Chapter 193: Chapter 193: The Little Girl in the Dream Chapter 193: Chapter 193: The Little Girl in the Dream As the syringe emptied its contents into the IV line, the doctor’s eyes flashed with a triumphant smile.
But the next second, his eyes bulged with disbelief, and he didn’t even manage to look back before collapsing like a robot that had lost all power.
The mont the doctor fell, the man behind him was revealed—handso and with an underlying murderous intent.
Gong Chen wiped his hands, “Take him out.”
Chen Jin stepped forward and effortlessly dragged the man away.
Afterwards, the room was enveloped in silence.
Gong Chen sat at the bedside, carefully peeling the tape off Lin Zhiyi’s hand. The needle underneath hadn’t penetrated the skin at all—it was just an eye-shielding technique.
He caressed her hand and stared at her pale, peaceful sleeping face, his profound eyes slightly restrained before he lowered his eyelids, shielding all emotions.
He just held her hand even tighter.
The silence lingered for a long while until his phone vibrated, prompting him to stand up and leave.
Gong Chen knocked and entered Li Huan’s office.
Li Huan was smoking, offering a bitter smile upon seeing his visitor.
“Sorry, if it weren’t for Li He, we wouldn’t have all these troubles. I’m already arranging for him to leave the country.”
Gong Chen lit a cigarette and casually tossed the pack onto the windowsill, his voice indifferent, “Are you sure he’ll leave?”
Li Huan was taken aback, biting hard on his cigarette with a look of helplessness.
Li He was unwilling, he had even trashed his room today.
As an elder brother, however, he could not sit back and watch Li He be used by Song Wanqiu.
His face earnest with pleading, he said, “Third Young Master, one last ti! Consider it a favor!”
The cigarette smoke twisted between them as Gong Chen glanced sideways, “One last ti.”
Hearing this, Li Huan heaved a deep sigh of relief.
He stubbed out his cigarette and handed over a piece of paper, “Take a look, do you recognize this?”
Gong Chen scanned the content on the paper—it was a series of numbers and text.
12252050, Red House.
“What does it an?” Gong Chen asked, furrowing his brow.
“Lin Zhiyi repeated these words subconsciously. I called a friend, and it’s definitely so psychological hint from therapy, this sequence is the key to a Pandora’s box. As for how to use it, my friend, being a psychologist, wants to protect the patient, so he’s reluctant to reveal more.”
“She has never undergone psychological therapy,” Gong Chen stated with certainty.
“I checked, indeed she hasn’t. I thought you might know the aning.”
Li Huan placed the paper on the desk.
Gong Chen stared at the string of numbers and suddenly rembered that today Shen Yan had provided a recording marked with a ti corresponding to last Christmas.
That ans…
Gong Chen pulled out a pen from Li Huan’s pocket and made a division on the numbers.
Li Huan exclaid in surprise, “December 25th, 20:50, the Red House! Christmas! Did sothing happen to her last Christmas?”
“Nothing,” Gong Chen replied imdiately.
“You could at least check,” Li Huan said, perplexed.
“I know.”
Gong Chen’s response was crisp.
Li Huan took a few seconds before it dawned on him.
“You’re a voyeur! When did you start…?”
“Mind your own business.”
Gong Chen didn’t take Li Huan’s joke lightheartedly; his expression grew even darker.
“Li Huan, did your friend ntion when this hint was ford?”
Li Huan nodded, “He did. Considering the occasional loss of control over her mind, it wouldn’t have been long, about a year or so, pretty much since last Christmas…”
“Huh? But that tiline doesn’t add up.”
“Could it be this year? But it’s still over a month until this Christmas. Could she really have precognition?”
Li Huan looked towards Gong Chen, sowhat shocked.
“Don’t let a third person know about this, including Lin Zhiyi,” Gong Chen said as he finished the last drag of his cigarette, looking down as he pinched it out, “Tonight, I’m sleeping in your office.”
Li Huan sprang to his feet.
“No way! Your injuries have just healed, and since you’ve returned from Shan City you’ve barely rested; how can your body withstand it?”
“Go back, I’ve already switched shifts with soone for tonight and will keep watch for you. Besides, don’t you have your own people in the shadows?”
With that, he gave Gong Chen a nudge.
Gong Chen rubbed his forehead and uttered a sound before turning and walking out of the office.
Late at night.
Gong Chen sat in the study, his hands resting on the armrests, with the cigarette between his fingers steadily burning down, its rising smoke completely obscuring his expression.
The phone on the desk repeatedly played the recording he had received from Shen Yan.
“… you were secretly hoping to marry Third Young Master! Even dreaming of a family of three! So do you want a daughter or a son?”
“Daughter.”
“Daughter…”
“Dau…”
When Gong Chen first heard this recording, his heart felt an inexplicable sting.
Even now, no matter how many tis he listened, the sensation was the sa.
Hearing Lin Zhiyi’s delicate and careful voice, he closed his eyes.
Gradually drifting to sleep, he, who rarely dread, found himself standing in front of a house that was both strange and familiar.
Suddenly, the figure of a little girl dashed through the garden.
He imdiately chased after her, and although she was only a few steps away, he couldn’t catch up no matter how long he ran.
The little girl’s figure disappeared, but her laughter echoed around the house.
Innocent and pure.
Gong Chen subconsciously said, “Who are you?”
“It’s .” The little girl’s figure suddenly appeared right in front of Gong Chen, slowly walking towards the house, “Do you dislike that much? Why don’t you recognize ?”
“Who are you really?”
Outside the dream, Gong Chen’s hands clenched tightly, the cigarette butt crushed into his palm, but he was too eager to see the little girl’s face clearly to dare open his eyes.
In the dream, the little girl stopped under the porch.
“Why can’t you be nice to mom after I died?”
“Why do you hate us so much?”
Her voice grew sharper, filled with hatred and reproach.
Just as Gong Chen stepped forward, she suddenly turned around and lifted her gaze to Gong Chen.
“Daddy, why don’t you like ? Why do you hurt mom? I hate you! I despise you!”
“No!”
Gong Chen blurted out unconsciously, reaching out to grab the little girl, but his hand felt a painful burning as if it had been scorched by fire.
Looking up again, the little girl and the beautiful house were slowly being consud by flas.
“No!”
“Third Young Master, Third Young Master…”
Chen Jin’s voice woke Gong Chen from his nightmare.
He sat up drenched in sweat and opened his hand to find he had just been burned by the cigarette.
Chen Jin handed him warm water, “Third Young Master, what happened?”
Gong Chen took a sip of water and frowned, “Find a childhood photo of Lin Zhiyi.”
“Okay.”
No idea how much ti had passed, Li Huan, who had just left Lin Zhiyi’s hospital room, yawned.
He was about to head back to the office for a nap when he suddenly received a ssage from Gong Chen.
“What does the little girl in your dream look like?”
“Big brother, how long ago was that? But it’s strange, I haven’t dread about her for a while,” Li Huan replied.
“Is it her?”
Gong Chen sent a childhood photo of Lin Zhiyi.
Li Huan felt sentintal, “Wow! She is truly beautiful! Like one of those dolls on the shelf!”
“Is that so?” Gong Chen clearly lost patience.
Li Huan zood in and took a closer look.
“Similar, but not the sa. The features need to blend a bit more.”
“How to blend?”
“Blend it with your own deathly childhood look,” Li Huan replied very seriously.
“…”
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