Chapter 387: Chapter 387: Buying Your Child’s Life
Lin Zhiyi was taken aback by Sang Ran’s tone, the cup resting on her lips—neither drinking nor refraining from drinking seed right.
Sang Ran continued, “Pretend to drink it, and calmly put it down.”
Although Lin Zhiyi didn’t understand her aning, she still complied.
Lin Zhiyi pretended to tilt her head back slightly and then slowly set the cup down.
She whispered, “Why?”
Sang Ran gave a bitter smile, “The juice contains miscarriage-inducing drugs.”
Lin Zhiyi tightened her grip on the cup, feeling an urge to throw it away, but she couldn’t gauge Sang Ran’s intentions and didn’t dare to act recklessly.
Sang Ran continued as though having a casual chat, “Don’t worry, the dosage in there isn’t enough to cause an imdiate miscarriage; it will only result in symptoms of a threatened miscarriage, like mild abdominal pain.”
“…”
Lin Zhiyi felt her hair stand on end as she listened to Sang Ran calmly voice these words, her mind thrown into chaos.
She couldn’t comprehend why Sang Ran would reveal this to her.
Sang Ran took a sip of plain water, chuckling softly, “You think it ends at this?”
As she spoke, she rested her chin on her hand, gazing out at the bustling streets through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
She shifted her gaze, saying, “Do you see that couple over there?”
Lin Zhiyi glanced up slightly and saw a pair of seemingly intimate lovers sitting by the square outside.
To the passing crowd, they appeared no different from any other couple, hardly worth a second glance.
Lin Zhiyi nodded lightly.
“After you finish your juice and our conversation, as soon as you step out of this shop, that girlfriend will discover her boyfriend has been two-timing her and will start arguing. Amid the shoving, they’ll knock you over unintentionally, and then accidentally kick you again.”
“…”
Lin Zhiyi recoiled in shock, disbelief evident as she stared at Sang Ran.
Sang Ran spoke slowly, “You’ll have a miscarriage, and they’ll be detained, but since you’ll have symptoms of a threatened miscarriage, assigning full bla will be difficult. The police will diate first, and they’ll cooperate actively, admitting fault. Surgery fees, hospital expenses, nutrition costs, and lost wages—altogether, they’ll give you seventy to eighty thousand. Even if you sue, as it’s considered accidental injury, the compensation will max out at a hundred thousand.”
She locked eyes with Lin Zhiyi and delivered her conclusion, “anwhile, they’ll walk away with five hundred thousand afterwards.”
After hearing the entire plan, a suffocating sense of being choked overtook Lin Zhiyi.
This eerily familiar scenario brought to mind Liu He’s miscarriage.
So, Sang Ran was hinting that more than just herself was involved in this affair.
No wonder Sang Ran had asked her to feign drinking the juice earlier.
Lin Zhiyi dared not move a muscle, afraid the outside couple might notice any flaws.
She moistened her dry lips, asking, “So… yesterday, the wheelchair brakes weren’t broken at all; you were just testing whether I was pregnant?”
“Yes.” Sang Ran leaned against the vintage wrought iron chair, smiling faintly, though her gaze was despondent. “Actually, I’ve had countless chances to get rid of you. As you’ve ntioned, you can’t step up to the table. But seated in the VIP area, all I need is to casually say sothing, show a bit of grievance, or even give a look—and plenty of people know what to do.”
Lin Zhiyi was stunned, certain neglected details in her mind slowly coming into focus.
“Was it you who told Wen Qing I was going abroad for advanced studies? Was it also you who inford her your brother was proposing to ?”
“It was .” Sang Ran lowered her gaze.
“Then, about the liver donation—how did the Old Master imdiately know my blood type?”
“That was too.” She bit her lip lightly. “I casually ntioned it in front of the Old Master. Pretty malicious, right? But I only wanted Third Young Master to make a choice between you and . The Old Master, desperate to eliminate you, took it too far.”
“Every ti I committed wrongdoing, I regretted it. Then I’d feel an irresistible urge to destroy you again, and I’d regret it yet again. Back and forth, as if possessed.”
When Sang Ran looked at Lin Zhiyi again, her eyes were filled with guilt.
Lin Zhiyi froze montarily before regaining her thoughts and countering, “It was you who inford Third Young Master to save , wasn’t it? You never really intended to take my liver.”
Sang Ran nodded but didn’t elaborate further.
Lin Zhiyi drew a deep breath. “Why are you telling everything now?”
“I intended to take these matters to the grave and never tell you. But earlier, when you spoke to that child, you made feel as if I’d awakened from a dream—I was lost, completely forgetting that saving him wasn’t for repaynt; it was because I truly loved him.”
Sang Ran smiled warmly, looking happy and content.
She cradled her face, resembling the girl who first t Gong Chen. “You know, don’t you? He’s not actually that cold-hearted; he helps others, and his occasional smiles are particularly charming. He’s just not much of a talker.”
“Mm.” Lin Zhiyi nodded.
She knew.
Sang Ran’s faint smile turned lancholic. “Of course you know—you’ve known him so long. So, Zhiyi, can you stop competing with ? I really can’t let go of him.”
Lin Zhiyi gazed at her and clarified, “You’re his wife; no one can take him from you.”
“No, that’s not what I ant. I hope you will…” Sang Ran’s blissful smile gradually shattered, her reddened eyes glimring with tears. “I hope you will disappear entirely—from his side, and my brother’s side too.”
Lin Zhiyi paled, uncertain of what to say.
Sang Ran pulled out her phone and swiftly tapped a few tis.
Lin Zhiyi’s bank account suddenly showed a deposit of five million.
“What is this supposed to an?”
“My brother is the president of Sang Group—you’re truly not suited for him. If you stay near him, it will only make him dwell on you further,” Sang Ran explained.
Lin Zhiyi scoffed, staring at the amount displayed on her account. “You’re trying to buy off my feelings?”
Sang Ran shook her head, nervously biting her lip. “Not just that.”
Not just?
Lin Zhiyi hesitated for a mont and soon realized what Sang Ran implied.
“You’re planning to buy my child’s life too?”
“I asked around—painless abortion won’t affect you much and won’t hurt terribly. You can’t keep this child,” Sang Ran stated solemnly.
Fury simred within Lin Zhiyi’s heart, though her face betrayed only a bitter smile.
“So, one option causes to miscarry painfully, and the other is a painless miscarriage. Is that right?”
“Zhiyi, I’ve confessed everything. Regardless of whose child it is, it cannot stay. Please accept the money,” Sang Ran pleaded.
Taking the money ant agreeing to the abortion.
Lin Zhiyi steadied her breath to mask her heartbreak, but her trembling voice betrayed her pain. “Fine. Since refusing still ans I’d ultimately leave, you might as well arrange the ti.”
“Tomorrow morning at eight. After the procedure, I’ll arrange for soone to send you away,” Sang Ran said.
“Thank you for your thoughtfulness, Third Madam.”
Lin Zhiyi accepted the money and slowly stood, heading toward the exit.
Sang Ran picked up her phone and dialed, “Let her go.”
Hanging up, she gazed out the window, lost in thought.
Ti seed to pass unknowingly as the twilight dimd, and her phone on the table rang incessantly.
Calmly, Sang Ran answered the call.
On the other end, Wen Qing’s frantic voice erupted.
“What on earth did you say to Lin Zhiyi? She ran away!”
“I know.”
“Sang Ran, what exactly are you doing? Have you gone mad?” Wen Qing, no longer bothering to feign affection, shrieked in rage.
“She’s carrying my brother’s child,” Sang Ran insisted.
Wen Qing breathed heavily in fury, goading her, “Why do you keep deceiving yourself? Do you know why Third Young Master married you but doesn’t love you? It’s because of her! Contact your brother imdiately—he must know where Lin Zhiyi is. I’ll make arrangents…”
Click.
Before Wen Qing could finish, Sang Ran coldly ended the call, her indifference evident.
Staring at the neon lights outside, she murmured, “She won’t co back.”
Lin Zhiyi accepted the money not just to reassure her but also as a promise.
“Lin Zhiyi, I hope you live well, but never return.”
Sang Ran struggled to move her numb body as she walked out of the dessert shop.
Once inside the car, she gazed at the city illuminated by its evening lights and told the driver, “Call the chef at Yi Garden and ask him to prepare so soup. I’ll take it to Third Young Master.”
“Yes, Madam.”
“Hmm.”
Sang Ran smiled faintly. At this mont, she was Gong Chen’s wife.
Reviews
All reviews (0)