Chapter 572: Chapter 572: Thinking of Out of Boredom?
Lin Zhiyi actually slled a scent.
But seeing Liu He didn’t react, she thought she was hallucinating again.
Because she had slled this scent before.
Orchid fragrance.
Lin Zhiyi stared at her sleeve and asked for confirmation, “It should be from when we bumped into Mrs. Bai. What do you think it slls like?”
Liao Yi sniffed hard, “A very unique orchid fragrance, it slls so calming.”
“What did you say!”
Liu He reacted sharply, her voice almost bursting in Lin Zhiyi’s ear.
She paused, “Mom, didn’t you sll anything? Did you use mint oil again?”
Liu He touched her nose, “After getting pregnant, I can’t stand many slls. Are you sure it’s a special orchid scent?”
Lin Zhiyi and Liao Yi nodded.
“Could it be a new perfu? With Mrs. Bai’s status, if there’s sothing new, soone would surely send it to her,” Liu He asked.
“I don’t know. We haven’t studied perfus, just found it very special. Mom, I rember you used to work at a perfu counter, didn’t you give a lot of perfus?”
Lin Zhiyi couldn’t describe the scent either.
Liu He didn’t speak, lost in thought.
Lin Zhiyi patted her, “Mom, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing, let’s go back.”
Liu He signaled the driver to start the car.
The car drove out of the hospital.
Lin Zhiyi finally received a reply from Gong Chen.
“There’s sothing at the company today, don’t wait for . Go to sleep early.”
Could it be about Ren Xiya?
Thinking about it, raindrops pounded heavily on the car window.
Liao Yi complained, “Winter rain really is annoying. You should have sothing warm at this ti.”
Lin Zhiyi looked out the window, her hand unconsciously gripping her phone.
“Liao Yi, could you help take care of Xingxing? It’s not convenient to bring her where I’m going.”
Liao Yi understood imdiately, smiling and nodding.
“Go on, go on. Xingxing and I will have a pajama party tonight.”
Xingxing seed to understand too, pouting, “Adults are just lovey-dovey.”
Lin Zhiyi pinched her little face but didn’t deny it.
At the intersection, Lin Zhiyi got out of the car.
…
Soon, Lin Zhiyi arrived at Gong Group with so items.
The security guard recognized her and imdiately let her through.
“Miss Lin, do you need to inform the Third Young Master?”
“No need, I’ll go up by myself.”
She walked into the elevator on her own.
The top floor was very quiet, a thin line of light seeped through the office door.
Lin Zhiyi got close to the door and saw Gong Chen at the desk flipping through so files.
His figure in a shirt stood tall and focused.
When flipping pages, his cuff revealed a bandaged wrist.
The bandage was wrapped by her.
It seed ordinary, but with his movents, it looked taut and strong.
An indescribable sense of restraint.
He lowered his eyes in deep thought.
No matter how one looked, it was impossible to guess his thoughts.
After signing his na, the hand holding the pen touched his lips, and he coughed lightly twice.
“Cough cough… you go handle it.”
“Yes, Third Young Master.”
Chen Jin took the docunt.
Gong Chen capped the pen and raised his eyes inadvertently.
“Not coming in yet?”
Lin Zhiyi was stunned for a few seconds before realizing he was speaking to her.
Chen Jin opened the door, invited her in, and closed it tightly upon leaving.
Lin Zhiyi walked a few steps forward.
The man pinched the corner of his eye, slowly raising his eyes to look at her.
His hair, like black jade, exuded a faint sheen, making his eyes look deeper.
Though a bit tired, his lips held a very faint smile.
“Co here.”
The usually cold tone turned sowhat warmth in its depth.
Lin Zhiyi walked to Gong Chen, and before she could speak, he reached out and pulled her into his arms, sitting her on his lap unguarded.
He cleared his throat, “Why did you co here?”
Lin Zhiyi did not push him away, raised her hand, and touched his forehead.
“Why were you coughing just now? Anywhere else feeling uncomfortable?”
Li Huan had reminded her that Ye Feifei had used a relatively large dose of poison, and the withdrawal would also harm the body’s vitality.
Though Gong Chen had managed to get through it, the damage to his body was severe.
The most significant impact was the weakening of his immune system.
This was also one of the reasons why Xingxing was born with a weak heart.
The current Third Young Master was very fragile.
A gust of cold wind, and he’d have a hoarse cough the next day.
It’s not that it couldn’t be nursed back, just that it would take a long ti.
So, Lin Zhiyi paid special attention to changes in weather.
Seeing the heavy rain earlier made her worry for him.
Lin Zhiyi’s hands were cool with the rain from outside, resting on Gong Chen’s forehead, very soothing.
Just like her concerned gaze.
Gong Chen pulled her hand against his cheek, his voice low, “No discomfort.”
“What needs such urgent attention? Can’t you rest for a while?”
Lin Zhiyi mumbled, placing the bag she brought onto the desk.
Gong Chen raised his brows, looking over her face, speaking nonchalantly, “It’s sothing urgent that needs handling.”
“What thing?”
Lin Zhiyi turned her head, staring at him.
He didn’t speak, opened the drawer, and took out a small stack of papers, placing them on the desk.
Lin Zhiyi glanced over the content and imdiately covered it with her hand.
Just like when he had once peeked at her secret love diary, she wished she could shrink into the drawer in sha.
She wanted to get up but was pressed back onto his lap by the man’s single-handed strength.
He rested his cheek on his hand, drawing closer to her, “Chen Jin said it nearly got sent out mixed with the files. When I’m not around, do you think of so much? Writing my na over and over?”
“I was bored, just writing.”
“Even when bored, you think of ?”
“…”
Lin Zhiyi bit her lip in silence.
Gong Chen pinched her chin, forcing her to release her tightly bitten lips.
He moved closer and closer, his burning gaze unavoidable.
“Zhiyi, I won’t hide from you anymore, won’t make you worry.”
Gong Chen paused, seeing the handwriting on the paper; so words were crooked, and the corners still had traces of tears.
Lin Zhiyi didn’t cry unless she was truly hurt.
Upon hearing this, Lin Zhiyi paused and nodded slightly.
The man’s warm hand caressed her back, the heat through her clothes warming her skin.
Before she knew it, he was already so close, their breaths began to entwine.
When he leaned in to kiss her, Lin Zhiyi raised a hand to stop him.
“Third Young Master, you’re sick, if you pass it to , it will pass to Xingxing. Don’t be reckless, have sothing hot to warm your stomach.”
His breath was slightly disordered, the muscles on his legs taut.
He restrained himself, “Do you think I can eat now?”
“You can eat.” Lin Zhiyi opened the food she brought, scooping a spoonful of seafood porridge to his lips, “I’ll feed you, will you eat?”
“Eat.”
Gong Chen opened his mouth.
Lin Zhiyi fed him a spoonful, her heart couldn’t help but feel emotional.
If only the Third Young Master had a lover’s heart sooner.
Actually, he’s quite easy to appease.
After finishing the porridge, Lin Zhiyi had Gong Chen take so dicine.
With his strong vitality, he should be fine by tomorrow.
As Lin Zhiyi was tidying up, a tight grip on her waist pulled her body firmly into the man’s embrace.
“Zhiyi, have you eaten?”
“No, I’ll…”
The man cupped her face, and the kisses fell like raindrops.
“I’ll feed you, want it?” his voice low, tinged with enticent.
“You’re sick.”
“I’ve taken dicine, I’m fine now.”
“How co so fast? What if…” Lin Zhiyi’s breath was unsteady.
“Then stay here and keep company until I’m well.”
Gong Chen held her, walking to the floor-to-ceiling window.
The warmth of his body pressed against her, a dominating presence at her brow, gently brushing, the heart itching as if tickled by a feather.
His eyes shifted slightly, lowering his head to kiss her once again.
Lin Zhiyi resisted against his chest, panting, “You haven’t said the real urgent matter, is it about Miss Ren?”
Upon hearing this, Lin Zhiyi was lifted by Gong Chen with ease.
“Where are we going?”
“Did you want to do it here?”
“…”
“Only I can see you,” Gong Chen said, stepping toward the stairs.
Once inside the resting room, Lin Zhiyi was laid onto the bed.
Not waiting for her to regain composure, his kisses entangled with hers.
“Miss Ren…” Lin Zhiyi’s voice was soft,
“She has her ways. If she can’t even manage that, then I misjudged her.”
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