Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight novel Chapter 342

Chapter 342: Chapter 342: Is It Really Okay to Disturb Others Casually?

The door was pushed open, and Wen Qing seemed to have been prepared as he brought people rushing in.

This time, there was no disappointment, there indeed was a person lying on the bed.

From the length of the hair exposed, it must be a woman.

Wen Qing pretended not to see and directly lifted the covers: "Sang Li, are you alright? Ah! A woman!"

The alarmed voice drew everyone’s attention.

The woman on the bed was also startled, immediately pulling the covers completely around herself.

Wen Qing reached out to let everyone see the woman’s face, when Sang Li, with his hair wet, came out from the bathroom.

"What are you all doing here?" he asked displeasingly, pinching the towel.

Sang Ran turned to look at Sang Li: "Bro, are you alright? Why didn’t you answer your phone?"

Sang Li pointed at the phone charging on the bedside table: "It was on silent."

Silent implies not wanting to be disturbed.

As for what was being disturbed...

Everyone looked towards the bed.

Sang Li blocked everyone’s view and said: "Please leave first."

Wen Qing smiled and spoke in a tone of an elder: "Sang Li, what’s there to be embarrassed about? An ugly wife must eventually meet her in-laws, when the time comes we’ll have both families sit down for a meal, everything that should be settled will be settled, no one will be treated unfairly."

"It’s best if my aunt thinks this way." Sang Li looked towards the person on the bed, "Isn’t that right, Zhiyi?"

Wen Qing’s smile froze, and his face turned grim: "Who are you talking about?"

"Zhiyi. My girlfriend." Sang Li coldly stared at her as he repeated.

At these words, the person on the bed also moved, and accidentally exposed a suggestive mark on her shoulder when sticking her head out.

"Can you please leave? Is it really okay to disturb others like this?"

"How could it be you?" Wen Qing blurted out in inquiry.

Lin Zhiyi sneered: "President Wen, what you just said is quite funny, who else would be with my boyfriend other than me?"

Wen Qing, realizing his mistake, tightened his lips and tried to squeeze out a smile.

"Have you been here all this time?"

"What else?"

Lin Zhiyi spoke casually, but her hand under the covers trembled incessantly due to someone’s gaze.

That crushing pain came again, with every bone seam throbbing with exhaustion and agony.

Wen Qing wanted to ask more but was interrupted by Sang Ran stepping forward.

"It’s my fault, we had free-flowing drinks today, many got mixed and everyone drank a lot, so I was really worried about everyone."

"Just now I thought something happened to Third Young Master, but then he said he drank too much and fell asleep, nothing happened."

Upon hearing this.

Lin Zhiyi’s downcast eyes instantly dispersed, the blush from her cheeks to her neck cleaned off thoroughly.

Trembling while opening her lips, an hysterical pain, but in the end it vaguely choked in her throat, suffocating her to only breathe.

Gong Chen is such a person.

Withdrawing so quickly, leaving behind a shattered self.

She can only try to piece herself together, trying to live on.

But whenever there’s a glimmer of hope, he always appears to destroy everything.

Under the covers, she forcefully pinched her body, trying to calm herself...

Sang Li looked at Lin Zhiyi, angrily said: "Everyone out."

He relentlessly pushed people out and when closing the door, he pulled Sang Ran aside.

"Why did you let aunt come in?"

"I, I was worried about you."

"Xiao Ran!" Sang Li clenched his teeth.

"I’m sorry, I’m sorry, is that okay?"

Sang Ran sobbed and rushed out of the room.

Sang Li closed the door, turned around, and quickly walked to the bedside, Lin Zhiyi had already fainted.

"Zhiyi? Zhiyi?"

He dialed Zhou Zhao’s phone: "Get a female doctor to wait at the villa."

Zhou Zhao, sensing something was wrong in Sang Li’s tone, changed his usually playful demeanor: "Okay."

...

Wen Qing and Sang Ran hurriedly said goodbye and quickly entered the elevator.

Just about to take out the phone to make a call, a hand blocked the closing elevator doors.

The elevator opened again, and Ye Feifei rushed in with a furious face.

The room door, already cleaned, was spotless.

And it was empty.

With reddening eyes, an unwilling Sang Ran rushed to the parking lot.

Just as Gong Chen was getting into his car.

She reached out and grabbed the car door: "Third Young Master, why didn’t you wait for me?"

Gong Chen glanced at her: "If you want to go back to the Gong Family, have the driver take you. If not, stay in the hotel."

"Why?" Sang Ran gripped the car door tightly.

"No reason," Gong Chen said coldly and effortlessly closed the door.

Sang Ran stubbornly stood outside the car window, waiting for Gong Chen to stop.

However, Gong Chen left unrelentingly without turning back.

Back at Su He Bay.

Li Huan was already waiting, and without a word, he took out a syringe and drew a vial of blood from him.

"I’m not sure if there’s any residual from the last few hours; I need to send it for testing to find out."

"Mm," Gong Chen discarded the cotton swab and rolled down his sleeve.

Seeing the scratch marks on his arm, Li Huan asked cautiously, "Did you scratch yourself?"

"I don’t know."

"So, Lin Zhiyi and Sang Li are now..." Li Huan began tentatively.

Gong Chen stood up, turned his back to Li Huan, and poured a drink, the bottle thudding onto the table.

"Get the results as soon as possible."

Seeing his mood was off, Li Huan hummed, began packing up, and muttered, "Angry? Too late, your woman has already run off with someone else."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a bang resounded as the door was slammed, causing the wall paintings to shake.

Li Huan bit his lip in sympathy as he looked at the painting: "That’s worth several million."

In the room.

Gong Chen sat in the chair, pulling out two items from his pocket.

One of them was a photograph, a moment captured by a photographer of Lin Zhiyi and him on a merry-go-round, which he had secretly asked for.

He caressed the photo of the person, closed his eyes for a moment.

When he opened them again, his eyes were profoundly dark as he turned to lock the photo and a small box into a drawer.