Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight novel Chapter 380

Chapter 380: Chapter 380: He Remembers That Night

Gong Chen calmly spoke, "The day before Wen Qing set a trap for Liu He, Sang Li successfully proposed to Lin Zhiyi. This is something Sang Li didn’t tell anyone except his family."

Sang Ran pursed her lips.

"Aunt is also my family."

"The reasoning is barely acceptable." Gong Chen said coldly, "But you’re not suited for this."

Sang Ran’s breath hitched, and she lowered her gaze. "And Aunt?"

Gong Chen stood up. "Don’t worry, you’ll meet her soon enough."

Hearing this, Sang Ran looked at Gong Chen, bewildered.

...

Several hours earlier.

Wen Qing stared at the rising popularity in Jiang Fen’s son’s livestream, bubbling with joy inside.

Liu He is doomed.

And Gong Shiyan will undoubtedly regret it.

But the moment she pushed open the door, the smoke-filled air instantly made her alert.

"Who dares to smoke in my office?"

The chair before the desk slowly swiveled around, revealing Gong Chen’s deep and dangerous face.

He leaned back against the chair, hands resting on the armrests, the scarlet embers at his fingertips flickering faintly.

As he lifted his hand to take a drag, his dark eyes narrowed slightly. It was a simple, ordinary gesture, yet Wen Qing felt an inexplicable suffocation.

She slowly approached him, smiling, "Third Young Master, what a rare guest. I wonder what brings you here?"

The blue-white smoke puffed out from his thin lips as he finally spoke leisurely, "A few partnering companies came to me to discuss some matters. I’d like you to help analyze whether or not I should make a move."

For a moment, Wen Qing couldn’t decipher Gong Chen’s intentions and could only keep up a smiling façade. "Of course."

Gong Chen’s voice turned icy. "Mrs. Guo from Baicheng holds a considerable percentage of shares. She mentioned her husband has been stressed from coming home late every day. Then there’s Mrs. Chen from Sheng Heng, Mrs. Wang from Da Sheng..."

"Enough!" Wen Qing broke into a cold sweat as those names kept piling up and immediately stopped Gong Chen from continuing.

Through the haze, Gong Chen gazed steadily at her. "You’ve really learned nothing, haven’t you? Flirting with the Wives Group, now back at repeating old tricks. It’s unfortunate—they’re not easy to fool. So, tell me, should I cover for you or hand you over? Sure, the Wen Family has grown well these two years, but I can swallow you whole."

Only then did Wen Qing realize her matters had been completely exposed.

In Hai City, she once thrived by leveraging her ties with the Sang Family.

Since Sang Ran married Gong Chen, she naturally sought greater heights.

So she resumed her old schemes, using women she had groomed to allure notable figures within the circle, reaping benefits in return.

Yet Gong Chen had known everything clearly.

Realizing this, Wen Qing’s eyes widened. "You knew from the start! You deliberately let my plan succeed!"

Gong Chen spoke without emotion, "Yes, and I even helped you select those men. Profit-driven alliances, strained couples—those are the easiest targets. But since they’re partnerships of interest, how could their wives be ordinary people? President Wen, you should know the consequences of provoking family matriarchs in Jing City."

Wen Qing’s face turned ashen.

This wasn’t Hai City, where she could rely on Sang Ran to intercede.

Her breathing became erratic, but after a long while, she forced herself to manage her expression. "Third Young Master, what do you want?"

Gong Chen slowly rose, extinguishing his cigarette against Wen Qing’s prized Wen Group president nameplate.

"President Wen, I heard you’re blood type AB."

"..."

Wen Qing collapsed onto the chair, trembling in fright.

The next day, after multiple tests and a period of fasting and water deprivation, Wen Qing voluntarily entered the operating room.

...

After Lin Zhiyi followed Sister Zhou home, she collapsed into bed and fell asleep.

She slept all the way until the afternoon of the next day.

Sister Zhou saw her emerge from the room and finally let out a sigh of relief after fretting all night.

"Do you know how long you’ve been asleep? I almost thought you were gone. You scared me into checking your breathing multiple times."

"Just a bit tired," Lin Zhiyi weakly replied.

Sister Zhou noticed her pallor and quickly helped her sit down, then served a steaming bowl of soup. "I’ve kept this warming on the stove, waiting for you to wake up and drink it. Try it."

Lin Zhiyi took a sip, and warmth instantly enveloped her body.

Before long, the entire bowl of soup was drained. _{freёwebnovel.com}