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Zong Zeyu had no choice but to answer his mother's call. On the other end, Cui Zhi was frantically pleading for help—Wu Youyou was about to jump off a building! She claimed that Zong Jin and Dao Wen had gotten their marriage certificate and accused Zong Jin of deceiving her. When Zong Zeyu tried calling Zong Jin, there was no answer. Now, Wu Youyou had run to the rooftop, and he couldn't stop her! "I've already called the police!" Cui Zhi continued. "Do you have time to come? If you can, please talk her down. But don’t tell Zong Jin about this; I just realized that having him here would only make things worse for Wu Youyou. We should handle this ourselves."
Zong Zeyu felt overwhelmed. Tong Le seized the moment to push his hand away and ordered, "You need to meet with President Huo. He’s come three times already; you can’t bail on him now. I’ll go deal with Wu Youyou."
Tong Le turned to grab her coat while Zong Zeyu stood there, feeling dejected.
He muttered to himself, "Wu Youyou wouldn’t really jump; she’s just putting on a show. Now that Zong Jin is rushing into marriage, of course, she’s going to make a scene."
Tong Le replied, "That still needs to be addressed. If we don’t help Wu Youyou sort out her feelings, this will always be a lingering issue. Neither Zong Jin nor Dao Wen will find peace."
She patted Zong Zeyu on the shoulder. "Go meet with President Huo. Be good."
Zong Zeyu adopted a childlike demeanor and asked, "So when are we getting our certificate?"
Tong Le laughed, "I’m not going anywhere; what are you afraid of?"
With that, Tong Le left the office.
But Zong Zeyu was indeed afraid. Even after getting the certificate, he would still feel anxious—perhaps it was a habit formed from years of unrequited love, always fearing loss and always worried she wouldn’t be by his side.
At that moment, he felt foolish. What did it feel like to love someone? Even if the other person showered you with sweet words and promises, you would still be plagued by insecurity.
Zong Zeyu stepped out of the office and headed toward the reception area. On the way, he called Zong Jin again.
This time, the call connected.
"Did you really get married? Why aren’t you answering your phone?" he blurted out.
On the other end, Zong Jin was laughing heartily, his laughter never ceasing.
Zong Zeyu felt provoked. "Stop laughing! How did you manage it? How did Dao Wen agree?"
Zong Jin continued to chuckle, clearly enjoying himself.
"Stop laughing!" Zong Zeyu shouted angrily. "Teach me! How did you do it? Why is it so hard for me to get a certificate?"
Clearing his throat, Zong Jin pretended to be modest. "It’s all about personal charm."
Zong Zeyu felt like he could strangle him. "Charm? I’m really not happy with you right now! Get back here and come to work!"
Meanwhile, Tong Le had called Cui Zhi and was heading to the commercial office building where she was located.
To help Wu Youyou recover from her previous trauma, Cui Zhi proposed renting a larger commercial space in the city center for Wu Youyou to use as an art studio, encouraging her to engage in activities related to painting.
Wu Youyou also agreed that after graduating from university, she couldn't just stay at home doing nothing; it was time to find something to do.
That morning, Wu Youyou followed Cui Zhi to select a shop, and Cui Zhi had even brought Hou Yi along to help with advice.
When Tong Le arrived at the office building, Wu Youyou had already climbed to the top floor. Cui Zhi and Hou Yi were standing at the corner of the staircase, surrounded by police officers and firefighters.
Tong Le was slightly surprised to see Hou Yi there.
Cui Zhi hurriedly approached Tong Le, grabbing her hand. "You need to find a way to persuade her. She used to listen to you the most; she understands your reasoning."
Cui Zhi gestured to the police officers, saying, "This is my daughter-in-law, Tong Le. She has the closest relationship with Wu Youyou. If she speaks, Wu Youyou will listen!"
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