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As the meeting drew to a close, Tong Le sat quietly beside Zong Zeyu, resembling a little sparrow. She watched him speak at the front, exuding charm and confidence. Perhaps it was the lingering affection he had shown her before that made her feel so captivated now, as he appeared serious and dedicated to his work, radiating an undeniable charisma that drew her in completely.
After the meeting ended, Tong Le accompanied Zong Zeyu as they bid farewell to several high-ranking leaders, including those she could only see on television. Throughout the process, she felt nervous; however, this time she was not intimidated. She knew she had regained her freedom—clean and clear of any scandals or controversies.
In Zong Zeyu's office, Dao Wen and Zong Jin followed them inside. Dao Wen flopped onto the sofa, gasping for breath. "Oh, I thought I was going to suffocate! This skirt I wore today is a bit too tight; I was afraid my stomach would burst out."
Zong Jin replied bluntly, "Your stomach isn't that big anyway, and there's no need to wear such a tight skirt."
Dao Wen shot him a disdainful look. "What did you just say?"
Zong Jin pondered for a moment before repeating, "I said your stomach isn't that big; you don't need to—"
Before he could finish his sentence, Dao Wen glared at him with a murderous look in her eyes. "Are you saying my stomach is big?"
Zong Jin quickly backtracked. "No, I meant you're not big." Realizing he had misspoken again, he hurriedly corrected himself. "I mean, your stomach isn't big!"
"You don't have a little belly!" he added again.
Dao Wen's eyes were like daggers aimed at him; it seemed she was ready to retaliate.
Even Zong Zeyu and Tong Le, who were standing nearby, felt a bead of sweat trickle down their backs.
Zong Zeyu sighed and said to his brother, "Maybe you should take a class on language arts."
Zong Jin's face darkened; he felt like his soul was about to leave his body. He had heard that women with strong personalities were not to be trifled with, but now he truly understood.
At that moment, the Female Secretary entered the room, holding a stack of contract documents in her arms. She approached Zong Zeyu and said, "Zong Zeyu, these contracts still need Miss Tong's signature."
Zong Zeyu turned to Tong Le and asked, "Why haven't you signed them?"
Tong Le took the stack of contracts from her and pulled out the property agreement and the agreement for returning Tongshan Real Estate Company. "I'll sign these two contracts. As for the remaining overseas investment funds and that piece of land disguised as a dowry property—I don't want them."
She spread the contracts out on the table and quickly signed her name. All she wanted was her old house and the revival of Tongshan Real Estate Company. The land was never hers to begin with; although two hundred million sounded tempting, it wasn't something she desired.
Zong Zeyu looked puzzled. "What about the twenty million overseas investment funds? You don't want those either? I've already processed it through legitimate channels and transferred twenty million in cash from Zhang Huizhi; that money belongs to you."
Tong Le replied earnestly, "Let that twenty million stay in the overseas account until Ke Wenjie is sentenced to death in prison. Then I'll reconsider whether to withdraw it. First of all, I don't want you to take unnecessary risks because of me. Since it's an investment fund abroad, it shouldn't be transferred back here. I know what you mean by 'transfer'; it's risky and could easily lead to accusations of fraud or money laundering. I won't let you bear even a hint of financial risk. Secondly, I don't need the money—I have food, shelter, and work. I'm doing well now; I don't lack for anything."
Zong Jin listened to Tong Le's explanation and nodded, finding it reasonable. Tong Le had considered everything thoroughly, and due to economic risk factors, he also advised against transferring two million overseas so quickly; it could lead to complications.
Zong Zeyu immediately said, "Then I'll cover it for you personally."
Tong Le refused, stating, "I told you I’m not short on money. Tongshan Real Estate has just started to get on track, and it won’t be long before there’s a stable cash flow. I really don’t need the money."
Dao Wen, sitting on the sofa, spoke up, "Zong Zeyu, you should listen to Tong Le. She’s just that kind of person; she’d rather the whole world owe her than she owe anyone else."
Tong Le handed two signed contracts to her female secretary and politely said, "Please arrange the subsequent procedures and processes."
Unable to persuade Tong Le otherwise, Zong Zeyu knew this would likely be the outcome. However, his intentions were simple and pure; he just wanted Tong Le to be well and not worry about money.
He sighed quietly and said, "Then let’s do it your way."
Looking at the time, Zong Zeyu asked, "Are you going to stay with me at the company today? We’ll celebrate in the evening."
Tong Le playfully replied, "I’ll wait for you in the office lobby; I won’t disturb you."
Zong Zeyu frowned. "What are you going to do in the office lobby? Just wait for me in my office."
He pointed to a pink bed in the corner that hadn’t been touched in a long time. "Of course, you can rest there. Go ahead and sleep."
Tong Le shook her head. "No way! What do you mean sleeping during the day? I’ll wait for you in the lobby; it’s more comfortable there."
Zong Zeyu found Tong Le a bit strange today but didn’t think much of it. After all, it was the first day of her being single again; excitement was normal.
However, Dao Wen didn’t share that view. She knew Tong Le best; even if the sky were to fall, Tong Le could maintain her composure. A little divorce wouldn’t cause such excitement. Although she was thrilled, it didn’t seem like enough reason for her to be so animated in the lobby. Dao Wen felt that Tong Le's behavior today was indeed a bit unusual.
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