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Jin Feng said seriously, "Daughter, you tell Tong Le to ask her when she is free. I have something to give her."
Jin Zi Meng tentatively asked, "Is it about Ke Jie?"
"Yes, you set a time with Tong Le," Jin Feng replied.
"Okay, Mom, I'll tell her right away." After hanging up the phone, Jin Zi Meng turned to look for Tong Le in the hall, but just as she turned around, she ran into someone she didn't want to see—Ke Jie.
Ke Jie had one hand in his pocket and held a wine glass in the other, wearing a fake smile as he looked at Jin Zi Meng.
Jin Zi Meng felt a chill run down her spine, as if she had seen a ghost—no, it was even worse than that.
She froze in place, and Ke Jie took the initiative to speak. "It's been a while since we last met. Ever since my dad went in, you and your mother haven't visited him much. I heard from my dad that your living expenses are all covered by him."
Jin Zi Meng took a deep breath. "The living expenses Uncle Ke gives me—I can pay you back once I earn some money."
Ke Jie frowned slightly, seemingly sensing the underlying tension. "Why are you so eager to distance yourself from me? You give me the impression that you want to rebel."
Jin Zi Meng felt nervous. "I don’t understand what you’re talking about! Besides, Uncle Ke is in prison; my mom will definitely separate from him! We’re not family anymore."
Ke Jie sneered. "You weren't always like this. Did Tong Le say something to you? I see you sticking close to her all the time. Your mother even got a job as cleaning staff at Zong Group. Tong Le seems to have completely won over both of you."
Jin Zi Meng tried to force her way out but was pushed back by Ke Jie.
She shouted, "If you keep this up, I’ll call for help!"
Ke Jie smiled lightly. "Your attitude makes me think there's something wrong with you."
Jin Zi Meng refused to indulge him and immediately began shouting loudly.
Ke Jie, recognizing the situation, didn't want to make a scene and stepped aside to let Jin Zi Meng leave.
He watched her hurriedly retreating figure and felt some thoughts stirring in his mind.
In the lounge, Tong Le entered the room where Dao Wen was leaning back on the sofa with his eyes closed, looking as if his spirit had been shattered—completely devoid of aura and charm, just a lifeless shell.
Tong Le sat down beside Dao Wen and spoke directly. "I just received some news that I probably shouldn’t tell you, but I know you’re not an ordinary girl. So giving you a heads-up about certain things might not be a bad idea."
Dao Wen opened his eyes and asked, "Did Hou Yi say something to you? Is it something that will make me sad?"
Tong Le mimicked Dao Wen's posture and leaned back on the sofa. "Should I say it or not? I think this news will upset you. If you don’t want to hear it right now, I won’t say anything."
With his eyes closed, Dao Wen smiled faintly and said, "Go ahead, let me hear what could possibly be more dramatic than Zhou Feng being alive."
Tong Le turned his head, gazing at Dao Wen's serene profile. Zhou Feng might have gotten married and started a family in that war-torn border country.
In that instant, the lounge fell into a profound silence, as if the world had vanished, devoid of breath and heartbeat. Even the clock on the wall seemed to have stopped ticking.
Tong Le quietly observed Dao Wen's side profile; in this stillness, Dao Wen remained beautiful, though lifeless in his beauty.
He watched as the corner of Dao Wen's eye twitched slightly, and beneath the eyelids that desperately concealed his pain, tears as large as beans began to well up.
She remembered the last time Dao Wen had cried; it was also because of Zhou Feng. But that time was at Zhou Feng's funeral.
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