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Zong Zeyu was unwilling, saying, "What do you mean? Am I going to eat you or something? Do you really not want to be with me? Besides, we’ve slept in the same house before without being together, haven’t we?"
Tong Le felt embarrassed and retorted, "It’s different! The nature of it is different! Back then, we weren’t together, so we could keep our distance. But now it’s different! We’re together now!"
Zong Zeyu took a step closer to Tong Le, his gaze intense. "So what you’re saying is that now that we’re together, we don’t need to keep our distance anymore. Am I understanding you correctly?"
Tong Le's face flushed bright red. She pretended to be angry and said, "No way! I’m going upstairs! You’re not allowed to follow me!"
Zong Zeyu feigned a pitiful expression. "Alright, go upstairs then. I’ll sleep in the community park tonight. I noticed there are quite a few mosquitoes in your neighborhood. I’ll do a good deed and feed them with my own body."
Tong Le found herself in a dilemma; going upstairs seemed wrong, but staying put felt just as bad. She genuinely believed that Zong Zeyu could go through with feeding mosquitoes. When he got stubborn, he was as obstinate as a mule.
Standing there anxiously, she wanted to stomp her feet in frustration. Suddenly, Zong Zeyu walked up behind her and swept her off her feet, striding toward the door.
Tong Le struggled with all her might, protesting loudly, "No! I said no! No way!"
Zong Zeyu held her as if she were a little piglet—light and soft. With his height and strength, Tong Le’s struggles were futile. However, she was right about one thing: when they weren’t together, he could maintain some distance. But now that they were together, it was like a sheep entering a tiger's den—she had no say in the matter! In everyday life, he would accommodate her wishes on various matters, but this was one thing he wouldn’t budge on.
Meanwhile, at the Zong Family Mansion.
Zong Jin returned home to find Wu Youyou waiting anxiously in the hall—a silent tension hung in the air, ready to ignite.
Wu Youyou approached him and demanded, "Where have you been? You didn’t reply to my messages. Have you eaten? Were you busy with company matters tonight? But I just checked your social media; your driver left work and went home long ago. Where did you go?"
Wen Cuizhi quickly stepped forward and grabbed Wu Youyou's arm. "Youyou, why don’t you go upstairs and rest? Take a shower; I’ll come up later to disinfect your wound. Has it scabbed over yet? It seems like it’s healing pretty quickly."
Wu Youyou refused to leave. She moved closer to Zong Jin and sniffed him. "You smell like cooking oil. The restaurants you usually go to don’t have this smell. Did you go to someone else's house?"
Her eyes were filled with suspicion and disgust as she asked, "Did you go see Dao Wen?"
Zong Jin remained silent, not uttering a word. It was precisely this taciturn nature of his that drove Wu Youyou into a frenzy.
Suddenly, she began shouting and crying while throwing things around the room. She smashed a ceramic vase at the entrance into pieces and grabbed the vibrant bouquet of flowers to hurl at Zong Jin’s face.
The flower branches grazed Zong Jin’s chin, leaving a small cut.
Wen Cuizhi tried to intervene and shouted for the housekeeper, "Liu Sao! Get someone here!"
Three or four housekeepers rushed forward to restrain Wu Youyou.
Wen Cuizhi signaled to the housekeepers to take her back to her room carefully so she wouldn’t hurt herself.
Wu Youyou was carried upstairs as silence returned to the hall.
Wen Cuizhi stood before Zong Jin, lowering her head and rubbing her forehead as she sighed. "You should pack your things tonight and go abroad. Just say that there are business matters to handle in the United States, and don’t come back for now. Your brother can manage things here for the time being. Wait until Wu Youyou has stabilized emotionally before you return."
Zong Jin spoke up, "Mom, I've confirmed my relationship with Dao Wen. I want to marry Dao Wen. Before that, I need to resolve my situation with Wu Youyou. I owe an explanation to both Dao Wen and Wu Youyou."
Wen Cuizhi raised her head, her eyes filled with both excitement and nervousness. "You two have confirmed your relationship? Dao Wen agreed?"
Zong Jin replied, "I visited Wu Yutong once; I can't go to Dao Wen again. I promised Wu Youyou that I wouldn't marry or date anyone else. I was hasty and didn't think it through. Since it's a promise I made, I need to take responsibility for it. I can't be a coward now."
Wen Cuizhi felt relieved, grateful that her son hadn’t let past guilt cloud his judgment. No matter how deep the regret from the past, one must move forward instead of dragging along burdens that could weigh them down and erode their character.
After a moment of thought, Wen Cuizhi suggested, "Then let’s do this: you should pack your bags and say you're going to America for about one to two weeks. During this time, I'll find a way to persuade Wu Youyou. Once she has had some time and the police have thoroughly resolved the case, you can come back. By then, Wu Youyou will have regained her rationality, and we can help you talk to her."
Zong Jin considered his mother’s words and agreed; she was right that now wasn’t the time for a head-on confrontation. He had already decided to face his feelings instead of avoiding them or living in guilt. Therefore, he should handle this relationship with a more tactful approach.
"That makes sense," Zong Jin replied. "Okay, I'll go upstairs now and pack my things."
Wen Cuizhi then added thoughtfully, "By the way, son, how about temporarily moving to Dao Wen's neighborhood?"
Zong Jin responded.
Wen Cuizhi smiled knowingly. "You understand what your mother means, right?"
Zong Jin felt a bit embarrassed and nodded slightly.
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