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He imagined that if he had eliminated Tong Le's mother first and then disposed of Tong Le herself, perhaps today’s encounter would never have happened. He sighed silently, feeling tormented as his emotions swung between regret and unwillingness throughout the day. He wondered how long this kind of life would continue, eagerly anticipating the day he would rise from the ashes. He absolutely could not afford to lose; he would win!
A week later, at Tongshan Real Estate Company.
Tong Le's divorce proceedings were officially concluded, marking the end of seven long months of torment. Legally, she and Ke Wenjie were no longer married; she had regained her single status and her freedom.
The staff at Si Li celebrated together, with Jiang Zhichao even setting off small fireworks. Tong Le was naturally happy and excited. She granted a day off to all the employees and declared today a holiday in honor of their newfound freedom, naming it Freedom Day.
One by one, the employees left the office to enjoy their leisurely day off. Jiang Zhichao peeked into the office doorway and teased, "Sister Tong, are you heading to Zong Group later?"
Tong Le smiled and replied, "How did you know? Wen is over there too. Today is a good day; we need to celebrate!"
At that moment, Jin Zi Meng leaned her head on Jiang Zhichao's shoulder and said, "Sister Tong, I've practiced my dance routine. When do you have time to see my results?"
Tong Le responded, "Let’s see how the day goes. Everyone should go home and relax! Shop if you want to or take a break; you've all worked hard lately."
Jiang Zhichao immediately pledged his loyalty, "Sister Tong, from now on we’ll follow you to enjoy the good life!"
As Tong Le packed her things and stood up with her bag on her shoulder, she remarked, "Your words are getting sweeter! I’ll have a big task for you later; do well and I’ll give you a raise."
Jiang Zhichao stood at attention and replied enthusiastically, "Yes, Sister Tong! I will serve you faithfully!"
Leaving the office and heading down in the elevator, Tong Le received a WeChat message from Zong Zeyu. He wrote that he had originally planned to celebrate with her but had to meet a distinguished guest—one of the national leaders—and needed to do it personally.
Tong Le replied, "Don’t worry about me; I’ve heard from Wen that you and Zong Jin are busy. I’m going to Zong Group now. After you're done, let’s have dinner together."
Zong Zeyu: "Dinner first, then go get your marriage certificate?"
Seeing Zong Zeyu's playful response made her laugh out loud. This time, it was a carefree laugh filled with happiness—free from pressure or burdens. She no longer felt guilty or conflicted about her feelings for Zong Zeyu; now that she was single again, she felt light and free. Her body and heart belonged to this vast world where she could love anyone she wanted.
As Tong Le stepped out of the office building with a smile still on her face, a familiar car suddenly screeched to a halt right in front of her—so close that it nearly hit her.
The car came to an abrupt stop, and the person who got out was Lan Qingqing.
Lan Qingqing approached with malicious intent in her eyes, filled with disdain. She slammed the car door shut with a loud bang as if to make a statement.
Standing in front of Tong Le with her arms crossed defiantly, Lan Qingqing sneered sarcastically, "Congratulations, Tong Le! You’re single again—finally free from being Zong Zeyu's mistress! It must have been tough for you like a rat in a sewer finally seeing daylight! Oh right, I must say you really know how to play your cards; before regaining your single status, you sued me for your shared marital property with Ke Wenjie. You’re about to become Zong Zeyu's wealthy wife but still won’t let go of my little bit of change? I can’t tell if you're short on cash or just petty!"
A cold laugh escaped from Lan Qingqing. "You really have some skills, managing to get Zong Zeyu to find such an impressive lawyer. He just took five hundred thousand straight from my account! Tong Le, it must feel great to be a little schemer, huh? I never would have guessed you were this cunning!"
Tong Le shrugged, recognizing that Lan Qingqing was merely venting her frustrations. Previously, she had sued Lan Qingqing, accusing her of being the other woman and claiming a share of the marital assets between her and Ke Wenjie. The court had sided with her; such cases were common, and as long as one filed a lawsuit, the mistress could be compelled to return the money.
Tong Le had even given Lan Qingqing a discount, not asking for too much—just the right amount: five hundred thousand.
With a smile, Tong Le remarked, "Sometimes I really can't tell if you don't understand the law or if you're just pretending not to. You’re like a rat in a sewer but act as if you're squeaky clean. Don’t you realize that the money taken by the mistress can be reclaimed? You have the guts to be a mistress but lack the brains to handle it. But now that's all over; I’ve divorced Ke Wenjie. You can be with him now; I’m handing over my position to you. You should be thrilled, right?"
Lan Qingqing's eyes turned red with anger.
Tong Le glanced at Lan Qingqing's abdomen in surprise. "Oh, looks like you’re showing! It seems you've made up your mind to keep this child."
Lan Qingqing shot back defiantly, "Whether I keep it or not is none of your business! Who are you to comment on my life? But I’ve heard that you’re not even pregnant! I’m angry about how you deceived me before, but with your empty belly and no child from the Zong family, what do you think you'll use to keep Zong Zeyu tied to you? It won’t be long before he gets tired of you. Once he’s done playing with this bland cabbage of yours, you'll definitely revert to your true self!"
Tong Le couldn't be bothered to argue with Lan Qingqing anymore. She casually deflected, "Just make sure to let me know when you and Ke Wenjie get married; I must send my blessings!"
With that, Tong Le walked away. Lan Qingqing grabbed her arm tightly. "Tong Le! Just wait! There will come a day when you'll beg me for mercy!"
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