Chapter 108: Chapter 108: He is Sick Chapter 108: Chapter 108: He is Sick Lin Zhiyi had never thought Gong Chen could be so crazy.
Although it was late at night, there were still quite a few people around the hospital, yet he unexpectedly stuffed her hand under his sweater.
Her icy hand touched the man’s burning waist, and she couldn’t help but let out a low cry.
Hearing her voice, people around turned their heads; she quickly lowered hers, struggling forcefully, but her hand was firmly pressed against his waistline.
Lin Zhiyi curled her fingers, the tight muscles scorching her palm, leaving no room to escape.
Just a step forward from the people around, and they would see her hand reaching into his sweater.
She wasn’t sure if it was her illusion, but the temperature in her palm was frighteningly high.
She frantically warned, “Uncle, you’re crazy, what if soone takes a photo?”
Gong Chen fixed his cold gaze on her, his voice chilling, “You’re not afraid to co see Gong Yan dressed like this late at night, but you’re scared with ? Why did you enter my room in the first place then?”
Lin Zhiyi was slightly stunned, not daring to et his eyes because she had truly loved this man passionately before.
But now…
She lowered her gaze, “Can I regret it? If I could do it all over again, I…”
Before she could finish her words, Gong Chen wrapped her into his coat, their upper bodies pressing closely together, she could even feel the rise and fall of his chest.
The man restrained her fleeing body, his voice firm, “No, the word ‘regret’ doesn’t exist for .”
Lin Zhiyi looked up, their eyes t, the air stalled for a mont, his eyes very dark, his complexion unnaturally pale.
She opened her mouth, just about to ask sothing when her phone rang.
It was the cab she had called.
She glanced at the phone, and Gong Chen didn’t stop her.
“Miss, I’m here, where are you?”
“Coming right now.”
Lin Zhiyi stepped back two paces, turned her face away preparing to leave, her shoulders suddenly weighed down by a man’s coat.
When she looked back, Gong Chen had already returned to his car.
The driver urged over the phone, “Miss, we can’t stop here for long.”
“Here.”
Lin Zhiyi tugged at the coat on her, and ran quickly towards the car.
…
After Gong Chen got into the car, Chen Jin also entered carrying a bag of dicine.
He closed his eyes, speaking faintly, “No one saw, right?”
Chen Jin nodded, “No.”
Gong Chen rested his fingertips against his forehead, his eyes half-closed, “Follow them.”
Gong Chen frowned, rubbing his temples.
Chen Jin was startled, “Third Young Master, you’re following in this condition? Should I stop the car, and get Miss Lin to co over?”
“If you don’t want her to talk you to death, just follow.”
“…”
Chen Jin wanted to laugh but didn’t dare.
…
Lin Zhiyi returned to her apartnt and hung up Gong Chen’s coat.
Sitting on the sofa, she stared for a long ti with mixed emotions, slowly forming a plan.
The next day, as she walked into the office, she heard from colleagues that Song Wanqiu had called in sick.
Seed like she had decided to get an abortion at ho.
She had specifically researched the symptoms of dical abortion online last night.
Apparently, it’s very painful, many people roll on the bed in pain, and there’s also the risk of incomplete abortion, which would then require a surgical cleaning.
The only benefit was that one could secretly miscarry at ho without anyone noticing.
Lin Zhiyi had considered leaking this to the paparazzi, but she lacked solid evidence.
Song Wanqiu’s conversation with the doctor was overheard through a door, and even a mobile phone recording would distort voices; if Song Wanqiu denied it, she’d have no way to prove it.
Moreover, that doctor had even altered Song Wanqiu’s dical records.
She definitely couldn’t force Song Wanqiu to undergo a public dical examination at the hospital.
Since Song Wanqiu chose to have an abortion at ho, Lin Zhiyi could carry on with her other plans.
Lin Zhiyi ssaged Shi Yan, suggesting they have lunch together.
She glanced at the bag at her feet, containing Gong Chen’s coat.
She feared directly approaching Gong Chen as he might see through her.
If she had lunch with Shi Yan and incidentally returned Gong Chen’s coat, it would seem justifiable.
Shi Yan quickly replied.
“Zhiyi, I’m afraid it’s not possible today. Lao San is ill.”
“Ill?”
Lin Zhiyi was taken aback.
Her mind inexplicably recalled the abnormal warmth she felt from Gong Chen’s body last night; she had thought all n were warm like that.
“He’s been a bit feverish ever since he jumped into the lake to save you, and after Gong Yan’s car accident last night, he also finished the remaining work overnight, worsening his condition.”
“Okay.”
Putting down her phone, Lin Zhiyi’s feelings were complex.
Just then, her colleagues beca restless.
“Did you see it?”
“I did, Miss Song is so lucky, getting jewelry as a comfort while sick. Third Young Master is way too romantic.”
“She gets colorful gemstones while sick, while we get colorful pills when we are ill.”
Amid laughter, they couldn’t hide the envy in their eyes.
Lin Zhiyi opened her social dia, seeing the status Song Wanqiu had posted a few minutes ago.
“The dicine is bitter, but the candy it cos with is sweet.”
The photo showed her wearing a necklace embedded with multicolored gemstones, looking like a string of candy.
This must be the high-end jewelry recently released by Brand P.
She didn’t expect it to be on Song Wanqiu’s neck so soon.
Even while ill, she was concerned about others giving her candy.
It seed that what Song Wanqiu said was true, once the cooperation with President Yu ended, Gong Chen would marry her.
Lin Zhiyi’s reasoning and clarity quickly returned.
The Gong Chen who had saved her was nothing but an illusion, his ultimate goal was to protect Song Wanqiu.
Lin Zhiyi clenched her fists, then quickly opened the mobile pharmacy application on her phone.
All would be decided by noon.
…
At noon.
Lin Zhiyi carried the bag and took a taxi to Gong Group.
As soon as she got out of the car, she saw Shi Yan’s assistant.
“Miss Lin, Second Young Master asked to pick you up.”
“Thank you.”
This wasn’t the first ti Lin Zhiyi had co to Gong Group, as she had delivered als to Shi Yan for Liu He before, so she wasn’t worried about being suspected.
But she had never gone deep.
Walking into the building, she slightly lifted her gaze, the design of the intersecting corridors above felt powerful.
Today, her goal was the very top of these layers of corridors.
Lin Zhiyi watched the elevator screen numbers, her heart nearly leaping to her throat.
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