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Hou Yi sighed, "Alright then, let's reschedule." As the elevator doors closed, he couldn't help but feel a sense of helplessness. Once upon a time, he had always been the one in control in relationships, deciding when to date and when to break up. Now, however, he found himself at the mercy of someone else.
Feeling agitated, Hou Yi pulled out his phone. Coincidentally, a message from his friend Vance popped up: "I'm feeling down. Where are you? Come keep me company."
Hou Yi replied, "Let's meet at the gym. I'm feeling frustrated too."
Meanwhile, in Tong Le's office, she walked in to find Zong Zeyu sitting on the sofa. He had been anxiously watching the interaction between Tong Le and Hou Yi from the doorway. Tension filled him; if Hou Yi dared to lay a finger on Tong Le, he would charge out and break Hou Yi's hand!
Fortunately, nothing had happened.
Zong Zeyu took a deep breath and sat up straight, casually picking up a document and pretending to be nonchalant.
Tong Le entered the room and remarked, "You’re holding the document upside down. Stop pretending."
Zong Zeyu blinked at the document in surprise; she was right.
Tong Le continued, "And you too—don’t come to my company without my permission, and don’t bring milk tea for my employees."
Zong Zeyu crossed his legs and replied sarcastically, "Sure, sure. I wonder who said they had feelings for me just a while ago. Now just a few days later, you won’t even let me come to your company."
Tong Le marched up to Zong Zeyu and snapped, "Shut up! Don’t be sarcastic! The entire Tongshan Real Estate is mortgaged to Zong Group now. I’m working hard not just for myself but to pay off my debt to you! Don’t mix things up! And don’t put words in my mouth!"
Zong Zeyu continued with his sarcasm, "Alright then, if you don’t want to marry me, then don’t. I’m just an ordinary guy with no special qualities—just a bit of money and no romantic flair. And looks? Well, I’m just average. You’ve only been looking at me for a few months before you got tired of me; it’s my fault for not being charming enough."
He sighed heavily. "Talking about it just makes me feel heartbroken. If you don’t love me, then fine. You can say all those grand things; I understand."
Zong Zeyu’s handsome face twisted into a frown as he lamented his own shortcomings.
Tong Le listened to his twisted words and retorted angrily, "I never said I didn’t want to get married! Stop making things up! That’s not what I meant!"
Zong Zeyu looked up at her with hopeful eyes. "So you do want to marry me?"
Tong Le was momentarily speechless as she fell into Zong Zeyu's trap.
She turned away and headed towards her desk, trying to ignore him.
But unexpectedly, Zong Zeyu sprawled across the sofa, crossing his long legs over the armrest on the other side. He closed his eyes and said, "Tomorrow have my assistant bring in a bigger sofa so I can rest here comfortably when I come by."
Tong Le shouted, "You Zong Group!"
Zong Zeyu lay down more comfortably and said, "When are you going to marry me? When will I become Zong?"
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