Living room.
Everyone had already left.
Gong Chen put down his phone and coldly lit a cigarette.
Old Mr. Gong turned and looked at him, "Was it you who brought in Sang Li?"
"No," Gong Chen’s voice was very faint, deep, "Haven’t I done as you asked?"
"You..."
Old Mr. Gong frowned at Gong Chen.
Gong Chen flicked the ash off his cigarette, his cold gaze slightly lifting, "Dad, don’t rush, take care of your health."
After speaking, he turned and left.
Old Mr. Gong was so angry that his body shook, but fortunately, the butler came forward to support him.
"Are you all right?"
"That scourge must not stay! Go!" Old Mr. Gong said through gritted teeth.
"But what about Second Young Master..." the butler ventured worriedly.
"Have you never heard that without the old, the new cannot come? Men are all the same."
Old Mr. Gong let out a cold laugh.
"Yes, I’ll take care of it right away."
...
On the way back, Lin Zhiyi didn’t speak a word, tightly holding onto the bottle of mineral water in her hands.
Suddenly, Sang Li took the water from her hands.
After opening the bottle cap for her, he stuffed it back into her hands.
"Drink some water, calm your nerves."
Lin Zhiyi nodded, took a sip of water, and then remembered that she hadn’t thanked him yet.
"Mr. Sang, thank you for this time, but my mother and I really didn’t switch the genuine products."
"I believe you," Sang Li said solemnly.
Lin Zhiyi was surprised, and the explanation she was about to offer was swallowed back.
She smiled.
As she smiled, bitterness filled her heart.
So trust could be this simple, not starting with accusing her.
Lin Zhiyi lowered her head, not wanting others to see the blur in her eyes.
Sang Li raised his hand and gently touched her head, "It’s going to be okay."
Lin Zhiyi had thought the same.
Perhaps the three million on Liu He’s account was a breakthrough.
But reality quickly dealt her a heavy blow.
Just as she arrived at the apartment building and hadn’t gotten out of the car yet, she received a call from Gong Shiyan.
After hearing the man’s anxious voice on the other end of the phone, she felt as if the sky had collapsed.
"My... my mother rolled down from upstairs and is unconscious."
Her eyes welled up with tears as she looked at Sang Li, tears breaking through, her eyes refracting the fragmented light, appearing as if shattered.
Sang Li paused and then firmly grasped Lin Zhiyi’s trembling hand.
"Don’t be afraid."
"Zhou Zhao, to the hospital."
...
Hospital.
When Lin Zhiyi ran into the ward, Liu He had just returned from the examination room.
Her face, which she was most proud of, was as white as paper and not good-looking at all.
If it had been a normal day, even if her back was sore, she would first apply some cream while lying in bed.
Now, no matter how they moved her, she wouldn’t wake up.
"Mom."
Lin Zhiyi called out forcefully, but her voice was so hoarse it seemed stuck in her throat.
On the other side of the bed, Gong Shiyan tried to sound casual, "Zhiyi, don’t worry just yet, the doctor said it didn’t hit any vital parts, it’s just a bit of concussion, she’ll wake up."
As he spoke, he stared intently at Liu He on the bed, his hand never leaving hers.
Lin Zhiyi pursed her lips, her eyes brimming with sourness, knowing very well that this incident was no accident.
With Liu He out of the picture, there would be no proof.
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