Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight-Chapter 384: Aggressive and Domineering

On the day Sang Ran was discharged, Lin Zhiyi went to the apartment to tidy it up one last time.

After covering everything with dust cloths, she glanced around, feeling that something of Sang Ran’s presence seemed to linger here.

"Zhiyi, ready yet? The elevator’s here," Sang Li asked, standing by the elevator.

"Coming."

Lin Zhiyi locked the door and turned to slip a gift into Sister Zhou’s slightly reddened hands.

"The perfume you like."

Sister Zhou held the perfume without looking at it, instead clutching Lin Zhiyi’s hand reluctantly. "Now that you’re leaving, who am I supposed to gossip with in the future?"

"We’ll keep in touch on WeChat. It’s not like I’m disappearing," Lin Zhiyi responded with a smile.

"I’ll definitely bother you nonstop then."

"Alright, I’ll be waiting."

Lin Zhiyi hugged Sister Zhou before following Sang Li away.

They stepped into the elevator.

Looking at the time, Sang Li asked, "Xiao Ran is being discharged today. Want to stop by and say hello together?"

"Sure."

Lin Zhiyi thought, perhaps seeing her and Sang Li together and happy would reassure Sang Ran.

When they got to the hospital, Gong Chen was just wheeling Sang Ran out.

When the man’s gaze landed on her, Lin Zhiyi’s heart skipped a beat. She felt flustered and clutched her bag tightly.

Sang Li reached out to take her hand and gave Gong Chen a slight nod. "Third Young Master, thank you for taking such good care of Xiao Ran."

"Hmm."

Gong Chen’s voice sounded hoarse; after speaking, he coughed twice, as though unwell.

Lin Zhiyi froze for a moment, fighting the urge to lift her head, and instead lowered her gaze to Sang Ran.

"Xiao Ran, are you okay?"

"I’m fine, thanks to Third Young Master’s meticulous care." Sang Ran held Gong Chen’s hand, raising her eyes to look deeply at him.

Their intimacy was unmistakable—almost like a loving couple.

Lin Zhiyi managed a polite smile in response.

Sang Ran continued, "Third Young Master, didn’t Doctor Li say you should go pick something up? You go ahead, we’ll head downstairs first."

"Hmm."

Gong Chen strode coldly past Lin Zhiyi.

The strong smell of cigarettes and even a hint of alcohol wafted through the air.

Lin Zhiyi bit her lip but suddenly noticed Sang Ran staring right at her.

Sang Ran smiled faintly. "Brother, I dropped my hair clip. Can you go back to the room and look for it?"

Sang Li sighed helplessly. "There you go losing things again. Wait here, I’ll go look."

As soon as he left, Sang Ran tilted her head and said, "Zhiyi, could you push me around for a bit?"

"Sure."

Lin Zhiyi moved behind the wheelchair to push Sang Ran forward.

But for some reason, the wheelchair seemed unusually heavy, refusing to budge even a little. Lin Zhiyi exerted considerable effort, but it didn’t move an inch.

Sang Ran apologized, "Maybe it’s the wheelchair being unused for too long. Try using a bit more strength."

"I’ll give it another go."

Lin Zhiyi tried harder this time.

Suddenly, the wheelchair sprang forward, crashing ahead while Lin Zhiyi fell to the ground.

The thought of her pregnancy flashed through her mind. She instantly adjusted her fall, landing protectively with her hands shielding her abdomen.

Sang Ran turned her wheelchair around and stared at Lin Zhiyi. "Zhiyi, did you hurt your stomach? Why are you holding onto it like that?"

Lin Zhiyi was startled. She quickly lowered her hands. "No, my stomach has just been acting up recently."

"Oh, I see. Can you get up?"

"Yes."

Under Sang Ran’s watchful gaze, Lin Zhiyi stood up, feeling an inexplicable unease about her expression.

But when she looked closer, Sang Ran’s smile remained unbroken—there was no visible change.

Moments later, Sang Li emerged from the hospital room with the hair clip in hand.

"Found it. What happened to you two?"

"Nothing really. Just the wheelchair’s brakes being slightly broken—it caused Zhiyi to fall." Sang Ran apologized.

"What?" Sang Li immediately grew tense and walked to Lin Zhiyi’s side. "Are you okay?"

Feeling he was overreacting, Lin Zhiyi gave him a look to reassure him. "I’m fine."

Only then did Sang Li relax.

At that moment, Gong Chen approached holding some medication.

"What’s going on?" His hoarse voice still carried authority.

Sang Ran pressed her lips together briefly before smiling. "The wheelchair’s brakes were broken, and Zhiyi fell while trying to push me."

Gong Chen frowned and immediately turned his attention to Lin Zhiyi.

About to say something, he paused as Lin Zhiyi silently leaned into Sang Li’s arms.

He stepped forward but was abruptly stopped by Sang Ran grabbing his wrist.

"Third Young Master, let’s go," Sang Ran said softly.

Without another word, Gong Chen wheeled Sang Ran away.

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Sang Ran turned to Lin Zhiyi and Sang Li. "I truly regret not being able to attend your engagement party earlier. When do you plan to get married? I’ll be sure to make it."

In an instant, the air grew tense and silent.

Lin Zhiyi pressed her lips together, feeling awkward.

She had anticipated Sang Ran’s provocations beforehand, but faced with her soft-spoken, double-edged comments, Lin Zhiyi couldn’t help but feel a deep sadness.

Sang Li, too, picked up on Sang Ran’s hidden meaning. He cut her off firmly. "Xiao Ran."

Sang Ran’s grip tightened on the wheelchair’s armrests. "What? Can’t I even care about my brother and sister-in-law’s wedding now?"

"We’re not planning on getting married for the time being," Sang Li replied bluntly.

"Then how about registering for marriage first?" Sang Ran suggested in a rush, as if dying to send them to the registration office immediately.

Sang Li’s expression darkened, his tone sinking with irritation. "Xiao Ran, that’s my private matter."

Sang Ran stubbornly pressed on, "No wedding, really?"

Sang Li was about to reprimand her when Lin Zhiyi stopped him.

"We will, once we settle down abroad, and we’ll let you know when the time comes."

"Alright." Sang Ran looked up at Gong Chen with a smile. "By then, Third Young Master and I will be sure to send you a big wedding gift."

"Thank you."

Lin Zhiyi managed a strained smile, hoping the conversation would end there.

But Sang Ran wasn’t done.

"Zhiyi, when do you plan to have a baby? My brother’s fond of children; he’d make a great dad. Didn’t you and Second Madam visit the Chinese medicine doctor together recently? Isn’t that to prepare for starting a family soon?"

"Third Madam," Lin Zhiyi’s tone turned cold as she corrected her title, "That’s none of your concern."

Sang Ran’s expression froze briefly, just as she was about to say something more. Suddenly, she let out a cry—before anyone could react, Gong Chen scooped her up and placed her in the car.

"We’re leaving," Gong Chen said, his voice still raspy.

He shut the car door decisively, and as the window rolled up, he coughed heavily, his hand clenched against his lips.

It wasn’t until the car drove away entirely that Lin Zhiyi slowly regained her composure.

"Don’t take it to heart, Zhiyi," Sang Li said apologetically, looking at Lin Zhiyi.

He hadn’t expected his usually sweet sister to become so confrontational.

Lin Zhiyi lowered her gaze. "Mr. Sang, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have spoken to a patient in that tone."

"It’s not your fault. Let’s go."

"Alright."

Lin Zhiyi nodded; since she was leaving soon, there was no point dwelling on anything.

Just as they were about to leave, a voice called out from behind.

"Lin Zhiyi!"

Li Huan approached hastily, carrying some medicine.

Sang Li noticed and said gallantly, "I’ll wait for you in the car."

With that, he strode off.

Li Huan stepped up to Lin Zhiyi and glanced around. "Where’s Third Young Master?"

"He’s gone," Lin Zhiyi replied indifferently.

"I told him to wait for a bit; he’s been coughing for days now. I specifically got someone to prepare medicine for him." Li Huan shook the medicine bottle slightly.

Lin Zhiyi glanced at it, recalling Gong Chen’s suppressed coughing.

Some words, though held back, still slipped out despite her effort.

"Just boil some loquat leaves’ water for him."

"I don’t know how. Why don’t you make it for him?" Li Huan asked.

"I don’t have time. I’m leaving."

Lin Zhiyi turned and walked toward the parking lot.

"Lin Zhiyi, his health hasn’t been well lately..."