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.
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