Chapter 406: Chapter 406: I Won’t Be The Third Party
Lin Zhiyi woke up and instinctively reached out to feel for Xingxing.
But after fumbling for a while and failing to touch the soft little body, she was instantly jolted awake.
After taking in her surroundings, she imdiately got up and ran outside.
“Xingxing, Xingxing…”
Walking into the living room, she saw Xingxing, neatly dressed, sitting beside Gong Chen and eating breakfast.
Gong Chen wiped the egg yolk from Xingxing’s mouth casually and said, “Awake? Co have breakfast.”
Lin Zhiyi awoke as if from a dream and sat down slowly.
Before she could lift her hand, a glass of milk and a freshly peeled egg appeared before her.
She felt a bit unsure what to do.
Gong Chen wiped his hands and added two pieces of pancake to her plate. “What’s wrong? Do you need to feed you?”
“No need.”
Lin Zhiyi took a sip of the milk, picked up the egg, and bit into it forcefully.
“I asked Li Huan to schedule a full-body checkup for Xingxing. The results will be reviewed directly by experts in Jing City.”
“You…” Lin Zhiyi looked at Gong Chen with so surprise.
Gong Chen replied indifferently, “Did you think I’d take your daughter away from you?”
Lin Zhiyi ekly murmured in response.
“I know you’re comfortable here, and Xingxing wouldn’t adjust quickly to other places. Staying here works best for both of you, so you don’t need to make a run for it.”
“That’s not what I ant.” Lin Zhiyi refuted sowhat guiltily.
“Who was it that electrocuted last night, grabbed a suitcase, and tried to flee? Lost your mory again? Ouch!”
Under the table, Gong Chen was kicked hard.
He squinted at her. “Lin Zhiyi, you’re the one who hit first.”
“Third Young Master, sorry—it was a mistake.”
Lin Zhiyi hurriedly withdrew her foot, knowing full well he couldn’t retaliate.
Screee—
Gong Chen leaned his cheek on his hand, his expression calm.
Without hesitation, he stretched out his long legs, hooked the leg of Lin Zhiyi’s chair, and pulled her toward the table, trapping her between the table and the chair, unable to move.
Lin Zhiyi glared at him. Just as she was about to resist, he clamped her legs tightly.
“Is this fun?”
“Let go,” Lin Zhiyi demanded angrily.
“Then tell —who’s Du Qian?”
“None of your business… Ugh…”
Lin Zhiyi slapped her hand over her mouth to stop herself from making any strange noises.
Gong Chen had leaned his leg against hers.
What was going through his mind right now?
Their legs wrestled under the table, while next to them, a pair of tiny short legs swung back and forth in a baby highchair.
The scene was strange—yet oddly harmonious.
A mont later, Lin Zhiyi had no energy left to fight back.
Clenching her teeth, she asked, “What exactly are you trying to do?”
“Is he courting you?” Gong Chen asked bluntly.
“No, and even if he were, what does it have to do with you?” Lin Zhiyi shot back instinctively.
After speaking, she pursed her lips tightly, not expecting Gong Chen to reply at all.
The man across from her tapped his thumb lightly on his lips, his voice tinged with a teasing tone: “Even if there’s a line, I should be first.”
The glass in Lin Zhiyi’s hand trembled, spilling milk onto the table.
She quickly grabbed a napkin to clean it up, feeling both flustered and angry.
“Third Young Master, I won’t be the other woman. Please don’t talk like that again.”
When she heard the news about Sang Ran’s impending death, her feelings were complicated.
Sang Ran had hard her, but in the end, she had spared her.
No matter the circumstances, Lin Zhiyi didn’t want to interfere in their marriage.
“You’re not the other woman. You never were,” Gong Chen emphasized.
“Have you forgotten you have a wife?”
“I don’t have a wife. I didn’t register my marriage with Sang Ran.”
“…”
Lin Zhiyi’s gaze froze as she tried to find any sign that he might be joking on his face.
But Gong Chen never joked.
Calmly, Gong Chen picked up the coffee before him. “This was the agreent Sang Li and I reached—I’d accompany Sang Ran through her remaining days but wouldn’t register the marriage. So Xingxing isn’t illegitimate; she’s, at most, a child born out of wedlock.”
Lin Zhiyi took a full minute to process this information.
Her chest rose and fell slightly, but she didn’t let it cloud her judgnt.
“Even without registering, hosting a wedding still constitutes a de facto marriage. The law recognizes it,” she stated.
“Sang Li and I had an agreent; it’s all just acting. But Sang Ran did save , and I didn’t want her to pass away with regrets, so Sang Li and I fabricated a fake certificate,” Gong Chen explained.
Even more shocking.
Lin Zhiyi was stunned, taking a long mont to ask, “How is she doing?”
“Not well—her physical condition aside, it’s her ntal state that’s worse. I’ll find ti to talk to Sang Li; I won’t leave Xingxing’s status unresolved.”
“Don’t.” Lin Zhiyi interrupted in panic. “I’ll let you visit her often, but don’t take her back to the Gong Family. I can’t live without her. That place really isn’t suitable for her, especially with Old Mr. Gong still there.”
Old Mr. Gong was deeply patriarchal and held a staunchly domineering worldview.
In her past life, he couldn’t accept Xingxing. This ti, it would be even more impossible.
“Do you think I’d separate mother and child?”
“What else?” Lin Zhiyi countered.
Gong Chen’s face darkened, and he set his coffee cup down forcefully.
He’d hinted this much, but she still pretended not to understand.
Suddenly, Xingxing called out, “All done—hands and face ti!”
Lin Zhiyi glanced at Xingxing and couldn’t help but laugh.
“How co you ended up looking like a little kitten?”
Gong Chen stood, untied Xingxing’s bib, and gently picked her up.
“I’ll take her to clean up. You finish eating. Assistant Chen and Li Huan will co up shortly to take us to the hospital.”
“Alright.”
…
The dining room.
Assistant Chen and Li Huan walked in with the ever-curious Liao Yi to have breakfast.
Taking in the delicious spread, Liao Yi couldn’t help but exclaim, “Thanks to Zhiyi, I feel like I’ve leveled up. Nothing beats a five-star hotel breakfast—it’s amazing.”
Li Huan teased, “Eat more while you can; this might be Third Young Master’s farewell feast for you.”
Liao Yi almost choked on the crystal shrimp dumpling she had just stuffed into her mouth.
In an instant, her appetite vanished.
“Is that all the resilience you’ve got? So people could easily polish off an extra bowl under Assistant Chen’s remarks—wouldn’t you say?” Li Huan smirked at Assistant Chen.
Assistant Chen, holding his coffee, frowned. “You’re a jinx; you’d better shut up. Otherwise…”
“Whoa, another handso guy!” Liao Yi rested her chin on her hands, admiring.
Li Huan followed her gaze and cursed under his breath, “Damn, I really am a jinx. Forgot he’s staying at this hotel too.”
The figure approached with a smile.
“Good morning.”
Zhou Zhao greeted them casually, grabbed Assistant Chen’s coffee, took a sip, then started eating from Li Huan’s plate of dumplings.
“Who told you we’re friends? Don’t have hands?” Li Huan quickly snatched his plate back.
Zhou Zhao grabbed the untouched sandwich in front of Assistant Chen and ate it instead.
Assistant Chen frowned with disdain.
“You really are lazy.”
“Assistant Chen, don’t be so distant. Over the past three years, we’ve at least shared als and accommodations.”
“Ah!” Liao Yi squealed softly in excitent. “You two lived and ate together? Spill the details.”
Assistant Chen gestured to a server and ordered the sa breakfast set again.
Then he explained, “He accompanied his boss on business trips; I accompanied mine. Sa hotels—just happened to cross paths.”
Zhou Zhao wiped his mouth. “So cold. And here I thought bringing you the news first would earn so goodwill.”
Assistant Chen sipped plain water and didn’t rush to ask questions, instead turning to Liao Yi: “Miss Liao, there’s salmon over there; could you grab so for us?”
Liao Yi hesitated for a mont before realizing and quickly stood up. “Alright, I’ll get more for everyone!”
Once Liao Yi left, Assistant Chen finally looked at Zhou Zhao.
“What’s the news?”
“Good news and bad news. Good news: the Young Master intends to have Miss Lin and Third Young Master divorce.”
“And the bad news?” Li Huan asked eagerly.
“Miss Lin disagrees,” Zhou Zhao said with a grin.
Li Huan and Assistant Chen: “…”
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