The phone slowly angled upward, revealing the man’s face.
Liu He froze, then said awkwardly, "Th—Third Young Master? You’re here too."
Gong Chen skipped the pleasantries and said directly, "Your concerns won’t happen."
Liu He bit his lip and continued, "Third Young Master, their mother-daughter lives have just started to improve. Please don’t force them."
"I know," Gong Chen promised.
Seeing the child nearby, Liu He said nothing more, greeted Xingxing briefly, and hung up the phone.
Lin Zhiyi retrieved her phone and pushed Gong Chen out of the bathroom.
"I’ll bathe her. You go ahead and take care of things."
"I’ll wait for you outside."
"Okay."
Lin Zhiyi could tell Gong Chen wanted to talk about Sang Ran.
After Xingxing finished her bath, she fell asleep after hearing only the first story Lin Zhiyi read to her, as she hadn’t napped earlier.
Tucking her in, Lin Zhiyi tiptoed out of the room.
At that moment, Gong Chen was sitting at the solid wood tea table, having already steeped tea.
"Sit."
Lin Zhiyi nodded and sat down, a cup of tea handed over to her.
Gong Chen said faintly, "You overheard everything?"
Lin Zhiyi paused mid-motion while raising the cup. It seemed nothing could escape him.
"Yes."
"I’ll clarify things with Sang Ran soon," Gong Chen murmured, pouring more tea.
"Her illness..."
"Zhiyi, I can’t consider that anymore," Gong Chen said.
He lifted his eyes to stare intently at Lin Zhiyi, his voice hoarse and subdued, carrying an imperceptible restraint.
Under his gaze, Lin Zhiyi’s cheeks burned hotter and hotter.
She quickly lowered her head, gripping the teacup tightly to hide her chaos.
Suddenly, a warm hand descended on her shoulder, sliding along her arm from behind to clasp her hand.
The man’s breath carried an overwhelming, invasive presence.
"Zhiyi, I can’t wait anymore. But I don’t want to become that version of me you used to hate."
Lin Zhiyi sat rigidly, his husky whispers echoing beside her ears.
She turned her head slightly, meeting his dark ink-like eyes, which held a faint trace of clarity amidst their depth.
His gaze dropped lower, settling on her lips, while his fingertips tightened around her hand, restless.
"Zhiyi, you’re full, right?"
Lin Zhiyi blinked in confusion and asked, "I’m full. But wait—why did you say I needed more stamina at the restaurant earlier?"
Gong Chen curved his lips in a half-smile, "Because I wasted your energy for free. If you don’t eat more, how will you have strength to ’waste’ me back?"
"..."
Lin Zhiyi’s face flushed crimson.
What "waste" him back?
How could he say such a thing so openly?
She started to get up, only for Gong Chen to act faster, cupping her face directly.
His thumb lightly brushed against her lips as he slowly leaned closer.
Just as his kiss was about to land, Lin Zhiyi froze.
"Third Young Master, don’t move—you’re bleeding from your nose!"
Gong Chen’s pupils contracted, his desire vanishing instantly. He stayed dazed for a moment before reacting.
Lin Zhiyi quickly grabbed tissues from the table to wipe his nose, but blood gushed out incessantly, looking somewhat frightening.
"What’s going on? Why won’t it stop?"
Gong Chen pressed a handkerchief to his nose and said calmly, "It’s fine. I don’t handle this climate very well."
Lin Zhiyi didn’t give it much thought. "I’ll get you an ice pack from the fridge to press on it."
"Alright."
While Lin Zhiyi turned away, Gong Chen removed the handkerchief to examine the bloodstains, furrowing his brows deeply.
Taking a deep breath, she got up and went into the bathroom, leaning against the sink to answer the call.
"Zhiyi, long time no see."
Sang Ran’s voice filtered through the phone.
Lin Zhiyi responded with a faint "Long time no see."
"Why are you speaking so softly? Afraid the person beside you might overhear? How is my husband treating you?" Sang Ran sneered coldly.
"Say what you want to say directly. No need for sarcastic remarks," Lin Zhiyi stated bluntly.
Sang Ran scoffed, "Sarcasm? Lowering my dignity for a liar like you? Please."
"So, you called in the middle of the night just to find out who I’m sleeping next to?" 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮
Sang Ran paused, her breathing quickening.
After a moment, she gritted her teeth and said, "Lin Zhiyi, after you took my money, this is how you repay me? If I’d known earlier, I would’ve had someone get rid of you and your daughter."
Lin Zhiyi felt a pang in her chest, even a sense of disorientation.
When she had previously heard Gong Chen and the others say Sang Ran had changed, she was half doubtful.
After all, Sang Ran had spared her at the most critical moment back then.
She had believed Sang Ran still had kindness in her.
But she never expected that in just a few short years, someone so lively and radiant would talk about killing others so casually.
Seeing Lin Zhiyi remain silent, Sang Ran sneered aloud, "Lin Zhiyi, what are you so proud of? Isn’t Third Young Master’s predicament now entirely because of you?"
"Years ago, the old master said you were trouble incarnate, and I even spoke up for you. Now it seems that as long as you’re around, you’ll only bring disaster to Third Young Master!"
Lin Zhiyi frowned slightly. "What do you mean?"
Sang Ran chuckled helplessly, her shallow, raspy breaths tinged with underlying relapses and faint resentment.
"Why do you think both Song Wanqiu and I were able to get so close to Third Young Master? He’s so clever—how could he really be trapped by obligations of gratitude?"
"Why has he compromised again and again? Have you never wondered about the real reason?"
"Tell me—why does someone like you deserve him?"
Lin Zhiyi froze slightly and murmured in a low voice, "Because of me?"
"Yes, because his car accident happened when he was rushing back to see you. I became like this because of you. The chance Song Wanqiu had to impersonate someone also stems from you. Everything now is because of you—you’ve ruined him. As long as you remain by his side, you’ll only ever bring him harm!"

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