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In the Zong Group, downstairs, Tong Le and Zong Zeyu got out of the car. Tong Le pushed Zong Zeyu from behind as they made their way toward the lobby. Zong Zeyu was very resistant to entering the company, much like a mischievous boy who hated school when he was young.
"Focus and work hard!" Tong Le urged as she pushed him along. "The Zong Clan Meeting is just a couple of days away! Your mother called me specifically to say you’ve been skipping work. Even the higher-ups are complaining to her about you! You just hang around my place every day—are you going to work or not? Are you going to make money or not?"
Zong Zeyu replied lazily, "Wife, I really have no desire to work. How about we go on our honeymoon instead? We can get our marriage certificate now and set off this afternoon!"
Tong Le managed to push Zong Zeyu into the elevator, her wrist aching from the effort. She pointed at his face, saying, "You better behave and do your job! After it’s all over, you can go wherever you want!"
At that moment, Tong Le's phone buzzed with a message. The prize from the Scratch Card had been credited so quickly!
Tong Le smiled sweetly; it was her first time winning such a big prize, and she didn’t even know how to spend it.
Zong Zeyu chuckled quietly to himself; his wife was so easy to fool, believing him with just a few words.
Once they entered the office, Zong Zeyu casually closed the door behind them and backed Tong Le against it. His breathing became slightly heavier as he said, "Wife, I really don’t feel like working right now; all I can think about is you."
He glanced at the pink bed in the corner of the room and raised an eyebrow at Tong Le suggestively, his intentions clear.
Tong Le widened her eyes in shock and punched Zong Zeyu in the stomach. He groaned in pain while she moved over to the desk and began flipping through various documents. "Your mother said that all the work you've accumulated from skipping out these past few days is right here. If you're too distracted to focus, I'll help you out. I’ll summarize everything for you; all you have to do is sign."
Tong Le plopped down into the chair behind the desk and pretended to read through the papers with great seriousness. Meanwhile, Zong Zeyu lay back on the pink bed, hugging a pillow and gazing mournfully at the ceiling. "What a miserable life I lead."
Tong Le ignored him. A short while later, the female secretary entered the room.
Seeing the completely mismatched couple—one lounging on the bed and the other buried in paperwork—the secretary felt awkward. "Mrs. Zong, President Zhao from Hua Sheng Company has arrived. Shall we meet in ten minutes?"
Zong Zeyu, still lying on the bed lazily replied, "Let him meet my brother instead; I’m not in the mood."
The female secretary forced a smile. "Well, Mr. Dazong hasn’t come into the office either."
Zong Zeyu paused for a moment before bursting into laughter. "Alright, my brother has finally wised up."
Tong Le sighed heavily; she understood why Zong Jin hadn’t come to work—ever since he moved across from Wen's house, he practically lived there.
She looked up and managed a strained smile. "Let President Zhao come here; I’ll handle it. We can meet in ten minutes."
The female secretary breathed a sigh of relief. "Okay, I’ll arrange that. This will be President Zhao’s third visit."
After she left the office, Tong Le turned to glare at Zong Zeyu.
Zong Zeyu shifted slightly on the bed, enjoying his comfortable position.
Tong Le warned him sternly, "When our guest arrives in a bit, you better get up! Are you really counting on me to handle everything for you? Zong Zeyu! Don’t push your luck! You’re just playing around instead of being serious!"
Zong Zeyu hugged his pillow, mumbling, "Wife, I'm not losing my ambition; it's you who's the beauty that brings disaster."
Ten minutes later, President Zhao from the partner company entered the room, and Zong Zeyu remained sprawled on the bed without moving. Tong Le felt quite embarrassed as she personally poured tea for President Zhao, explaining that Zeyu wasn't feeling well today and asked for his understanding.
From the pink bed, Zong Zeyu spoke up, "Little Zhao, just say whatever you need to my wife; she is the head of the household."
The short and chubby Manager Zhao could only awkwardly glance at Tong Le. He turned to look at the reclining Zong Zeyu and then back at Tong Le, politely saying, "Well, madam, our company specializes in..."
Manager Zhao had intended to introduce himself since he thought Tong Le might not be familiar with the business. However, before he could finish, Tong Le interrupted him. "Manager Zhao, you can just get to the point. I know your company operates in the Medical Aesthetics Industry, and Zong Group has provided financing for you. Please go ahead with the specifics."
Realizing that Tong Le was well-informed, Manager Zhao breathed a sigh of relief and got straight to the point. "The product we developed in our company is a Medical Aesthetic Injection that was just launched recently. Unfortunately, counterfeit versions have appeared on the market at a tenth of our price but with similar effects. Our product took a long time to develop, not to mention the clinical trials and all that; the resources spent on patent development are incalculable. We were counting on this product to turn things around for us, but now these so-called substitutes are squeezing us out of the market! I can't understand how those people dare to use cheap materials to make their products. What if something goes wrong for the customers? Aren't they afraid?"
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