Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight-Chapter 393: All Matched Up

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Five minutes later, Li Huan was tied to the office chair.

He looked at Chen Jin and smiled, "Don’t mess around. I still need to do rounds later."

"This week you’re assigned to consultations, not rounds." Chen Jin leaned against the desk and said sternly, "Don’t try to evade this. Whose child is that?"

"Zhou Zhao’s." Li Huan answered seriously and firmly.

Chen Jin’s lips twitched, his brows furrowing, "You should know what I’m talking about."

Li Huan rolled his eyes, "Isn’t it just a comic? Pure coincidence."

"It may seem like a coincidence that the three of us resemble the characters in the comic. But that little girl’s appearance—only you, me, and Third Young Master know about. Who could draw her so precisely? Unless she exists in reality. Do I need to spell it out for you?"

"Can you stop being like Third Young Master? I don’t know." Li Huan turned his face away, visibly uneasy.

"So you do remember him. You know what kind of life he’s been living for the past three years. He still thinks it was Mr. Sang who hid the girl away." Chen Jin said angrily. freewebnoveℓ.com

Li Huan pressed his lips together, hesitating before responding, "Chen Jin, you can’t just think about Third Young Master. You also need to consider Lin Zhiyi. Even if everything you suspect is true, do you really have the heart to drag the mother and daughter into this? Don’t forget, Ye Feifei still hasn’t been found, whether she’s alive or dead is uncertain."

Hearing this, Chen Jin fell silent.

After a moment, he untied the band around Li Huan’s back.

"Keep your identity low-key. Get in touch with the comic author. I took a look—the comic’s popularity is extremely high. If it’s about us, that’s one thing, but that child can’t be drawn any further."

"Alright."

Li Huan agreed, letting out a small sigh of relief.

A few minutes later, a notification popped up on Chen Jin’s phone with newly gathered information.

The comic author is currently in Gang City.

Following Chen Jin’s gesture, Li Huan made the call.

After a few rings.

A sweet female voice responded, "Hello."

Li Huan stared at the investigative information on Chen Jin’s phone, hesitating for a moment before asking, "Are you..."

"What?" The woman asked again, patiently waiting for him to speak.

"Are you..." Li Huan stared at the name but struggled to say it.

"If you’re not going to talk, I’ll hang up."

"Wait a moment." Li Huan decided to go for it, "May I ask if you’re ’Savage Woman Wielding a Large Knife at Midnight’?"

What kind of woman would give herself such a username?

The woman chuckled, "Yes, that’s me. Who are you? Are you here to discuss business? I’ve already negotiated two deals today, and I’ll probably be tied up for the next month."

"It’s not about business—it’s about the child you drew..."

"Child? Xingxing?" The woman instinctively blurted out.

"..."

Li Huan and Chen Jin froze when they heard the child’s name.

There was no mistake.

The appearance and the name matched.

Gong Chen once said that the child in his dreams was named Xingxing.

Li Huan hurriedly spoke up before Chen Jin could, "I hope you’ll take down the parts of the comic related to the child."

"Why should I?"

"Because the child is..." Li Huan was at a loss for how to explain.

The woman suddenly exclaimed loudly, "I know who you are now! You scumbag! Still trying to dig up dirt about the child? Keep dreaming!"

Beep beep beep—the call was abruptly disconnected.

When they tried calling again, Li Huan found he had been blocked.

Helplessly, he looked at Chen Jin, "She called me a scumbag."

Chen Jin’s face darkened slightly, "Nobody can know about the existence of the child. Take some leave and head to Gang City to negotiate face-to-face with the comic author."

"Alright." Li Huan nodded.

Chen Jin hesitated, "If you do meet her and the child... can you take a photo?"

Who "she" referred to was clear without saying.

Chen Jin thought such a photo might help Gong Chen at a critical moment.

Li Huan thought about Gong Chen and nodded bitterly.

Nobody knew Gong Chen’s situation over the past three years better than he did.

But... plans never seemed to go smoothly.

Just as Li Huan finished taking leave and preparing to book a flight to Gang City, a message from Zhou Zhao popped up on his phone.

"I’m tagging along with my young master for a business trip to Gang City. When I fly back to Jing City, let’s hang out. Don’t worry—I didn’t bring the kid!"

Zhou Zhao had already caught wind of it!

Li Huan felt a growing sense of unease.

Sure enough, in the next second, Chen Jin received orders from Gong Chen.

"Third Young Master found out Mr. Sang went to Gang City. He’s asking me to arrange a trip for him there."

"This is bad, really bad..."

Li Huan felt like his head was strapped on with his waistband at this point.

The two decided it was better to split up.

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Apartment.

Ever since Lin Zhiyi left, Gong Chen had been staying here.

Chen Jin opened the door to find packed luggage neatly arranged in the living room.

Walking inside, he saw Gong Chen standing at the balcony, a cigarette between his fingers, unlit.

Chen Jin stepped forward, "Third Young Master, I’ve already booked the flight and hotel."

Gong Chen turned around; the autumn breeze stirred, his sharp features radiating aloofness and indifference. His dark eyes were quiet like an abyss.

He swept a chilly gaze over Chen Jin, "Nothing else to say?"

Chen Jin faltered—he knew it wouldn’t be simple for Gong Chen to go to Gang City.

As he prepared to answer, Li Huan’s words flashed in his mind.

It was necessary to consider Lin Zhiyi and her daughter as well.

Recently, the situation with Gong Group had been growing increasingly complicated. It wasn’t the right time.

Chen Jin lowered his gaze, "It’s all just a coincidence."

"Is that so?"

Gong Chen narrowed his eyes, a cold glint enveloping him. He snapped the cigarette in his hand lightly. Tobacco strands floated away in the wind, adding a grim sense of foreboding.

Chen Jin’s body stiffened, but he remained silent.

At that moment, the doorbell rang, giving Chen Jin a brief moment of respite.

He rushed to open the door, raising his hand to block the view of the visitor.

"Miss Sang."

Sang Ran sat in a wheelchair, her face delicately adorned with makeup, but unable to conceal her pallor and frailty.

Despite the arrival of autumn, she was already wearing a thick sweater, her exposed wrists so thin they seemed like they could snap with slight pressure.

She maneuvered her wheelchair, attempting to enter, but was stopped by a cold voice.

"Don’t come in." Gong Chen walked over slowly, "What do you want?"

Sang Ran’s gaze bypassed him, landing on the luggage in the living room, a flash of bitterness appearing. "Another trip? Where to?"

Gong Chen replied indifferently, "I don’t need to explain my itinerary to you."

"Gang City? That little girl really resembles you." Sang Ran remarked with meaningful intent.

Gong Chen lowered his eyes, a trace of crimson rising in his pupils, "Sang Ran, it would be best if nothing happened to her."

"You’d rather get a vasectomy than have a child with me, all because of her?"

Sang Ran held her neck stiffly, veins bulging beneath her thin skin as she angrily questioned Gong Chen.

In these three years, it wasn’t only Gong Chen who had changed.

But also Sang Ran.

Old Mr. Gong never believed Gong Chen would go through with a vasectomy. He thought everything was due to Sang Ran’s shortcomings.

Thus, he pressured Sang Ran relentlessly, with both ideological persuasion and demands for a child.

Sang Ran’s mindset eventually shifted as well. She began to believe she hadn’t done enough. Ignoring the doctor’s advice, she frantically adjusted her health.

Her obsession evolved from marrying Gong Chen to leaving him a legacy.

But this legacy was hers alone to desire.

Gong Chen had promised Sang Li to give Sang Ran a peaceful end, so he didn’t argue.

Keeping his face impassive, he merely replied, "What do you think?"

Sang Ran reached out desperately to grab hold of Gong Chen with all her remaining strength. Her face lost all color, though her eyes were bloodshot.

"I won’t let you go."

Saying this, Sang Ran fainted on the spot.

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