Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight-Chapter 383: Whose Child Is It Anyway?

Hospital.

The assistant handed Wen Qing a freshly peeled egg—the doctor had said that after donating a liver, protein intake was essential.

So for the past two days, Wen Qing had been eating eggs and seafood at every meal.

Yet these were precisely the foods she disliked.

When she saw the egg and that plate of steamed fish again, she lashed out by smashing the plate.

Looking at the shattered fish scattered on the floor, Wen Qing felt as though she herself was that dead fish—broken and incomplete.

Her hand gripping the blanket tightened as she turned to glare at the assistant.

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"The few big names we were courting... Their wives found out and canceled the deals, and also..." The assistant hesitated.

"What else! Be clear with me!"

"Also, the misuse of company funds to lure Liu He has been exposed to other Wen Family members. Considering you donated your liver to Miss Sang, they’re willing to give you time to rectify it, but if not..."

The assistant, seeing Wen Qing’s increasingly dark expression, dared not continue.

Wen Qing exploded with anger: "It’s all Gong Shiyan’s fault, that idiot! Romance? What’s so important about romance? Without power or status, who would even spare him a glance in this world! If he hadn’t rejected me, I wouldn’t have to suffer these old men’s contempt!"

The truth was, Wen Qing did like Gong Shiyan.

After all, their courtship had been wonderful.

But what she liked more was the power and position Gong Shiyan could bring her.

The more Wen Qing thought about it, the angrier she became. She noticed her assistant wearing a hesitant expression.

She saw through it in an instant: "What else is there?"

"Mr. Sang and Lin Zhiyi are engaged. The news was released only after the engagement ceremony today—it seems intentional on Mr. Sang’s part."

Wen Qing shot up to her feet instinctively but collapsed back into the chair from discomfort.

The physical pain, combined with the bitterness in her heart, overwhelmed her. She wished she could tear Liu He and Lin Zhiyi apart right now.

The assistant hurriedly stepped forward to support her: "President Wen, please take care of your health. At least you saved Miss Sang this time. She will definitely stand on your side; she is the Third Madam, after all. There will be countless opportunities for us in the future."

These words did comfort Wen Qing.

She held her wound, feeling that all was not entirely lost.

Mid-conversation, Wen Qing’s phone, placed on the bedside table, began to ring.

The assistant picked it up and handed it to her.

It took Wen Qing a moment to recall who the unfamiliar number belonged to.

It was the apprentice of the Chinese medicine doctor.

She spoke irritably: "Don’t call me again in the future."

"President Wen, I wanted to share good news with you—Liu He has come to get another prescription. I just wanted to ask if you still need me to tamper with it. This kind of medicine usually requires continuous consumption to solidify its effects."

The implied message was clear: give him money, and he’d continue tampering with Liu He’s medicine.

Considering her situation now, Wen Qing could never let Liu He off the hook.

"I’ll pay you; make sure you prepare her medicine properly for me."

"Don’t worry."

After hanging up, Wen Qing coldly chuckled. The tight furrow on her brow gradually relaxed.

Seeing her reaction, the assistant grew uneasy and cautiously asked, "President Wen, what’s going on?"

Wen Qing smirked: "I’ve suddenly thought of a brilliant plan. Let’s see who Gong Chen chooses in the end."

The assistant looked at Wen Qing, puzzled.

Wen Qing slowly stood up: "Take me to visit Xiao Ran."

"Yes, ma’am."

...

Wen Qing entered Sang Ran’s hospital room in a wheelchair just as Sang Ran was finishing her messages with Lin Zhiyi.

Seeing the visitor, Sang Ran propped herself up slightly.

"Aunt, why don’t you rest more?"

"I was worried about you. Seeing you unharmed now makes it all worth it." Wen Qing’s eyes reddened as she smoothed Sang Ran’s hair.

Sang Ran already had some reliance on Wen Qing, and after being treated gently, she became even more docile.

"Aunt, thank you."

"Silly child, I’ve always said I only want the best for you." Wen Qing’s tears started falling immediately as she stared at Sang Ran.

Sang Ran knew Wen Qing wasn’t a sentimental person, so her crying must have other reasons.

"Aunt, what’s wrong? You’re still in recovery; you can’t let your emotions fluctuate too much."

"I’m just worried for you..."

Wen Qing hesitated, her tears flowing faster.

Sang Ran thought for a moment and asked: "Is it because of Zhiyi and my brother being engaged? Aunt, you should know the Sang Family’s rules—marriage decisions are personal, even my dad can’t interfere with my brother in this."

Wen Qing lowered her gaze, subtly grinding her teeth.

It was those damned rules.

She recalled how close she had been with Sang Li’s mother in the past, how she had suggested several times to help Sang Li find a wife—only to be rejected time and again under the guise of those rules.

Otherwise, how could Lin Zhiyi possibly use Sang Li to go against the Gong Family?

The next second, Wen Qing wiped away her tears and looked up.

"Xiao Ran, I’m worried that you and your brother might end up being completely deceived by Lin Zhiyi."

"Deceived? What’s wrong with Zhiyi?" Sang Ran asked, confused.

Wen Qing suddenly leaned closer to Sang Ran and whispered, "Lin Zhiyi... is pregnant."

Sang Ran froze completely, her face draining of all color.

She tried to move her lips: "Is it... my brother’s?"

Wen Qing’s tone turned meaningful: "It should be. If you calculate the time, it would’ve happened on the day of your engagement. But doesn’t this seem too coincidental? Pregnant one day, engaged the next—it wouldn’t be surprising if she used the pregnancy to force your brother into marriage. If that’s the case, this child might not be so simple."

Hearing this, Sang Ran hurriedly gripped Wen Qing’s arm: "Aunt! How do you know? Could the news be wrong?"

"Impossible. You remember that day Liu He and her friend had afternoon tea, don’t you? Liu He suddenly wanted to have a child, which struck me as odd. At her age, why would she insist on having a child? So I had people watch them, and sure enough, the doctor mentioned Lin Zhiyi’s pregnancy. These two women—mother and daughter—must be scheming something again."

Wen Qing spoke while observing Sang Ran with a worried expression.

Sang Ran’s body visibly wavered.

Wen Qing quickly steadied her: "Xiao Ran, what’s wrong?"

"Nothing... nothing." Sang Ran forced herself upright and pulled a weak smile. "Aunt, this child should be my brother’s."

"That’s good. If not... then this child would become the Changsun of the Sang Family." Wen Qing’s tone turned grave.

Sang Ran clutched at the blanket, her gaze intense as she asked, "Does anyone else know? For instance... people from the Gong Family?"

"No. Lin Zhiyi hasn’t told anyone." Wen Qing replied.

Sang Ran nodded deeply, her expression unreadable. "Aunt, I’d like to rest for a while."

"Alright. If you need anything, come find me."

Saying this, Wen Qing instructed the assistant to wheel her out.

On the way, the assistant was puzzled: "President Wen, why didn’t you directly suggest to Miss Sang that the child might belong to Third Young Master?"

Wen Qing sneered: "The Gong Family never allows anyone to push me into a lesser position. You think she’s clueless? She was once one of the Sang Family’s potential heirs. Saying too much would just backfire. Saying nothing—now that makes her suspicious."

"But now, Mr. Sang plans to take Lin Zhiyi back to Hai City. If Miss Sang doesn’t reach out to us, wouldn’t we waste this opportunity?"

"No, she will come to me. I saved her life; she trusts me more now." Wen Qing said confidently.

Sure enough, by the next morning, Sang Ran knocked on Wen Qing’s door.

"Aunt, I need to talk to you."

"Alright. Come in."