Chapter 433: Chapter 433: He Doesn’t Love You, Nor Will He Love Your Child
Chen Jin looked at Sang Ran’s pale and strange expression, feeling a foreboding sense of unease.
But he still dutifully asked, “What’s the matter?”
Sang Ran gritted her teeth and said, “I want him to give me a child, and publicly declare that this child is his only heir.”
Chen Jin frowned upon hearing this.
“Miss Sang, is this your request or the old master’s request? You clearly know how to use President Wen against Miss Lin, showing that you’re not foolish, so why do you let the old master lead you by the nose? Just for someone to inherit your will after you die and continue lingering around the Third Young Master?”
“Chen Jin! You’re just an assistant, you shouldn’t speak to your boss like this!” Sang Ran scolded.
Chen Jin remained unfazed and said, “My only boss is the Third Young Master, and I only acknowledge him. If Miss Sang refuses to sign the agreement, then I can only negotiate with Mr. Sang.”
After finishing, Chen Jin packed up the documents and prepared to leave.
Sang Ran angrily slammed the blanket.
“Why are you helping her? Chen Jin, do you also like Lin Zhiyi? When you heard Lin Zhiyi had a child, you were calmer than the Third Young Master—you must have already guessed it long ago! So back then, there’s no way you didn’t notice anything, but you chose to hide it. Is this what you call only acknowledging the Third Young Master?”
Chen Jin sighed, but he was somewhat impressed by Sang Ran’s imagination.
Usually, he didn’t bother to explain much given Sang Ran’s status.
But this time, even he felt anger on behalf of Gong Chen.
He turned around and stared at Sang Ran, his tone icy cold. “Miss Sang, if I had known earlier that Miss Lin was pregnant, I would have told the Third Young Master. Do you think your plan to drive her away would have succeeded? Do you think your so-called marriage could have lasted until now?”
“The Third Young Master doesn’t love you. Even if you bore ten children, he wouldn’t love you or your children. Ultimately, your child would only become the old master’s pawn, repeating the tragedy of the Third Young Master. In the Gong Family, those with ability dine at the table; those without roam aimlessly outside, dying unnoticed.”
“Miss Sang, take care of yourself.”
Chen Jin departed.
Sang Ran’s face turned ashen as she sat in a daze.
Even after Chen Jin had left, her mind kept searching for ways to refute his words.
Yes.
She was indeed forcing it.
But she had achieved it.
She had become Gong Chen’s wife and had cleared the obstacles.
They had even chatted warmly and gotten along well at one time.
Everything had been so perfect—how could she let go?
Now, even death felt unjust to her.
After the room had been quiet for a while, a nurse pushed open the door.
“Third Madam, President Wen is awake.”
“Take me there.” Sang Ran supported herself to get out of bed.
The nurse brought over a wheelchair, helped Sang Ran sit down, and then pushed her to Wen Qing’s hospital room.
Wen Qing hadn’t been stabbed in a vital area by Du Qian, but the bleeding was excessive and excruciatingly painful.
For a moment, she even felt like her flesh was being peeled away.
Distrusting the doctors in Gang City, she had returned to Jing City for surgery after basic blood stoppage.
Before the surgery, she had forced herself to give Sang Ran a call to cry over the situation.
Sang Ran was quite susceptible to this approach—as long as Wen Qing insisted that she did everything for Sang Ran’s sake.
Sang Ran was guaranteed not to let Lin Zhiyi off lightly.
Indeed, before Wen Qing entered the operating room, her assistant informed her that Sang Ran had called Gong Chen back.
As long as Gong Chen returned, Lin Zhiyi would lose her support.
Who knew, after the anesthesia wore off, Wen Qing learned from her assistant that Gong Chen hadn’t returned at all.
Wen Qing disregarded her physical discomfort and immediately had someone inform Sang Ran of her recovery.
Ten minutes later.
Sang Ran was wheeled into the hospital room, and she waved the nurse away.
The nurse left and closed the door.
Wen Qing signaled for her assistant to help her sit up and asked in disbelief, “Where’s the Third Young Master? Was his flight delayed?”
Sang Ran gripped the wheelchair’s armrest. “He didn’t come back.”
“Xiao Ran, don’t lie to your aunt. The Third Young Master wouldn’t possibly ignore your health.”
“He didn’t come back,” Sang Ran reiterated.
“He doesn’t even care about you anymore? Then what will you do in the future?” Wen Qing observed Sang Ran’s terrible expression and continued to provoke her, “Could it be he’s planning to bring Lin Zhiyi and her daughter back? If that happens, where will you even stand?”
“Don’t say that.” Sang Ran’s voice quivered.
Wen Qing reached out and held her hand, sorrowful. “Xiao Ran, it’s your aunt’s fault for being useless, not helping you enough. That Du Qian doctor in Gang City is quite fond of Lin Zhiyi; the two have been ambiguous for years. But as soon as the Third Young Master appeared, Lin Zhiyi immediately shifted her focus. A woman like her is truly terrifying. Now her child has probably become her bargaining chip. You must stay vigilant.”
“Is she the only one in this world who can bear children? Her child is just a daughter and can’t possibly inherit everything from the Third Young Master,” Sang Ran refuted.
Feigning concern, Wen Qing said, “But you can’t prevent the Third Young Master from obeying her every word. This time, the Third Young Master didn’t return—it must be because she sowed discord. What if she convinces him to leave all his assets to her and her daughter in the future? Even if you have a child, wouldn’t it just benefit that mother-daughter pair?”
Sang Ran’s gaze darkened.
She recalled Gong Chen’s words to Lin Zhiyi over the phone.
He was a reserved man—not one for flowery speech—but he left those heartfelt words for Lin Zhiyi.
Sang Ran’s fingertips trembled.
Wen Qing, holding her hand, clearly noticed this as well.
Wen Qing wiped her tears and glanced at her assistant.
The assistant immediately stepped forward and said, “President Wen, I’ve got the details on the doctor you asked me to investigate earlier.”
“Which doctor? The one who is ambiguous with Lin Zhiyi?” Sang Ran asked.
Wen Qing shook her head. “When I came to see you earlier, I noticed Liu He had some unseemly secret dealings with a doctor here, so I kept an eye out.”
Then, she gave her assistant a meaningful look.
The assistant said, “Second Madam meets with this doctor every two weeks, sometimes in the hospital, sometimes outside. This doctor’s schedule is even adjusted for the Second Madam’s convenience—either during low-traffic times or night shifts.”
Upon hearing this, Sang Ran hesitated and looked at Wen Qing.
“Auntie, what are you implying?”
“Ever since the Third Young Master made the Second Young Master the deputy president, the Second Young Master has been extremely busy. And someone like Liu He, who thrives off a man’s indulgence, couldn’t possibly endure loneliness,” Wen Qing said.
“Are you sure?” Sang Ran questioned.
“Absolutely. I witnessed Liu He hugging that young doctor myself,” Wen Qing affirmed.
Sang Ran pursed her lips, her thoughts already forming.
But she didn’t voice them, instead staring directly at Wen Qing.
Wen Qing sensed this and played the family card.
“What is it? You don’t believe me?”
“Xiao Ran, I donated part of my liver for you, ran off to Gang City to deal with Lin Zhiyi and her daughter, and got this knife wound in return. Do you still doubt me?”
“Indeed, I have some selfish motives, but don’t we share the same ones, being women.”
After a moment of thought, Sang Ran nodded.
“Auntie, are you planning to use Liu He to kill two birds with one stone?”
“Lin Zhiyi’s daughter has a severe heart condition. Coming to Jing City for treatment is inevitable. If so, why not handle them under our nose while we’re at it?” Wen Qing suggested.
“Alright.”