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The two bridge piers mentioned by Hou Yi, along with the traces of Ke Wenjie and Zong Caishan, formed two perfect hiding spots for bodies. Once the concrete was poured in, no one would ever know. For Hou Yi, such a method was incredibly easy.
Tong Le made her decision almost instantly. Regardless of whether Hou Yi had actually done it, she would not doubt or test him, for she had already confirmed in her heart that Ke Wenjie was indeed among those bridge piers at that moment. She chose to know but remain silent; she chose to stand by Hou Yi's side.
Turning to Dao Wen, Tong Le said earnestly, "Forget everything you just said. Don't bring it up again or even think about it."
Dao Wen opened her mouth to respond but quickly understood Tong Le's meaning. As Tong Le's closest friend, she knew well what Tong Le intended. Nodding, Dao Wen reassured her, "Don't worry."
She patted Tong Le on the shoulder but felt a pang of sympathy for her friend. From that moment on, everything had truly come to an end in the real sense.
Tong Le looked again at Hou Yi's figure, feeling uneasy. It was over, but she hoped he would be safe. Though this thought might not be entirely correct, someone had to offer some comfort to Hou Yi's parents. The gloomy personality Hou Yi had carried for over twenty years was a result of Zong Caishan's actions—the assassination case from over a decade ago might have surpassed the statute of limitations or perhaps lacked sufficient evidence to be prosecuted. Those comforts that could not be given could only be fought for with his own hands. I cannot say whether he is right or wrong, but if those two bodies were truly buried within those bridge piers, I would choose silence.
Dao Wen reached out and hugged Tong Le. "It's all over now; let's not think about it anymore."
Noticing the fruit wine in Tong Le's cup, Dao Wen stood up and said, "I'll go get you a soda."
As Dao Wen walked toward the bar, she saw Hou Yi waiting for his drink.
Dao Wen called out to the bartender, "Put his order on my tab; I'm treating today."
The bartender acknowledged her.
Hou Yi turned back to glance at their booth and said deliberately, "Are you planning other activities tonight? Not letting Tong Le drink means you want her to stay sober."
Dao Wen turned sideways and looked Hou Yi up and down. "Your counter-surveillance skills are quite impressive."
Hou Yi scoffed dismissively. "Tong Le is the woman I like; I keep an eye on everything around her. You’ve been with her all day; I haven’t seen Zong Zeyu or Zong Jin around, nor Wu Youyou. So I had my people look into it, and sure enough, Zong Zeyu is planning something big tonight."
Dao Wen raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Are you some kind of electronic dog? How are you tracking people?"
Hou Yi swirled the ice cubes in his transparent glass and replied coolly, "If it weren't for Zong Zeyu helping me out before by gathering all the information on Zong Caishan, I wouldn't have given him a chance tonight or let him have Tong Le."
Dao Wen reminded him, "You know what they say: a forced fruit isn't sweet; you should understand that."
Hou Yi laughed heartily. "I don't care if it's sweet or not; I want the fruit! If it's not sweet enough, I can add sugar myself—what's so hard about that?"
Dao Wen showed a hint of tension in her expression. "I'm warning you—don't mess things up!"
Hou Yi smiled coldly. "I won't ruin your plans. As I said, I'm someone who knows how to repay kindness. Since Zong Zeyu helped me once, I won’t cause him trouble. But I'm not very patient; if one day I suddenly find myself unable to control my feelings for Tong Le—even if she's carrying Zong Zeyu's child—I will still take her."
Hou Yi took the newly ordered drink from the bartender's hand and gestured to Dao Wen, thanking him for the drink.
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