Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight-Chapter 326: Who Should I Ask For Help?

"But I don’t believe it was you, but what about her?"

"How is she going to face the rest of her life? How will she face you? And how will you choose?"

"You don’t need to answer me. I already know your choice."

He paused for a moment, exhaled a plume of white smoke, and said something he found ludicrous himself: "Your choice is not wrong."

Consider the big picture.

Make a big issue small, and let the small ones be.

He understands.

Li Huan added another comment: "But she is not wrong either."

Gong Chen’s brows suddenly furrowed, his originally handsome and profound features appeared somewhat disheveled in the thin mist.

He lowered his gaze to the flickering cigarette end, falling silent.

As the cigarette was about to burn out, Chen Jin knocked and entered.

"Third Young Master, there’s been a discovery."

Gong Chen looked up, stood up, and crushed the ember-end of the cigarette in his palm.

"Let’s go."

Leaving the office, Gong Chen went to Lin Zhiyi’s hospital room.

Just as he was about to open the door, Liu He came out. The tears in her eyes had not yet faded, and her gaze at Gong Chen held a hint of reproach.

She blocked Gong Chen’s path, looking at him directly: "Lao San, Zhiyi has finally fallen asleep, don’t disturb her again. It’s enough that she has Mr. Sang by her side."

Gong Chen looked down at her: "What do you want to say?"

Under his intimidating and icy aura, Liu He felt fear.

But as a mother, she clasped her hands tightly and chose to look Gong Chen in the eye.

"Lao San, can you place all the blame for Zhiyi’s past on me? Even my life if you wish!"

"Pretend it was me, a mother lured by vanity, forcing her to get close to you, but now she remembers nothing, and she has a boyfriend who loves her dearly. And you are about to get married, too."

"Lao San, if all you can bring to her is possession, disruption, destruction, even resorting to any means necessary to have her, I beg of you, please let her go, okay?"

Gong Chen looked at Liu He’s tear-streaked face, his hand that was raised slowly fell, and he turned and walked away. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

The black coat outlined his tall figure; the surrounding lights were dim, and just like that, he gradually merged into the darkness.

...

Su He Bay.

Gong Chen knew there was already someone inside waiting for him before he even entered.

Chen Jin immediately stood in front of him.

Gong Chen raised his hand to stop him: "No need, it’s someone I know."

Entering the house, he saw quite a few people sitting in the spacious living room.

Aside from Old Mr. Gong, there were also Xiao Ran and Wen Qing.

All of them lifted their gaze simultaneously, seeming to wait for his reaction.

But no matter how carefully they observed, they couldn’t see through his thoughts.

Gong Chen swept his gaze across the room, finally settling on the man standing behind Mr. Gong.

The man immediately lowered his head, even taking a step back.

Gong Chen withdrew his gaze, leisurely took off his coat and draped it aside before slowly taking a seat.

As if nothing could disturb his rhythm at all.

This made the others even more restless.

Sang Ran picked up freshly brewed tea and extended it to Gong Chen with concern: "I heard that something happened to Zhiyi, is she alright?"

Gong Chen didn’t take the tea, and lit a cigarette for himself, saying while holding the cigarette: "Who told you that?"

Sang Ran was startled, her hand holding the teacup stiff in mid-air, the shame of being caught red-handed made her feel utterly embarrassed.

Gong Chen didn’t look at her, instead, he turned his gaze directly towards Wen Qing.

Wen Qing was shocked, never expecting that in just a few short hours, Gong Chen seemed to know everything.

She sat upright, maintaining her composure as she said, "Third Young Master, Xiao Ran is only asking because she cares about Lin Zhiyi."

"If she cared so much, why didn’t she go to the hospital? Coming here to wait for me, does she want to see what I know?"

Gong Chen directly voiced Wen Qing’s hidden thoughts.

Wen Qing momentarily panicked, her gaze subconsciously turning to Old Mr. Gong.

Old Mr. Gong raised his voice in rebuke: "Enough! It was I who told Xiao Ran about Lin Zhiyi. Now, do you also want to question me?"

The cyan-white smoke between Gong Chen’s fingers blurred his complexion.

He looked at Old Mr. Gong indifferently: "You’re not in a hurry."

Old Mr. Gong frowned, not yet understanding, when Wen Qing’s phone rang.

Seeing it was her assistant calling, likely about work, she turned aside to answer.

"President Wen, all those male models have been arrested, along with a few ladies, they’re charged with gathering a crowd..."

"A lawyer just went to speak with those ladies, I don’t know what agreement was reached, but they insist they were threatened, and I think those male models won’t be able to keep their mouths shut for long."

"Also, a paparazzi just released a video of you entering a hotel with President Zheng of Guang Sheng, and the Wen Family is already on their way here, demanding an explanation from you."

All these incidents were clearly aimed at Wen Qing.

Her face turned ashen, she twisted her head to look at Gong Chen.

He appeared unconcerned, his eyes lazily meeting hers.

Wen Qing immediately understood who was behind all this.

But she had her own difficulties and could only swallow her protestations.

Wen Qing hung up the call and stood up, saying, "There’s a bit of a situation at work, I should leave first."

Gong Chen glanced at her lightly: "President Wen indeed should handle her own affairs better and try not to meddle in others’."

Wen Qing’s face flushed with various shades, and she turned to leave.

Sang Ran set down her teacup and stood up: "I’ll see my aunt out."

The two of them exited the house one after the other.

Meanwhile, the butler leaned towards Old Mr. Gong to quietly update him on Wen Qing’s situation.

Old Mr. Gong narrowed his eyes at Gong Chen, a flash of surprise in his gaze, but it was fleeting.

Mostly, he felt reproach for Wen Qing’s lack of carefulness in her affairs.

He fidgeted with his sleeve, casually saying, "You’ve done well this time. Lin Zhiyi’s hand is ruined, and so is she. It serves her right, such vanity and always thinking to seduce men with her looks - this end is well-deserved."

Gong Chen sneered coldly: "My doing? Was it really my doing?"

"Yes," Old Mr. Gong spoke authoritatively, pointing at the bodyguard who betrayed Gong Chen, "As long as he insists it was your command, this matter is yours! It doesn’t matter if others don’t believe it, as long as Lin Zhiyi believes it."

Gong Chen looked coldly at the bodyguard.

The bodyguard, head bowed in fear, seemed to tremble under his gaze despite his sturdy frame.

Old Mr. Gong rested his hand on the armrest of the sofa, his voice booming with authority that was beyond question, "This is one of the lessons from me as your father: if you can plant spies, I can win hearts. Only interests endure forever, love is but a game that can be bought with money, capable of both intimacy and hostility, destruction can be mutual, it’s all about how you control it."

At this moment, Old Mr. Gong seemed to recapture the peak of his thirties and forties, splendid and in full control of the Gong Family.

"Indeed, only interests endure forever." Gong Chen smoked, a flickering crimson glow on his lip, drawing a cold curve at the corner of his mouth.

Old Mr. Gong felt a sudden tightness in his chest; despite hearing the answer he wanted, it felt as though someone was throttling his throat.

Gong Chen’s eyelids lifted slightly, his eyes deep black, tranquil yet terrifying, making him unapproachable.

"Any more lessons?"

"You..." Old Mr. Gong’s face darkened, but then, thinking of Lin Zhiyi’s fate as settled, he didn’t wish for further disagreement, "Just focus on preparing for your wedding these days. Stay out of other people’s business."

With that, Old Mr. Gong left with his entourage.

Gong Chen remained seated on the sofa, the cigarette in his fingers burnt to the end without him seeming to notice, mechanically continuing to puff.

His eyes were filled with desolation, gaze fractured and scattered.

Sang Ran’s distinctive footsteps approached from behind, she supported herself on the armrest of the sofa, kneeling on one knee.

"Third Young Master, please spare my aunt."

He did not move or look at Sang Ran, his voice low and weary: "Ask me for mercy? To whom should I turn to ask for mercy?"