Gong Chen’s expression was ghastly.
His narrowed eyes emitted a chill, "Lin Zhiyi."
Lin Zhiyi looked straight into his eyes, "Didn’t you know what the old man did today? Was it amusing to see us, mother and daughter, struggling to gain favor? I really don’t want to play this game with you anymore, that night is long over, uncle."
Between them, the relationship could only come so far as this ’uncle.’
A cold gleam flickered in Gong Chen’s eyes as he turned and walked towards the direction of the garbage bin.
Lin Zhiyi watched his retreating figure with mixed feelings, unsure if she hoped he would retrieve that bag or just leave it be.
But she knew that with every step he took, her heart grew more tense.
Just as Gong Chen was about to intercept the servant, a sharp scream erupted from the garden path.
Turning to look, it seemed that Sang Ran, who wore a prosthetic leg, had stumbled on a flagstone and fallen.
Lin Zhiyi instinctively looked towards Gong Chen.
He stopped.
Lin Zhiyi took a light breath, her throat quivering with heavy bitterness that weighed her down.
She already knew the outcome, yet she masochistically watched as Gong Chen turned and ran towards Sang Ran.
And her scarf was carried away on the garbage truck.
Whether it was Song Wanqiu or now Sang Ran, Gong Chen had never chosen her.
Regaining composure, Lin Zhiyi didn’t want to be rude and still approached.
"Miss Sang, are you all right?"
Sang Ran shook her head with a smile, gracefully lifting her skirt to reveal her mechanical leg.
"My brother just changed it for me. It’s comfortable, but I’m still not used to it, sorry, it’s a bit embarrassing?"
"Not at all, these cobblestone paths are naturally tricky to walk on. I myself have tripped here before. It was raining then, and I slid quite a distance – now that was embarrassing." Lin Zhiyi tactfully eased her embarrassment.
Sang Ran understood and gratefully looked at her.
Otherwise, how could she face staying after falling in front of the man she liked?
Shifting the topic, Sang Ran said, "By the way, Zhiyi, did you drink the medicinal soup? I saw you were busy just now and specifically asked Third Young Master to save some for you."
Lin Zhiyi paused, realizing it was Sang Ran’s doing.
Seeing Sang Ran’s clear eyes, she couldn’t bring herself to be upset and simply nodded with a smile, "I did, thank you."
"It’s nothing... ah."
Sang Ran attempted to stand up straight, but seemed to be uncomfortable with the prosthetic on her leg, frowning deeply.
She looked awkwardly at Gong Chen, "Third Young Master, my wheelchair is inside the house, could you..."
"Mhm."
Without a word, Gong Chen swept Sang Ran into his arms.
As he turned to leave, Sang Ran, her face flushed, glanced at Lin Zhiyi and playfully put her finger to her lips.
It was an act, but she meant no harm; she simply wanted to be held by the man she liked.
Lin Zhiyi nodded, suddenly feeling that it was right for all the elders at the dinner table to like Sang Ran.
If not for such an awkward meeting, she would like her too.
Unable to bear the strain, she walked briskly towards the kitchen.
At that moment, a servant came pushing two empty garbage bins.
Lin Zhiyi stopped, "Is it all gone?"
The servant nodded, "Yes, the Gong Family does not allow trash to stay overnight."
"I see."
Lin Zhiyi said no more and entered the kitchen where Liu He was feeding fruit to Gong Shiyan.
Seeing this, she sat across from them.
"Uncle, there’s something I’d like to discuss with you."
"Go ahead," Gong Shiyan adjusted his posture.
"From now on, please don’t invite me to any of the Gong Family’s events, no matter how big or small. If the old man insists on my attendance, please help me refuse. You know he will definitely mention my mom."
Though she said ’mention,’ it was actually a threat.
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