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Hua Rongxiao had mentioned this to him before!
Just as Ke Wenjie was about to speak, the Male Lawyer impatiently said, "Get out of the car. I'll help you with the divorce. Hua Jie said that when she’s ready to contact you, you can meet again."
Ke Wenjie didn’t want to make a fool of himself and got out of the car. He stood on the ground, watching as the lawyer's car drove away. Even a small-time lawyer drove a car worth over a million; why was that fair?
He kicked a stone by the roadside in frustration. He took out his phone, wanting to call Hua Rongxiao to get to the bottom of things, but after pressing the number, he remembered the lawyer's warning and hesitated.
Feeling dejected, he realized that he had lost everything and could only rely on Hua Rongxiao as his last card.
Ke Wenjie went to the hospital to visit Zhang Huizhi and also to get himself checked out. He had nearly been tortured to death at the gym earlier and was worried about internal injuries.
However, upon entering the ward, he was stunned by what he saw.
Mo Kai Liang was absent; only Zhang Huizhi was there.
Zhang Huizhi was tied up with flowers on the hospital bed, completely unable to move. Her mouth was sealed shut, her hair was cut unevenly, and there were patches of baldness on the back of her head. Her face was smeared with colors, and several intravenous needles were stuck in her arms.
Ke Wenjie rushed over to Zhang Huizhi and tore off the seal from her mouth.
Zhang Huizhi burst into tears. "Son! Lan Qingqing is trying to kill me! It’s all her doing! She even told the nurses not to disturb me so I could rest properly; she wants me dead! She scared me by saying she would pick up needles from the trash and stab me with them!"
Zhang Huizhi cried out in fear; it was the first time in her life she had been tormented like this. For an entire afternoon, she had endured both mental and physical torture from Lan Qingqing. Mo Kai Liang seemed to have disappeared, leaving her at Lan Qingqing's mercy!
Ke Wenjie prepared to call the police and file a complaint against the hospital, but Zhang Huizhi hurriedly stopped him. "Son, don’t call the police! Your father is already in trouble, and the police are suspicious of you. Don’t draw their attention; we can’t report it!"
Ke Wenjie growled, "Did Lan Qingqing tell you all this? Is she the one who warned you not to call the police?"
Zhang Huizhi nodded through her tears. "Yes, but she’s not wrong; we really can’t provoke anyone right now."
Ke Wenjie felt utterly defeated. When someone is down on their luck, even dogs will take a dump on their heads!
However, there was some truth in her words; he really couldn’t afford to stir up trouble now. The wall poisoning case didn’t have direct evidence linking him to it, but who knew what might slip through?
Given how persistent Zong Zeyu had been with him today, it wouldn’t be surprising if Zong Zeyu helped Tong Le investigate this case thoroughly.
He needed to keep a low profile.
Ke Wenjie took out his phone and called Mo Kai Liang but got no answer. What he didn’t know was that at that moment, Mo Kai Liang was at a gambling table trying his luck, determined to win a hundred thousand for starting a business and marrying Lan Qingqing!
Ke Wenjie leaned against the railing of the hospital bed in despair. "Mom, I’m sorry for making you suffer; I’m an unfilial son!"
At the Zong Family Mansion, Zong Zeyu entered the hall and immediately saw Wu Youyou causing a scene. Various paints were scattered across the floor, and a huge easel stood in the center of the hall. Dressed in black with paint splattered all over her clothes, Wu Youyou was passionately painting away.
Zong Zeyu stood behind Wu Youyou, watching the painting on the easel. The canvas was a deep black, and in the scene, there was a very tall diving platform. At the edge of the platform, a man leaped into the air, creating a faint rainbow behind him.
Zong Zeyu frowned and asked, "What does this mean?"
Wu Youyou jumped in surprise. She turned around, still holding her paintbrush, with her face smeared like a little calico cat.
Wen Cuizhi came over, chattering away. "She's been at it since she got home, as if she's trying to finish some monumental masterpiece. I've been watching for ages and still can't figure out what she's painting."
Wu Youyou pouted. "I don't need you to understand! I understand it myself!"
Zong Zeyu turned to Wen Cuizhi and asked, "Where's my brother?"
Wen Cuizhi's expression became even more intriguing. She pointed toward the direction of the restaurant. "That big fool has been fiddling with his phone in there for over an hour."
She leaned closer to Zong Zeyu and said, "Your brother is chatting with Wen about work, laughing like an idiot from time to time. At this rate, I might have to take him to see a doctor; he’s acting like a simpleton."
Zong Zeyu chuckled and then remembered something. "By the way, Mom, where's the household registration book?"
Wen Cuizhi immediately became serious. "What do you need that for?"
With a proud look on his face, Zong Zeyu replied, "I’m about to get officially employed and get married."
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