Chapter 211: Chapter 211: Hidden mories Chapter 211: Chapter 211: Hidden mories Lin Zhiyi didn’t give any leeway, stabbing at the approaching man.
Even if she killed them all, she wouldn’t be afraid at all.
Norway is called the happiest country not just because of its happiness index, but also because of its happiest laws.
It possesses five-star prisons.
Killing a few more scumbags, she would consider it a gain.
Driven by a fierce determination, Lin Zhiyi stabbed three n in quick succession, blood imdiately spreading on the ground.
The two n behind were evidently terrified.
“Get out!” Lin Zhiyi commanded, holding the blood-stained knife.
Unexpectedly, Gong Yan entered with his bodyguards.
He saw the three n wailing on the ground, his face instantly clouded with rage.
“It seems you still don’t understand, now! No one can save you!”
“Seize her, I want her to witness everything that happens!”
Lin Zhiyi wanted to fight desperately, but she was no match for the bodyguards, quickly pinned down on the bed.
“Let go!”
She twisted her body.
Gong Yan rely glanced at her, ordered the three n to be taken out for treatnt, then smiled at the other two n and opened the cupboard to reveal a cabinet full of tools.
“This ti it’s absolutely foolproof.”
Lin Zhiyi thought the blood on the ground was revolting enough, but it turned out these two remaining n were the key figures.
They looked at each other and smiled, approaching Lin Zhiyi.
“Should I go first or you?”
“You go first, but don’t make it bleed like last ti. Who would play then?”
This conversation drilled into Lin Zhiyi’s ears like a curse, swirling in her mind, forming several fragnts.
“How can you play with all this blood?”
“No, this doesn’t look like normal blood.”
“Young Master, could she be pregnant?”
“Wouldn’t that be more fun?”
Finally, Gong Yan’s voice pierced straight into her brain.
Why couldn’t she rember any of this?
Why!
Lin Zhiyi’s body uncontrollably trembled, her mouth repeatedly mumbling one phrase.
“12252050, red house…”
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the clock on the wall.
20:50, red house.
The man in front unfastened his belt and pressed forward.
“Ah!”
Lin Zhiyi scread out loud.
Bang!
Two bodyguards crashed through the door, in such pain they couldn’t even stand up.
Everyone in the room halted their actions imdiately.
Gong Chen entered, wearing a black coat and the scarf of Lin Zhiyi around his neck.
As he approached, the snowflakes in his hair gracefully fell and he raised his eyes, his dark pupils wild as the storm, the icy aura around him both frightening and daunting.
Gong Yan looked at the newcor, his mouth twitching, “Uncle, long ti no see. But… you may be too late.”
He sneered coldly and shouted at the two n on the bed, “Do I need to teach you how to do this?”
As soon as the words fell, Gong Chen fired two silent shots, decisively.
The two n clutching their thigh roots scread as they rolled off the bed.
Lin Zhiyi shuddered, in her panic, a warm man’s coat was draped over her.
The man’s familiar voice arose in front of her.
“Don’t be afraid, wait for .”
Don’t be afraid…
Wait for …
Lin Zhiyi’s head began to ache again, she clutched her head, curling her body.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Gong Yan grab a lamp from the table and sneak attack Gong Chen.
“Gong Chen! Behind you!”
Hearing Lin Zhiyi call his na, Gong Chen slightly froze for a mont.
That dream also beca extraordinarily real.
In her dreams, that’s how she called his na.
But in her dreams, her body was without a single complete piece of skin, blood dripping from her legs onto the floor, strikingly red.
Thinking of this, Gong Chen clenched his fists, turned around, and knocked Gong Yan to the ground.
From childhood, Gong Yan was raised as the next heir, learning as much as Gong Chen, so he could handle a blow from Gong Chen.
He backed into the wall, spat the blood from his mouth, and deliberately said, “Lin Zhiyi is not clean anymore, she’s mine now.”
“Just because you’re a eunuch?” Gong Chen emotionlessly tossed a gun between them, “For your father’s sake, I’m giving you a chance, pick it up.”
Gong Yan wiped the blood, “What right do you have to ntion my father? You killed him! You think I don’t dare?”
“Who told you that? Your mother? A hypocritical and selfish woman.”
“You have no right to talk about my mother!”
As he finished speaking, Gong Yan lunged for the gun on the ground.
In nearly an instant, Gong Chen drew a scarf around Gong Yan’s neck and yanked, pulling him down hard onto the ground.
Gong Chen gradually tightened the scarf.
Gong Yan’s cheeks turned red as he stubbornly said, “I touched her, there are… there are my marks on her now, and other n’s too… Hahaha… Uh…”
Hearing the laughter, Lin Zhiyi looked up, the scene before her eyes imprinting on her brain, like a lock loudly dropping to the floor.
All the unbearable mories from her past life erged.
The man’s face in front of the hospital bed gradually beca clear—Gong Chen.
“You’ve been a mother once, were pregnant and you didn’t even know.”
“Are you unhappy?” Lin Zhiyi cautiously watched him.
His deep eyes slightly shifted as he took her hand, “Lin Zhiyi, I’m tired, let’s leave.”
After pausing for few seconds, he tentatively asked, “All right?”
“Yes.”
Back then, she deeply loved him, even if his attitude suddenly changed, she was willing to believe him.
But that very night, she was taken away by a group of people.
Later, in this house, she was covered in blood when Gong Chen rescued her.
Stepping out of the house, he knelt in the snow, silent the entire ti.
That day, he had killed a man, one of five.
Using the scarf his mother left him.
No wonder Lin Zhiyi always found that scarf familiar but had never seen it after that day.
So that’s how it was.
After regaining consciousness, Lin Zhiyi suffered a ntal breakdown, underwent extensive psychological treatnt.
She unknowingly hurt Gong Chen countless tis.
One day, she attempted suicide.
Gong Chen saved her, but when she awoke she had forgotten everything about that day.
The psychologist said that might be for the best, so no person or thing associated with the incident should agitate her.
That string of numbers was the password to her mory.
Lin Zhiyi returned to her cold relationship with Gong Chen, and later, when she heard Gong Yan was in danger, she even resented Gong Chen, begging him to spare Gong Yan.
He looked at her with restrained and complicated eyes but still let Gong Yan go, sending Gong Yan and his mother to a distant country, never to return.
The day Gong Yan left was cloudless; he gave Lin Zhiyi a gentle smile.
At this mont, reflecting on everything.
Lin Zhiyi realized how terribly wrong she had been!
She clutched her hair, her mind flashing with the last image.
Old Mr. Gong standing in front of Gong Chen: “Song Wanqiu has brought back your son, if you don’t want Lin Zhiyi’s video to leak, acknowledge this son, the Gong Family would never want such a dirty woman and her daughter!”
“…Okay.”
From that day, the man’s eyes held only coldness.
And their relationship deteriorated completely that day.
But on many quiet nights, he silently watched her and her daughter.
Lin Zhiyi struggled to breathe, her face completely wet with tears.
Watching Gong Yan nearly suffocating, she hurriedly wiped her tears, got out of bed quickly, and forcefully shoved Gong Chen.
Gong Chen collided with the cabinet, his gaze darkening as he looked at her.
And Gong Yan on the ground ripped off the scarf and laughed loudly.
“Uncle, see? She still helps , she doesn’t have the heart to let die… Ah!”
Lin Zhiyi’s high heels fiercely stomped down between his legs, then ground a few tis.
“Uncle, why bear a murderer’s guilt for this loser? You can’t die, you must live more torntingly than anyone! Die, eunuch!”
At the doorway, Chen Jin and the bodyguards, legs tightening intuitively, looked toward Gong Chen.
So painful.
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