Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight-Chapter 52 - The Cat Ran Away

Chapter 52: Chapter 52 The Cat Ran Away

Chapter 52 -52 The Cat Ran Away

Emergency Room.

Miss Song Wanqiu had only been a bit startled and was otherwise unharmed.

Shen Yan, wearing Gong Chen’s coat, stood at the foot of the bed, tears streaming down her face, looking even more pitiful and miserable than Wanqiu who had fallen into the water.

Leaning against a soft pillow, Wanqiu silently wept without waiting for Shen Yan to explain.

“Third Young Master, it was my fault. I misunderstood that Shen Yan had some intentions towards you, so I took your coat and… I accidentally hit her.”

“I just didn’t expect her to suddenly push me into the lake like she was insane. Luckily, you arrived in time, otherwise, I couldn’t even imagine the consequences.”

She didn’t appear pitiful and frail like Shen Yan; instead, she elegantly wiped her tears, perfectly embodying the composure befitting a lady of her status.

Both were crying, but it was obvious who cried more beautifully.

A man like Gong Chen would never take notice of a woman who only knew how to play the victim.

Wanqiu glanced coldly at Shen Yan.

There’ll be a time when you beg for mercy!

But to Wanqiu’s surprise, Shen Yan didn’t beg for mercy; instead, she knelt down tragically at Gong Chen’s feet.

“Third Young Master, I really didn’t do it on purpose! I’m just an ordinary citizen. How could I dare offend your fiancée? I was just… in so much pain from Miss Song’s slap that I wanted to explain to her that there was nothing between us, but in the scuffle, she fell into the lake.”

“Third Young Master, if you don’t believe me, look at my face.”

Shen Yan seemed to be admitting her fault but was actually playing the victim.

Kneeling, she looked up at Gong Chen, adopting the most cowardly posture to look up at the highest man.

She fulfilled all the fantasies of men being superior.

Especially now, with her swollen red face, she looked even more pitifully charming.

She continued to speak while crying, wiping away her tears as she spoke.

Her red eyes timidly fixed on Gong Chen.

Wanqiu on the bed was so angry she felt like getting up and tearing Shen Yan’s face off.

Although Shen Yan didn’t consider herself as beautiful as Wanqiu, she still saw herself as a modest beauty and hoped Gong Chen would take more notice of her, remembering her.

Just as she was filled with hope, Gong Chen glanced impatiently at his watch.

“You continue, come up with a solution then tell me.”

With that, Gong Chen left without turning back.

Wanqiu sat up straight and softly called out, “Third Young Master, Third Young Master…”

The door still closed.

She directly backhanded Shen Yan with a slap.

“What? The dog wants to bite its master? You’ve had enough benefits over the years, do you want to die?”

Shen Yan turned her head from the slap, enduring the humiliation, resigned to swallow her anger.

Her face, which used to be pleasant, was now asymmetrically swollen, appearing somewhat hideous.

Her hand, hidden in the wide sleeve, clenched tightly, but she still mustered a smiling face.

“Miss Song, I was actually helping you.”

“Shen Yan, I’ve warned you before not to harbor inappropriate thoughts, and you still dare say you’re helping me?” Wanqiu leaned against the pillow and sneered coldly, her face bereft of its usual grace.

“You’ve plotted hard to get me into Xue Man’s studio, isn’t it because you hoped I would deal with Lin Zhiyi? If the news of me pushing you into the water out of revenge reaches Xue Man’s ears, even if I am the Third Young Master’s fiancée, she would never keep me, so I had no choice but to change my statement in front of the Third Young Master.”

Shen Yan kept her head down, meekly nodding.

Wanqiu looked down at her: “Then I should thank you.”

“I’ve taken benefits from Miss Song, it’s only right that I do this.”

“At least you have some self-awareness,” Wanqiu scoffed as she flipped off the blanket, sat on the edge of the bed, and lifted Shen Yan’s face by the chin, staring at her swollen cheeks and chuckled harshly, “Since that’s the case, leave behind what you shouldn’t have taken, and get out.”

What shouldn’t have been taken?

Shen Yan was momentarily stunned, tightly clutching the coat on her body.

If she took off the coat, she might as well be exposed.

“Miss Song, please don’t do this…”

Wanqiu calmly adjusted her hair, not sparing Shen Yan a glance: “Take it off, or I’ll have someone help you.”

Shen Yan bit her lip and shakily took off Gong Chen’s coat, then struggled to her feet.

Wanqiu glanced at her, sneered contemptuously, “That figure? No one wants to see. Get out.”

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Pale-faced, Shen Yan covered her chest and walked out of the emergency room.

The eyes around her all fell on her.

Instead of running away, she sobbed and shrank as if about to collapse.

A kind nurse supported her, “What’s wrong with you?”

“I, I fell into the water, how can I walk like this?”

Shen Yan curled up.

The nurse quickly embraced her, “I’ll get you a coat, stop crying now.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you…” Shen Yan sobbed with tears streaming down her face.

Seeing her so pitiful, the nurse felt embarrassed.

Shen Yan had always known that her misery was her greatest advantage, and she knew how to make the most of it.

A few minutes later, Shen Yan walked out of the emergency building calmly, wearing someone else’s coat.

She turned to look at the door and raised her hand to touch her aching face.

Lin Zhiyi, Song Wanqiu, what’s so great about you?

Just wait, I will replace you!

…

Gong Chen went upstairs and entered Lin Zhiyi’s hospital room.

What he saw was a bed tidy as new, the smell of disinfectant still lingering in the air.

The aunty cleaning the restroom had just come out, and upon seeing the evidently wealthy man, she became particularly cautious.

“Are you…”

“Where is the person from this room?”

“She has been discharged,” the aunty said and suddenly remembered something, quickly putting down the garbage bag she was holding, “Oh right, she left an examination report on the bedside table, said to give it to whoever comes.”

Gong Chen stepped forward, picked up the report, and furrowed his brows slightly as he looked at it.

The aunty wiped the doorknob and added,

“This girl had just recovered her eyesight, but somehow got injured again, her ankle swollen badly, and her arms all scratched up by branches, the doctor asked her to stay for observation, but she insisted on leaving.”

Hearing this, Gong Chen’s expression became complicated, and he turned to leave the hospital room and headed to his friend’s office.

“Did you let her go?”

He questioned right off the bat.

His friend got startled by his tone, stood up to explain, “I couldn’t stop her, and she signed a consent form, I had no reason to keep her.”

Gong Chen’s forehead creased slightly, he placed the lab report on the table and walked over to the window to light a cigarette.

As the smoke billowed, it seemed like there was something pressing on his throat, he murmured lowly, “What’s going on?”

His friend glanced at the lab report, “It was her proactive request, she even knew when the pregnancy test should be done, looks like she had prepared for it. What is she worried about, whose child it might be?”

As he spoke, he was still looking down, focusing on the numbers, speculating.

Suddenly, the room’s temperature seemed to drop a lot.

His friend startled, suddenly looking up, “It’s yours? You’re too beastly! There’s a generation gap between you two!”

He clicked his tongue, “But luckily, she…”

“Isn’t pregnant,” Gong Chen blurted out, holding a cigarette.

His friend was even more surprised, “You’ve done research on obstetric data too?”

At that, Gong Chen froze for a moment.

“No.”

“How did you know then?”

“I think I’ve seen it before,” Gong Chen’s mind flashed.

His friend chuckled, patting his chest, “Others are openly flirtatious, turns out you’re covertly so, just how many women have you…”

Gong Chen’s sharp gaze made his friend afraid to continue.

“Keep your mouth shut, Dr. Li Huanhuan.”

“Ah! Don’t call me by my name! It’s Li Huan, not Huanhuan!”

His mother liked daughters, had thought of the name Huanhuan long ago.

Born a boy, they were too lazy to rethink and simply called him Li Huan, or Huanhuan as a nickname.

Calling it gave him a headache.

Worse still, there was a girl in high school who had the same name! Her nickname was also Huanhuan!

“Gong Chen, stop right there! Where are you going?”

Gong Chen twisted the cigarette butt into the ashtray, said meaningfully, “The cat has run away, I’m catching a cat.”