Chapter 458: Chapter 458: Afraid I’ll favor her?
This is also what Chen Jin needs to answer.
Chen Jin looked at Gong Chen and cautiously said, “Third Young Master, Old Mr. Gong is waiting for you at Miss Sang’s place.”
This sentence was undoubtedly a threat.
Sang Ran now follows Old Mr. Gong’s every word, capable of doing anything.
Lin Zhiyi glanced at Xingxing, feeling the warmth of the little hand in her palm.
She knew in her gut that this matter must have a conclusion.
Lin Zhiyi squeezed Xingxing’s hand and lowered her head, “Third Young Master, you should go.”
After all, it’s their family affair.
Moments later, a shadow fell before her eyes.
Suddenly, her hand was firmly held by Gong Chen.
“You’re coming with me.”
“Me?”
Lin Zhiyi’s heart skipped a beat.
Gong Chen didn’t give her a chance to refuse: “Come on, I’ll have someone guard the ward door.”
Li Huan echoed: “Go ahead, I’ll be here watching. While she’s still alive, hurry and scold her a bit, you’ll feel better.”
Lin Zhiyi had no opportunity to refuse as Gong Chen led her out of the ward.
But she still struggled to shake off his hand.
“I still won’t go, you guys handle your own matters.”
Just as she finished speaking, her body was enveloped by Gong Chen.
The man’s breath fluctuated beside her ear, and he said deeply, “Afraid I’ll be biased towards her?”
“No, I’m afraid I’ll want to kill her myself. And then you’ll come for revenge.”
Lin Zhiyi had self-awareness; she couldn’t grasp their larger schemes.
But she knew that if she really killed Sang Ran, it would only bring trouble to her and Xingxing.
She would never joke with her daughter’s life.
With time to spar with Sang Ran, she’d rather spend it with Xingxing.
On the other hand.
Lin Zhiyi didn’t want to go and annoy herself because she knew Gong Chen would surely see Sang Ran off kindly.
Watching him comfort someone who harmed Xingxing was something she couldn’t stomach.
Thinking this, Lin Zhiyi turned her cheek.
But Gong Chen turned her face back by pinching her cheek.
“Today, I’ll back you up.”
“Hmm?”
Lin Zhiyi’s lips moved slightly.
She looked somewhat cute.
Gong Chen leaned closer to her, “Make a fuss, as long as you’re happy.”
Lin Zhiyi blinked, uncertainly staring at Gong Chen.
He used to only tell her not to make a fuss, to be calm.
“What? Need me to prove it?” Gong Chen met her gaze.
Lin Zhiyi immediately realized what he was going to do and quickly regathered herself, creating distance between them.
“Let’s go.”
She quickly walked towards the elevator.
Gong Chen watched the reinvigorated Lin Zhiyi, faintly smiling.
Chen Jin made sure they finished talking before opening the door and walking up to Gong Chen.
“Third Young Master, the people have arrived.”
Gong Chen’s dark eyes turned cold: “No wonder they insist I go over.”
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Private hospital.
Before entering, Lin Zhiyi was thinking about how to deal with Sang Ran.
But when she stepped into the ward, she was stunned.
In just a few days, Sang Li looked so much thinner.
And Sang Ran on the bed, as thin as a bone, her eyes rigidly open, as if blinking was draining her life.
Seeing Gong Chen enter, a light shone in her eyes.
She tremblingly raised a hand, “Th-Third Young Master.”
“…”
Gong Chen looked at her coldly, not moving forward.
He smoothly pulled Lin Zhiyi from behind him.
Sang Ran looked at their tightly clasped hands, tears instantly streaming down as her hand hesitated to lower.
The standing Mr. Gong scolded angrily, “Gong Chen! Why did you bring her here?”
“It seems your memory is failing. Why she’s here, have you forgotten so quickly?” Gong Chen retorted.
The old man frowned deeply, not directly answering, instead changing the topic.
“Xiao Ran is your wife, she’s like this now, you should sympathize with her! What could be more important than her?”
“There is, my daughter’s life.” Gong Chen brought up Xingxing without hesitation.
“Shut up! Where did you get a daughter? A bastard from outside, our Gong Family will never acknowledge her!” the old man denied outright.
Bastard?
Lin Zhiyi has always been most disgusted by this word.
As a child, people often called her that behind her back.
She would never let anyone call her daughter that.
Lin Zhiyi faced the old man, mocking, “Old Mr. Gong, you shouldn’t say such things, aren’t you quite happy acknowledging your kids outside? Addicted to it?”
“You! Insolent!” the old man glared furiously.
“The Qing Dynasty has long perished, I’m insolent, arrest me.” Lin Zhiyi met his eyes directly, “If anything else happens to my daughter, I don’t mind telling your romantic history to those paparazzi. They’re definitely curious about what’s happened to Ren Xue over the years.”
The old man blew his beard and glared.
Yet, wisdom comes with age, and seconds later, his face resumed a calm demeanor.
Standing with hands behind, he coldly chuckled twice, “Lin Zhiyi, thinking Gong Chen in your corner lets you act recklessly?”
“I tell you, the daughter-in-law of the Gong Family, I only recognize Xiao Ran. Not even Gong Chen can change that.”
Gong Chen’s tone was indifferent, “We have divorced. You’d better find another son for her to marry, or you’ll be too late.”
His straightforward words made the ward silent.
Sang Ran could no longer restrain her sobbing.
“Do you… hate me so much?”
“Hate. You can also hate me, you can even kill me, but you cannot touch them, no one can!”
Gong Chen’s eyes were as dark as they filled with snowstorms.
His stubborn look was intimidating.
Only Lin Zhiyi looked at Gong Chen, dumbfounded.
Sang Ran’s lips trembled, her hand dropped heavily.
“I understand.”
But she understood too late.
“Then what about Xiao Ran’s child? That is also your flesh and blood, marriage can separate, but blood ties cannot be cut.”
The old man ignored Sang Ran’s pain, even with a tinge of smugness.
Moments later, a tall black-haired woman slowly walked into the ward.
She stroked her abdomen towards Gong Chen, raising her eyelashes slightly, her gaze seductive, charged with emotions.
“Third Young Master, I’m pregnant now, the doctor says the implanted embryos are developing well, both boys.”
Hearing about the children, hope reignited in Sang Ran’s eyes, as she reached out to the woman.
The woman glanced at Sang Li without expression.
Sang Li nodded, and she slowly approached the bedside.
Sang Ran raised her hand to touch the woman’s abdomen, looking at Gong Chen with hope, “Third Young Master, our children.”
Gong Chen paid no attention.
Sang Ran felt bitter inside, yet happy to leave behind the children of the one she loved most.
She propped herself up, pressing her ear against the woman’s belly, listening quietly for a while.
After a moment, she suddenly laughed and grasped Sang Li’s hand tightly.
“Brother, thank you, thank you… it’s all my fault.”
Sang Ran suddenly started coughing.
Sang Li helped her lie down, soothingly, “Don’t speak.”
Old Mr. Gong stepped forward, “Xiao Ran, rest easy, these two children are Gong Chen’s heirs, I’m sure he will agree, considering you saved him.”
“Gong Chen, you must agree to Xiao Ran’s last wish?”
Sang Ran said nothing, only longingly looked at Gong Chen.
Lin Zhiyi’s face turned ugly; she didn’t care who inherited Gong Chen’s wealth.
But she didn’t expect the old man as a father would leave no dignity for Gong Chen.
If Gong Chen didn’t agree and Sang Ran died because of it, wouldn’t he be blamed forever?
“Is this how aristocratic families teach? Moral blackmail?”
Lin Zhiyi laughed mockingly.
The old man tightly pursed his lips, glaring at Lin Zhiyi.
Gong Chen reached out and pulled her behind him, his eyes narrowing like deep pools, looking cold and harsh.
Clearly ready to antagonize everyone for Lin Zhiyi.
“I have already made a will; all that I have belongs only to Zhiyi and Xingxing.”
Everyone was dumbfounded.
Sang Ran came to her senses, searchingly gazing around, and lightly smiled.
“Lin Zhiyi, come over here; I have something to say to you.”