mtl008 Chapter 239 Someone will die
Chapter 239 Someone will die
After Gong Chen left, Lin Zhiyi leaned against the pillar in a daze, the vast snow outside reflected her bloodless face.
She held on to the pillar and walked forward, with red satin that had just been hung above her head.
They were dancing in the wind, but she was dead silent.
After returning to the yard, Lin Zhiyi lay on the bed in the guest room, feeling uncomfortable all over. The brand new bedding did not give her a sense of security at all.
Finally, he closed his eyes in a daze.
……
Gong Chen sat on the sofa, his fingertips against his forehead, his long eyelashes half-closed, hiding the emotions in his eyes.
"Third Master, you're back."
Sang Ran walked forward happily, and seeing his coat draped on the sofa, she immediately and virtuously picked it up and smoothed the cuffs for him.
"I've packed up the cloakroom. Can I hang it up for you?"
"Ah."
Gong Chen responded absentmindedly.
Suddenly, his fingertips paused and he quickly stood up and went upstairs.
Sang Ran was a little confused. She turned around and followed Gong Chen, saying with difficulty, "Third Master, please slow down. I can't walk so fast."
When she arrived at the cloakroom, Sang Ran saw Gong Chen standing in front of the closet.
"what happened?"
"Where's the red scarf in the closet?"
Even Gong Chen himself didn't notice that he suddenly raised his voice.
Sang Ran froze for a moment, and explained, "I saw through it, so I asked the servants to put it back in the box, and then... the box seemed to have been taken away and thrown away by the servants, and I went..."
Before she could finish, the figure in front of her had disappeared at the stairs.
When Gong Chen went over, two maids were lighting a fire next to the trash can.
"It's so disgusting. I don't want anything she's touched. It smells so bad."
"Keep your voice down."
"What are you afraid of? Didn't the old man also imply her morality? How could the old man be wrong?"
The maid laughed and threw the scarf into the fire.
When the flames licked the scarf, a hand, regardless of the burns, reached into the fire and snatched the scarf back.
But one corner was still burned.
He raised his eyes to look at the maid. Although his face was expressionless, his dark eyes were dark and terrifying.
"You are fired."
"Third Master, I..." The maid's face was pale and she wanted to beg for mercy.
"roll."
Gong Chen tightened his grip on the scarf with his knuckles and turned away.
……
In the room.
When Sang Ran saw the slightly red back of Gong Chen's hand, she raised his hand anxiously.
"Third Master, are you okay? It's just a scarf. If you like it, I can buy you a few more."
Gong Xingjing withdrew her hand and said in a cold tone: "I don't like others touching my things."
Sang Ran froze in place, her heart aching suddenly.
She pursed her lips and said, "I'm sorry."
"Um"
Gong Shen was angry.
But Sang Ran saw in his eyes an emotion that was even more frightening than anger, which made people tremble with fear.
Gong Chen walked past her and hung the burnt scarf back in the cabinet, next to the scarf knitted by his mother.
When he closed the cabinet door, he happened to see a tube of ointment on the low cabinet.
"What's wrong with you?"
Sang Ran's originally depressed mood instantly revived.
He still cares about himself.
She picked up the ointment and explained, "I found it for Zhiyi. She is allergic to the scent of jasmine and her arms are all scratched. I forgot to give it to her just now. I'll ask someone to send it to her later."
"Allergic?" Gong Chen frowned.
"Yeah, there are scratches all over my arms, and they look really serious, like I don't feel any pain."
Sang Ran's words reminded Gong Chen of Lin Zhiyi's action of pinching his throat just now.
Like I can't control it.
But Lin Zhiyi is not allergic to the scent of jasmine at all.
The darkness in Gong Chen's eyes was like a spreading mist, revealing an elusive chill.
Sang Ran saw that he didn't say anything and was about to walk closer to him, but he took the ointment.
"I just happened to be going to look for my second brother. I'll take him there."
Before Sang Ran could say yes, Gong Chen had already left.
……
Lin Zhiyi slept uncomfortably because she always felt like a knife was hanging over her head.
Blurred, she felt someone touching her face.
She opened her eyes with some difficulty, and looking at the man caressing her, she knew that it was all a dream.
Only in her dreams could she face Gong Chen so calmly.
She stared at the man and murmured, "My stomach feels so bad."
After saying that, she couldn't help but curl up.
Gong Chen rubbed her cut lips with his fingertips and said unhappily, "Are you still messing around?"
Lin Zhiyi shook her head, appearing exceptionally obedient.
Gong Chen's fingertips paused slightly, and his gaze on her gradually deepened.
The next second, Lin Zhiyi felt her body snuggling into a warm chest, and the man's palms were gently massaging her stomach.
After an unknown amount of time, Gong Chen lowered his head and leaned close to her ear, saying in a low and mellow voice, "Are you feeling better?"
"Ah."
Lin Zhiyi felt his ear itchy and raised his hand to scratch it, but happened to touch the wound on his arm and frowned.
Before she put down her arm, Gong Chen grabbed it.
He tried to lift Lin Zhiyi's sleeve, and she subconsciously wanted to dodge, but his strength was so great that she felt like she was dreaming and just let him do it.
Everything is fake anyway.
No one cares whether she is doing well or not.
When Gong Chen lifted up Lin Zhiyi's sleeve, he looked at the criss-crossing scratch marks and his eyes flickered.
Picking up the ointment she had placed on the bedside table, he squeezed some onto his fingertips and applied it to the wound.
The pain made Lin Zhiyi subconsciously retract his hand.
Gong Chen grabbed her hand and said in a low voice, "It will be ready soon."
His deliberately gentle movements made Lin Zhiyi's eyes red and hot.
Gong Chen frowned: "Does it still hurt?"
Lin Zhiyi broke down in just one word of concern, tears rolled down her eyes, and she nodded vigorously.
"It hurts, it really hurts... I'm really in pain."
Gong Chen noticed something was wrong with her, put down the ointment and hugged her.
But the more he did this, the more uncomfortable she felt, like a fish out of water, even if she tried her best to breathe, she still felt suffocated.
She is stuck.
Lin Zhiyi's eyes were blurry, and she mumbled in her sleep, "Please let me go, please?"
The man's face was gloomy and he hugged her tighter: "Not good."
Lin Zhiyi struggled in pain and finally fell into a deep sleep.
Gong Chen put her back on the bed, turned around and picked up the ointment on the table, which had the hospital logo on it.
Walking to the window, he dialed Li Huan's number.
"What's unusual about Lin Zhiyi going to the hospital today?"
"……No."
"Are you sure?" Gong Chen asked coldly.
"I asked her attending doctor, and it was allergies. She scratched herself unconsciously in her sleep. The doctor also suggested that she do an allergen test. She was not happy about it, so the doctor prescribed her some medicine to treat the wound."
"Yeah. Hang up."
Gong Chen was about to hang up the phone when Li Huan stopped him.
"You're about to get engaged and married, isn't it inappropriate to treat her like this? You should avoid suspicion so that others won't make wild guesses."
"I'll take care of her."
"That's not what I meant. I meant that you should let her live her own life. It's not good for anyone to continue to pester her." Li Huan said in a desperate tone.
"She must stay with me." Gong Chen's voice was frighteningly cold, even paranoid.
"..."
Li Huan wanted to say something, but there was only a beeping sound on the other end of the phone.
He stared at his phone and sighed, remembering what his psychology friend had said.
"How do you take care of patients? I told you not to provoke her! Don't provoke her!"
"Are you trying to drive her to death? You are a doctor after all. You should know that she is sick."
"Respect her, or else someone will die if this continues."