Lin Zhiyi closed her eyes and felt her body rapidly descending before plunging into the bone-chilling cold of the sea.
At this moment, she couldn’t muster any strength throughout her body, nor did she desire to struggle, letting herself sink to the bottom of the sea.
The seawater compressed her lungs, and the suffocation made her gradually lose consciousness.
Suddenly, the waves churned above her head, and a figure dived into the water.
She really wanted to see who it was, but she could no longer hold on.
Anyway, it couldn’t possibly be Gong Chen.
From this height, he wouldn’t jump.
Before Lin Zhiyi lost consciousness, someone grabbed her tightly, and her lips were immediately covered.
As if she had caught a lifeline, she wrapped her arms around the person’s neck, and her body was lifted towards the surface of the sea.
Just as they neared the surface, the person holding her suddenly let go, and she reached out to grasp the figure before her but caught only air.
The next second, her hand was grabbed again, and she was completely pulled out of the water.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
Lin Zhiyi ignored her coughing, immediately looking up at the person who had saved her.
"Mr., Mr. Sang..."
Sang Li wiped his face, looking terrible, "I shouldn’t have agreed to cooperate with you at the plaza! Do you know how dangerous this was!"
Lin Zhiyi opened her mouth to explain, but Sang Li pulled her into his arms instead.
She was too weak to struggle, just aimlessly staring at the sea surface.
At that time, the sound of sirens erupted from the shore.
Sang Li carried her up onto the sand, where his assistant, Zhou Zhao, rushed over with a dry towel.
"Young Master, you can’t scare people like that, just jumping into the sea."
"Let the doctor check on Zhiyi first."
Sang Li snatched the towel and began to wipe Lin Zhiyi down.
Zhou Zhao gestured to the ambulance, and the paramedics hurried over.
"She’s experiencing mild hypothermia; we need to go to the hospital."
They wrapped another blanket tightly around Lin Zhiyi and assisted her towards the ambulance.
After two steps, Lin Zhiyi felt a sudden, inexplicable stab of pain in her chest.
She turned her head towards the sea, feeling as though she had left something behind.
"What’s wrong?" Sang Li asked.
Looking at his pale face, Lin Zhiyi shook her head slightly, "Nothing, come to the hospital with me. You look terrible."
"Okay."
Sang Li helped her into the ambulance.
After the ambulance left,
Chen Jin emerged from the sea, disregarding his entire body freezing stiff, helping the bleeding Gong Chen to the shore.
"Third Young Master, Li Huan will be here soon; bear with it a bit longer."
Gong Chen leaned against the rocks, pressing on his wound, silently watching the departing ambulance, the light in his dark eyes sparse and shattered.
As the distant car lights disappeared, he gradually lowered his head, his silhouette forlorn, enveloped by the night, and exceptionally desolate.
"Third Young Master! Third Young Master!"
...
Hospital.
Lin Zhiyi had He Yao as a cushion during her fall into the sea, so she was virtually unharmed.
She wasn’t surprised by this outcome at all.
Seeing this, Li Huan, as a doctor, stepped forward politely to block their way.
"Old Mr. Gong, President Wen, the patient needs to rest now. Please leave first."
Old Mr. Gong didn’t speak but swept a glance at Wen Qing.
Wen Qing, having backup, pushed past Li Huan directly and walked to Lin Zhiyi’s bedside, looking down at her arrogantly.
"Lin Zhiyi, do you think by hiding your mother, all will be well?"
"President Wen, I don’t understand what you’re talking about?"
Lin Zhiyi looked innocently, and even faced with so many people, she only calmly dusted the quilt.
Wen Qing snorted coldly, "I see you won’t cry until you see the coffin. Your mother supporting a young man has already come to Old Mr. Gong’s knowledge; the photos have been sent to the Gong Family. How long do you think you can hide it?"
With that, she took out a stack of photos from her bag and threw them onto the bed.
Some photos scattered on the floor, conveniently revealing images of Liu He and the young man lying together in front of everyone.
Many in the Gong Family were quite conservative, and upon seeing the photos, they all frowned and looked on coldly, even their gaze towards Lin Zhiyi carried disgust.
Wen Qing added fuel to the fire, "I heard this type of man is specifically trained to please wealthy women. Who knows how many people he’s slept with, and what if he’s sick too?"
Lin Zhiyi scoffed, "President Wen, you seem very knowledgeable, I wouldn’t have guessed otherwise if you weren’t in this line of work yourself."
"Lin Zhiyi, I’m just kindly reminding Old Mr. Gong. Your mother, after all, is the Second Madam. If this gets out, what will others think of the Gong Family? What will they think of the Second Young Master? Luckily, I bought these photos."
Wen Qing’s tone was cold, her clever eyes filled with threat.
Lin Zhiyi immediately understood, the He Family was in trouble, and Wen Qing now wanted to use Liu He to threaten her into keeping silent.
Lin Zhiyi lightly swept the photos off the bed and stared at Wen Qing, "President Wen, my mother is praying at a temple on the mountain. What is your true intention in taking this opportunity to sling mud?"
"Enough!" Old Mr. Gong suddenly burst out, speaking with an authoritative and stern voice, "Lin Zhiyi, look at what your mother has taught you! Lying is second nature! Are you sure your mother is praying at the temple?"
"What else?"
Lin Zhiyi met Old Mr. Gong’s gaze, but out of the corner of her eye, she caught Wen Qing smiling.
Obviously, they came prepared this time.
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