Chapter 239: Chapter 239: People Will Die Chapter 239: Chapter 239: People Will Die After Gong Chen left, Lin Zhiyi leaned against a pillar, lost and devastated. The vast expanse of snow outside reflected her bloodless complexion.
She supported herself on the pillar and moved forward, under the newly hung red silk satins.
They danced in the wind, but she alone was as still as death.
Returning to her courtyard, Lin Zhiyi lay uncomfortably on the guest room bed with the new bedding providing no sense of security.
Eventually, she closed her eyes in a daze.
…
Gong Chen sat on the sofa, his fingertips resting against his forehead, his long lashes half-closed, hiding the emotions in his eyes.
“Third Young Master, you’ve returned.”
Sang Ran approached joyfully, and upon seeing his coat draped over the sofa, she imdiately, with a hint of wifely virtue, picked it up to smooth out the sleeves.
“I’ve tidied up the cloakroom. Shall I hang it up for you?”
“Mm.”
Gong Chen responded absentmindedly.
Suddenly, his fingertips paused, and he quickly rose to go upstairs.
Sang Ran, a bit perplexed, turned to follow Gong Chen, struggling to keep up, “Third Young Master, slow down, I can’t walk that fast.”
Once in the cloakroom, Sang Ran saw Gong Chen standing in front of a cupboard.
“What’s wrong?”
“Where is the red scarf in the cupboard?”
Gong Chen didn’t even realize that he had suddenly raised his voice.
Sang Ran went stiff for a mont, then explained, “I saw it was torn, so I had the servants put it back in the box to keep it tidy, it’s just in… it seems that the servants have taken the boxes down to throw them out, I’ll go—”
Before she could finish, the figure before her had vanished into the stairwell.
By the ti Gong Chen got there, two maids were by a garbage can, setting a fire.
“Disgusting, I don’t want anything she’s touched, it reeks.”
“Keep your voice down.”
“What’s there to be afraid of? Didn’t the old master also insinuate sothing about her character? Could the old master be wrong?”
The maids mocked as they threw the scarf into the flas.
As the fire licked the scarf, a hand, regardless of burns, reached directly into the fire to snatch the scarf back.
But one corner was still singed.
He lifted his eyes to the maids, his face expressionless, yet a terrifying darkness lurked in the depths of his eyes.
“You’re dismissed.”
“Third Young Master, I…” The maid went pale, trying to plead.
“Get out.”
Gong Chen’s knuckles tightened on the scarf as he turned and left.
…
Back in the room,
When Sang Ran saw Gong Chen’s slightly reddened hand, she anxiously lifted it.
“Third Young Master, are you alright? It’s just a scarf, if you like, I can buy several more for you.”
Gong Chen calmly withdrew his hand, his tone cold, “I don’t like others touching my things.”
Sang Ran froze in place, her heart suddenly aching.
She pressed her lips together and said, “Sorry.”
“Mm.”
Gong Chen wasn’t angry.
But Sang Ran saw in his eyes an emotion more frightening than anger, unsettling to the core.
Gong Chen walked past her, hanging the damaged scarf back in the cupboard, next to the one his mother had knitted.
As he closed the cupboard door, he happened to see a tube of ointnt on the low cabinet.
“What’s bothering you?”
Sang Ran’s spirits, previously low, instantly revived.
He still cared about her.
She picked up the ointnt and explained, “I got it out for Zhiyi. She’s allergic to the jasmine fragrance; she scratched her arms until they were raw. I forgot to give it to her just now. I’ll have soone send it over later.”
“Allergic?” Gong Chen frowned.
“Yes, her arms are all scratched up; it looks quite severe, like she doesn’t know pain at all.”
Sang Ran’s words reminded Gong Chen of Lin Zhiyi’s earlier throat-scratching gesture.
As if out of her control.
But Lin Zhiyi was not allergic to jasmine.
The darkness in Gong Chen’s eyes spread like a thin fog, exuding an enigmatic chill.
Sang Ran looked at him without saying a word; just as she was about to approach him, he took the ointnt.
“I just so happen to be going to find my Second Brother, I’ll deliver it.”
Before Sang Ran could agree, Gong Chen had already left.
…
Lin Zhiyi slept uncomfortably because she always felt as if there was a knife hanging over her head.
In a blur, she felt soone touching her face.
She opened her eyes with so difficulty and looked at the man caressing her; she knew it was all a dream.
Only in dreams could she face Gong Chen so calmly.
She stared at the man, murmuring, “My stomach feels so awful.”
After speaking, she couldn’t help but curl up.
Gong Chen’s fingertips brushed against her chapped lips and he said irritably, “Still ssing around?”
Lin Zhiyi shook her head, appearing extrely docile.
Gong Chen’s fingertips paused, staring at her eyes which gradually deepened.
The next second, Lin Zhiyi felt her body snuggle into a warm embrace, the man’s hand pressed against her stomach, gently massaging.
After an unknown period, Gong Chen’s voice, low and llow, ca close to her ear, “Feeling better?”
“Mhm.”
Lin Zhiyi felt an itch in her ears, raised her hand to scratch it, and just happened to touch the wound on her arm, frowning.
Before her arm could lower, Gong Chen seized it.
He went to lift up Lin Zhiyi’s sleeve; she subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but his strength was so great that she just let it be, thinking she was dreaming.
After all, everything was fake.
No one cared whether she was doing well or not.
When Gong Chen lifted Lin Zhiyi’s sleeve and saw the crisscrossing scratch marks, his eyes flickered.
He picked up the ointnt from the bedside table, squeezed so onto his fingertip, and applied it to the wound.
The pain made Lin Zhiyi subconsciously withdraw her hand.
Gong Chen caught her hand and said in a low voice, “It’ll be okay in a second.”
His deliberately gentle movents made Lin Zhiyi’s eyes redden and burn.
Gong Chen frowned, “Does it still hurt?”
Lin Zhiyi’s breakdown ca with just a mont of concern; tears fell down the corner of her eyes as she nodded vigorously.
“It hurts, really hurts… I’m in so much pain.”
Gong Chen noticed her abnormal state, put down the ointnt, and embraced her.
But the more he did this, the more uncomfortable she felt, like a fish out of water, struggling mightily to breathe but still feeling suffocated.
She was trapped.
Lin Zhiyi’s eyes blurred, and she murmured in her sleep, “Can you let go, please?”
The man’s expression darkened as he held her even tighter, “No.”
Lin Zhiyi struggled in agony and finally fell into a deep sleep.
Gong Chen put her back on the bed, turned around, and picked up the ointnt from the table with a hospital label on it.
He walked to the window and dialed Li Huan’s phone.
“Did anything unusual happen with Lin Zhiyi at the hospital today?”
“… No.”
“Are you sure?” Gong Chen said coldly.
“I asked her attending physician; it’s just an allergy. She scratched herself in her sleep without realizing it. The doctor also suggested she should have an allergen test, but she was not happy about it, so they just gave her so dicine to treat the wounds.”
“Hmm. Hanging up now.”
Just as Gong Chen was about to hang up, Li Huan called out to him.
“You’re about to get engaged and married, is it really appropriate to be doing this with her? Maybe you should avoid any impropriety, to prevent others from gossiping.”
“I will make sure she’s taken care of.”
“That’s not what I an. I’m saying maybe let her live her own life. Dragging this out isn’t good for anyone,” Li Huan said with a resigned tone.
“She must stay by my side.” Gong Chen’s voice was chillingly cold, even obsessive.
“…”
Li Huan wanted to say more, but there was only the dial tone left on the phone.
He stared at his phone, sighed, and rembered the words of his psychologist friend.
“How exactly are you taking care of your patients? I’ve warned you, don’t provoke her! Don’t provoke her!”
“Are you trying to push her to death? You’re supposed to be a doctor; you should know when she’s ill.”
“Respect her, otherwise, if this continues, soone will die.”
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