had the upper hand in this negotiation. Zong Zeyu seemed wealthy and powerful; even if fifty million was too much, forty million was definitely within reach!
As Zhang Huizhi reveled in her good fortune, Zong Zeyu agreed readily. "Fine, fifty million."
Zhang Huizhi's eyes widened in disbelief. After all these years, this was the first time she had stumbled upon such an unexpected windfall! If she had known Zong Zeyu would be so agreeable, she would have asked for an extra ten million!
She hurriedly stood up. "Then you need to find someone right away! Call your contacts at the police station. Everyone says you have the power to move mountains; get my son out of there!"
Zong Zeyu feigned innocence. "Should I transfer the money first or rescue your son? Also, what exactly did your son get arrested for?"
Zhang Huizhi replied anxiously, "I’m not sure about the details. Why don’t you transfer the money first? Once that’s done, you can quickly arrange for someone to get my son out, and I promise I’ll make sure Tong Le divorces Ke Wenjie and is with you!"
Excitement mixed with anxiety coursed through her veins as beads of sweat formed on her palms. She felt that good days were just around the corner; Zong Zeyu was so accommodating that he would become an ATM she could use at will!
In her heart, she couldn’t help but express gratitude towards Lan Qingqing; her brilliant suggestion was truly remarkable!
Zong Zeyu immediately called his secretary to prepare the funds for Zhang Huizhi. At that moment, Zhang Huizhi's phone rang—it was Lan Qingqing calling.
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