Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight-Chapter 405 She Can’t Die Now

Sang Ran drank the bitter medicine that was so vile it made her nauseous, worsening her already frail condition.

Just then, Sang Li sent her a message.

She opened the message while Wen Qing was tidying up the medicine bowl.

"Xiao Ran, come home."

Sang Ran’s pupils shrank abruptly.

Sang Li was actually advising her to get divorced.

The medicine churned uncontrollably in her stomach due to the emotional turmoil, and she couldn’t stop herself from retching.

Wen Qing grabbed a tissue and stuffed it directly into her mouth. "Don’t waste it. Drink it down; it’s good for your health. Isn’t it what you’ve always wanted—to bear a child for the Third Young Master?"

A child?

Those words only aggravated Sang Ran’s already irritable mood.

She stared at Wen Qing’s lips, which kept persuading her, and suddenly, a cold gleam flashed in her eyes.

In the next moment, as if triggered, she clutched her ears and snapped, "Stop talking! He already has a child!"

Wen Qing’s voice abruptly stopped. She looked at Sang Ran in disbelief.

"What did you say?"

With a hint of despair, Sang Ran said, "Aunt, he already has a child."

Wen Qing’s mind processed quickly, and she immediately thought of a name that had been missing for over three years.

"Lin Zhiyi?"

"Yes." Sang Ran nodded feebly.

Wen Qing immediately recalled the events of those years.

If Sang Ran hadn’t leaked the plan, Lin Zhiyi would never have left Jing City with the child.

And yet, Sang Li had shielded her so carefully over the past three years.

Very few people even know where Lin Zhiyi is.

But Lin Zhiyi was smart enough; except for maintaining contact with Liu He, she had almost cut ties with everyone in Jing City.

Gradually, everyone forgot about her.

Had Sang Ran become delirious from her illness?

Wen Qing tried to reason, saying, "Lin Zhiyi and your brother are abroad. Your brother isn’t stupid; how could he let her keep an ambiguous child?"

Having said this, Wen Qing was about to console Sang Ran, but as she met her gaze, she noticed something unusual.

Sang Ran smiled bitterly, saying, "I gave her money to persuade her to leave my brother. She’s never been abroad these past three years."

Wen Qing was alarmed. "How do you know she’s not abroad? My people confirmed she boarded the plane with your brother."

Sang Ran took a deep breath and directly opened her phone, finding a cartoon drawing of the child.

Although it was just a cartoon, the next day, when she went to look again, all cartoons concerning the child had been completely deleted.

Clearly, someone had done it deliberately.

Wen Qing glanced at the screenshot. At first, she thought it was typical youth-oriented comics and was ready to scoff at Sang Ran’s overreaction, but then she was startled by the child’s striking features.

Moreover, the men surrounding the child in the cartoon were all familiar faces.

Unless they were old acquaintances, such a high degree of resemblance was impossible.

"Impossible!"

Wen Qing gritted her teeth. She couldn’t believe Lin Zhiyi would leave behind a life clinging to Sang Li!

Lin Zhiyi and Liu He were just women who relied on men for status and money! freēwēbηovel.c૦m

Without Sang Li, Lin Zhiyi couldn’t survive outside Jing City at all.

Sang Ran scrolled through her phone, pulling up the cartoon’s author’s location and Lin Zhiyi’s online store.

Gang City.

Xingxing Jewelry.

A thought flashed through Wen Qing’s mind—Sang Ran had once mentioned wanting to name her own child Xingxing.

And the destination of Gong Chen’s current business trip was Gang City.

There was no way such coincidences could be random.

Wen Qing erupted in anger, her high heels stomping on the floor, threatening to dig a hole.

"I’ve told you before! Lin Zhiyi should never have been allowed to leave Jing City alive; and that bastard child definitely shouldn’t have survived!"

The clattering of high heels on the floor made Sang Ran’s temples throb with pain.

Weakly, she grabbed Wen Qing by the arm, sobbing, "Aunt, what should I do? I really don’t want to leave the Third Young Master. If I have to... I’d rather die!"

At the mention of death, Wen Qing immediately came to her senses; Sang Ran couldn’t die right now.

She wrapped Sang Ran in an embrace, saying, "Don’t worry; Aunt will help you."

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Sang Ran clutched her chest, coughing fiercely.

Wen Qing quickly helped her lie down. "Alright, don’t overthink it. Rest for a while."

Sang Ran nodded and closed her eyes.

Wen Qing carried the thermos and turned to leave the hospital room.

Moments later, Sang Ran opened her eyes, clutching the blanket tightly, her eyes bloodshot.

Lin Zhiyi, why did you have to reappear?

Meanwhile...

As soon as Wen Qing walked out of the room, she disregarded the late hour and called Old Mr. Gong.

Old Mr. Gong seemed to be awaiting news, as he picked up quickly.

"Did she drink it?"

"She did," Wen Qing replied honestly.

"Good. All my precious herbs won’t go to waste keeping her alive. I treated her like a gem, went through every effort to bring her into the family, yet she turned out to be the most useless of women. If she must die, at least she can’t die now."

The old man’s voice carried authority and anger.

This situation was entirely due to Sang Ran hiding the fact that she was terminally ill and fraudulently taking the position of the Gong Family’s Third Madam.

When Sang Ran couldn’t conceive a child within a year of marriage, Old Mr. Gong began to suspect.

Clearly, the medical report Sang Ran had given him during the premarital checkup showed that her amputation didn’t negatively impact her health.

Why couldn’t she have a child then?

As for Gong Chen supposedly having had a vasectomy, Old Mr. Gong didn’t believe it.

Even if it were true, as long as Sang Ran had captured Gong Chen’s heart, having children would simply be a minor surgery.

Thus, Old Mr. Gong bribed the Sang Family’s private doctor, discovering that Sang Ran couldn’t possibly bear children—and even surviving was an issue.

Feeling deceived, Old Mr. Gong had wanted to immediately annul the marriage between Gong Chen and Sang Ran.

But after some thought, he realized Sang Ran wasn’t entirely useless.

As Old Mr. Gong returned from his thoughts, Wen Qing’s voice came through the phone again.

"Old Master, Lin Zhiyi..."

"She left so many years ago. Why bring her up now?" Old Mr. Gong sounded impatient.

"Lin Zhiyi didn’t go abroad. She’s been hiding in Gang City and bore the Third Young Master a child. Both the Third Young Master and Sang Li have gone to Gang City now."

The old man’s voice quivered in rage. "That wench! Did she give birth to a boy or a girl?"

"A girl."

"Pointless." The old man snorted. "Go clean the mess up. Make sure word doesn’t reach Jing City at any cost."

"Understood."

Once Wen Qing hung up, she cast a venomous glare at Sang Ran’s hospital room door.

Sang Ran, don’t blame me for being ruthless. Blame yourself for letting Lin Zhiyi escape and ruining my plans all those years ago.

As Wen Qing turned to leave, she spotted a familiar figure.

Liu He?

What’s she doing at the hospital so late at night?

Wen Qing hurried forward, catching sight of Liu He stopping abruptly at a nearby corner.

Moments later, a male doctor wearing a white coat stealthily exited through another door.

Liu He rushed forward, throwing herself into the doctor’s arms.

The man looked young, refined, and scholarly.

Unexpectedly, he was just another young man.

Noticing someone passing by, the two quickly separated, lowering their heads and whispering a few words before Liu He turned to leave.

She was wearing a black coat, with the collar raised to obscure her face—clearly trying to cover her guilt.

Wen Qing stood back with a cold smile. "So the vixen couldn’t resist sneaking around. I’d love to see Gong Shiyan’s face when he finds out the wife he sacrificed everything to protect has been secretly filthy all this time."

An assistant whispered, "President Wen, do you need me to follow her?"

"No need. She’s too alert right now. Don’t startle her. Have someone keep an eye on them and gather as much evidence as possible—it’ll pair nicely with the mess involving Lin Zhiyi."

"Understood."

Wen Qing hadn’t felt this satisfied in a long time.