allonlinenovel Chapter 326 Who should I ask for help?
Chapter 326 Who should I ask for help?
"But I don't believe you did it, but what about her?"
"How will she face the rest of her life? How will she face you? And what will you choose?"
"You don't have to answer me, I already know your choice."
He paused, exhaled white mist upwards, and said something that even he found ridiculous: "Your choice is not wrong."
Take the overall situation into consideration.
Major issues to minor ones out.
He understands.
Li Huan added: "But, she is not wrong either."
Gong Chen's brows suddenly furrowed, and his originally handsome and deep face actually looked a little embarrassed in the mist.
He lowered his eyes and stared at the flickering cigarette butt, remaining silent.
When the cigarette was about to burn out, Chen Jin knocked on the door and entered.
"Third Master, I found it."
Gong Chen raised his eyes, stood up and grasped the burning cigarette butt into his palm.
"gone."
After leaving the office, Gong Chen walked to Lin Zhiyi's ward.
Just as he was about to open the door, Liu He came out. The tears in her eyes had not yet disappeared, and there was a hint of resentment in her eyes when she looked at Gong Chen.
She blocked Gong Chen, looked him straight in the face and said, "Third Brother, Zhiyi finally fell asleep, don't disturb her, she has Mr. Sang to accompany her."
Gong Chen lowered his eyes and looked at her: "What do you want to say?"
Liu He felt somewhat frightened by his intimidating and cold aura.
But as a mother, she still clasped her hands together and chose to look directly at Gong Chen.
"Third brother, can you blame me for everything that happened to Zhiyi in the past? I can even take my life!"
"Just think of it as me, your mother, being greedy and vain, forcing her to get close to you, but now she doesn't remember anything. She has a boyfriend who loves her, and you are getting married too."
"Third brother, if you can only bring her possession, destruction, and ruin, and even use any means to get her, I beg you to let her go, okay?"
Gong Chen looked at Liu He's tear-stained face, slowly lowered his raised hand, and turned and left.
His tall figure was outlined by a black coat. The lights around him were dim, and he blended into the darkness little by little.
……
Suhe Bay.
Before Gong Chen even entered the room, he knew someone was waiting for him inside.
Chen Jin immediately stood in front of him.
Gong Chen raised his hand to stop him: "No, we are acquaintances."
When I walked into the house, I saw quite a few people sitting in the huge living room.
In addition to Mr. Gong, there are also Sang Ran and Wen Qing.
Everyone in the group raised their eyes at the same time, as if waiting to see his reaction.
But no matter how carefully they observed, they couldn't see through his thoughts.
Gong Chen glanced around and finally stopped at the man behind the old man.
The man immediately lowered his head and even took a step back.
Gong Chen withdrew his gaze, slowly took off his coat and put it aside, then slowly sat down.
It seemed as if nothing could disrupt his rhythm.
As a result, other people couldn't sit still.
Sang Ran picked up the freshly brewed tea and handed it to Gong Chen, and asked with concern: "I heard that Zhiyi was in trouble. Is she okay?"
Gong Chen didn't take the tea, but lit a cigarette and asked, "Who told you that?"
Sang Ran was stunned, and her hand holding the teacup froze in mid-air. She felt ashamed of having her thoughts seen through, making her feel embarrassed.
Gong Chen didn't look at her, but looked directly at Wen Qing beside her.
Wen Qing was shocked. He never expected that in just a few hours, Gong Chen seemed to know everything.
She sat upright and remained calm, saying, "Third Master, Xiao Ran is asking this because she is concerned about Lin Zhiyi."
"If you care so much, why don't you go to the hospital? You come here to wait for me, do you want to see what I know?"
Gong Chen directly expressed Wen Qing’s thoughts.
Wen Qing panicked for a moment and subconsciously looked at the old man.
The old man raised his voice and scolded: "Enough! I was the one who told Xiaoran about Lin Zhiyi. Are you going to question me too?"
The bluish-white smoke between Gong Chen's fingers blurred his face.
He looked at the old man coldly: "You are not in a hurry."
The old man frowned, and before he could understand what was going on, Wen Qing's cell phone rang.
When she saw that it was her assistant calling, she thought it must be work-related, so she moved aside and answered the call.
"Boss Wen, all those male models have been arrested, along with several of their wives. They were accused of gathering together..."
"Just now a lawyer went to see those ladies. I don't know what kind of agreement they reached, but they insisted that they were threatened. I guess these male models won't be able to keep their mouths shut for much longer."
"And the paparazzi just leaked the video of you and Guangsheng's CEO Zheng entering and leaving the hotel. Now the Wen family is rushing over and wants you to give an explanation."
It was obvious that everything was directed at Wen Qing.
Her face turned stern and she turned to look at Gong Chen.
He looked dully, his eyes lowered as he looked back at her.
Wen Qing instantly understood who was behind this.
But she had no choice but to grit her teeth and swallow it back.
Wen Qing hung up the phone, stood up and said, "I have something to do at work, I'll leave first."
Gong Chen glanced at him lightly and said, "Boss Wen should really take care of his own affairs and stop trying to meddle in other people's affairs."
Wen Qing's face turned blue and red, and he turned and left.
Sang Ran put down the teacup and stood up: "I'll go see my aunt off."
The two walked out of the house one after the other.
At the same time, the butler leaned over to the old man's ear and whispered about Wen Qing's situation.
The old man narrowed his eyes and looked at Gong Chen, with a hint of suspicion in his eyes, but it was only fleeting.
The most common criticism was that Wen Qing was careless in his work.
He fiddled with his sleeves and said casually, "You did a good job this time. Lin Zhiyi's hand is broken, and she is broken too. This is her retribution. People like her who are greedy and vain and only want to seduce men with their beauty deserve this fate."
Gong Chen sneered: "I did it? Did I do it?"
"Yes." The old man spoke majestically, pointing at the bodyguard behind him who betrayed Gong Chen, "As long as he insists that it was you who gave the order, then you did it! It doesn't matter if others don't believe it, as long as Lin Zhiyi believes it."
Gong Chen looked at the bodyguard coldly.
The bodyguard lowered his head in fear, and his tall and strong figure trembled under his gaze.
The old man put his hand on the armrest of the sofa, with dignity and unquestionable voice, and said: "This is one of the teachings of my father to you. If you can place spies, I can win people's hearts."
"Only interests can last forever. Love is just a game of buying and selling. You can be loving and affectionate, or you can be incompatible and perish together. It all depends on how you control it."
At this time, the old man seemed to have regained his peak in his thirties and forties. He was in great glory and in control of the entire Gong family.
"Indeed, only interests can last forever." Gong Chen smoked a cigarette, a hint of scarlet flickered, and a cold arc appeared at the corner of his lips.
The old man's heart skipped a beat. He clearly heard the answer he wanted, but his throat seemed to be strangled and he was suffocating.
Gong Chen's eyelids slightly lifted, his eyes were pure black and terrifyingly calm, making it difficult for people to approach him.
"Any other teachings?"
"You..." The old man's face darkened, but then he thought that Lin Zhiyi was a foregone conclusion and didn't want to argue too much, "Just prepare for the wedding recently and don't bother with people you shouldn't bother with."
After he finished speaking, the old man took his people away.
Gong Chen was still sitting upright on the sofa. The cigarette between his fingers had already burned to the end, but he seemed not to notice and continued to smoke mechanically.
The eyes were dim and the look was fragmented.
Sang Ran's unique footsteps were heard behind her. She held the armrest of the sofa and knelt on one knee on the ground.
"Third Master, please let my aunt go."
He didn't move, nor did he look at Sang Ran. He spoke in a low, hoarse, cold voice, "Beg me? Who should I beg?"