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Ke Wenjie did not refuse Zhang Huizhi. He certainly knew that Lan Qingqing had savings. Over the years, Lan Qingqing, with her cunning nature, had taken a lot of money from him and had likely hidden away quite a bit of her own.
With Ke Wenjie's permission, Zhang Huizhi directly walked out of the room to ask Lan Qingqing for money. At that moment, Lan Qingqing was in the kitchen whispering with Mo Kai Liang. Zhang Huizhi called out, "What are you two secretly discussing?"
Mo Kai Liang was startled and turned around to explain, "Aunt, I was just telling Lan Qingqing about a recipe."
Zhang Huizhi shot him a glance and gestured for him to leave. "You can go downstairs; I need to talk to her."
Once Mo Kai Liang left, Zhang Huizhi grabbed Lan Qingqing's arm and asked, "How much money do you have right now?"
Lan Qingqing had already guessed that Zhang Huizhi would come to her for money. With Ke Wenjie in a tight spot and Zhang Huizhi lacking any financial sense, it was only natural that someone would come sniffing around for cash.
"What’s going on?" Lan Qingqing asked.
Zhang Huizhi replied impatiently, "What do you think? The family is in trouble now. If you don’t help Ke Wenjie, who will? I know you have some hidden savings—give whatever you can! Help Ke Wenjie through this crisis!"
Lan Qingqing initially wanted to refuse outright but decided to be clever this time. There was no need to be too clear with someone as unreasonable as Zhang Huizhi. After all, she and Mo Kai Liang would be escaping this wretched place tomorrow, and by then, it would be difficult for Zhang Huizhi to find her!
Lan Qingqing concocted a plan to tease Zhang Huizhi. "You're right; we are family. I do have some savings. I recently invested in a fixed-term deposit at the bank—two hundred thousand in total. If you need it, I can go to the bank tomorrow and withdraw that money."
Zhang Huizhi's eyes lit up. "Wow, you really have two hundred thousand! I was just thinking that if you said you were broke, I would sell the apartment under your name! After all, this place was bought by my son for you. If you don’t even have the awareness of that, then you don’t deserve to enjoy my son’s fortune! Once he makes big money, I won’t let him spend a single cent on you!"
Lan Qingqing almost laughed out loud. In previous years, Ke Wenjie had also made quite a bit from Tongshan Real Estate—over several million a year—but he had never been generous with her.
"Sure," she agreed readily. "Tomorrow morning, I'll go to the bank and get the money."
Satisfied, Zhang Huizhi prepared to leave but suddenly remembered something. "Is Tong Le really living openly with Zong Zeyu now?"
Lan Qingqing shrugged. "What else? Is she supposed to come back and live with you?"
Zhang Huizhi gritted her teeth in anger. "She should be chained up and taken back to the village! Let her live as a guard dog for the rest of her life!"
Lan Qingqing probed further, "Are you really going to let Tong Le give birth to Zong's child? That’s his flesh and blood! If you don’t find a way to deal with Tong Le’s pregnancy soon, she’ll be riding on your heads for decades until the day you die!"
Zhang Huizhi shouted angrily, "No way! Even if I die, I won’t let her have it easy!"
Lan Qingqing mischievously stirred the pot. "I saw Tong Le today; she looked so proud and aloof. She’s probably planning her revenge against you and Ke Wenjie soon. She even threatened to hire a lawyer to reclaim all the money Ke Wenjie spent on me during our marriage. I suspect once she’s done tormenting me, she’ll come after both of you for a proper reckoning—you wouldn’t believe how badly she spoke about you two!"
Zhang Huizhi trembled with rage. "Did she really say that?"
Lan Qingqing nodded emphatically. "Of course!"
Lan Qingqing continued to stoke the flames, so Tong Le's misdeeds had reached a point where Zhang Huizhi really needed to think of a way to deal with her. After all, that child in her womb must not be allowed to come into this world!
Zhang Huizhi felt troubled, but there was no one to help her now. Ke Wei Qiang was locked up, Jin Feng had run away, and Jin Feng had drawn a clear line with her. It was even less likely that she could ask her daughter for help. Who should she turn to?
Lan Qingqing's gaze was sharp. "You can take matters into your own hands. Whether Ke Wenjie can live a smooth and happy life in the future depends on you. After all, you are his only Tong Le!"
Zhang Huizhi frowned, feeling at a loss. She was not quick-witted and truly didn't know how to get rid of the child in Tong Le's belly.
Zhang Huizhi twisted her brows and said, "Let me think about it here for a moment; my head is pounding! You should go to the bank early tomorrow and transfer the money directly to me."
The next morning.
Zhang Huizhi woke up early because Ke Wenjie had already terminated the leases for both the downstairs apartment and the one across the hall. She needed to organize her things and move upstairs.
From now on, the four of them would be crammed into one apartment. Although life would be a bit inconvenient, at least it was their own property. The apartment was under Lan Qingqing's name, which meant they wouldn't have to pay rent and could save some expenses.
Times had changed, and Zhang Huizhi had to start budgeting her life carefully.
She packed all her belongings and made several trips up and down the stairs, delivering everything to the upstairs apartment.
By noon, Lan Qingqing had already gone to work at the company, and Mo Kai Liang had left before dawn for an unknown purpose.
Only Ke Wenjie remained shut in his bedroom, still immersed in his feelings of grief and anger, unable to come up with a good plan for the time being.
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