Wife and daughter died, the scumbag is celebrating the birthday of Bai Yueguang's child

Lin Zhiyi's long hair was messily pushed back in front of her forehead, her face was wet, pale and broken, and her pink lips covered with a layer of moisture looked like freshly washed grapes.

The water drops flowed down and wet her hospital gown.

The blue and white striped hospital gown clung to her skin.

Where she couldn't see, her beautiful collarbone was revealed, as well as her fullness under her light-skinned underwear.

Lin Zhiyi had no idea what was going on, she just felt that the man in front of her was breathing heavier.

She stepped back and he approached.

Finally there is no way back.

He was right in front of her, with an undisguised domineering gaze, like a wild animal looking at its prey.

He raised his hand, Lin Zhiyi paused for a moment, and clenched the ring in his hand tightly.

Suddenly, a dry towel fell on her head.

"Gone." His voice was hoarse and out of tune.

"Uncle, your ring."

Lin Zhiyi took out the ring.

Gong Chen held her hand and used her hand to put the ring onto his thumb.

Lin Zhiyi didn't understand what this meant. She just felt a gust of wind passing in front of her, followed by the sound of a door closing.

Without giving it a second thought, she groped her way into the shower room, and when she raised her hands to take off her clothes, she realized how thoroughly exposed she was.

My heart was filled with shame and anger.

……

After taking a shower, Lin Zhiyi walked out of the bathroom, wiping her hair.

Her hair was not dry yet, so she could only sit on the edge of the bed.

Suddenly, the floating breath stopped in front of her and she was stunned.

"Uncle?"

"Don't call me uncle." Gong Chen was a little impatient.

Before Lin Zhiyi could speak, the sound of a hair dryer was heard above her head.

After a few minutes, the hair dryer stopped, and a pair of large hands brushed through her hair and held her head.

She was stunned for a moment, and her hands clenched into fists involuntarily.

Gong Chen saw all these little movements, and his deep eyes gradually faded.

He said coldly: "Go to sleep. It looks like you don't need to eat anything. Gong Yan has sent you enough food."

Lin Zhiyi was stunned for a moment, then instantly understood what he meant.

She was worried about Gong Yan's fate, so she said without thinking, "It wasn't Big Brother's idea, it was me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Zhiyi noticed the condescending gaze and clenched his fists even tighter, his fingers turning white inch by inch.

Gong Chen looked at her worrying about others and couldn't help but sneer in his eyes.

"You're protecting him so much? Are you changing your target?"

A deep and cold voice came out from Gong Chen's thin lips, and the dangerous tone was filled with displeasure.

"No." Lin Zhiyi answered with his head slightly raised.

She couldn't let Gong Yan get involved.

But just as she finished speaking, the big hand supporting her head exerted a little force, and her body flew into the air uncontrollably.

She couldn't see Gong Chen, but she could feel those deep, pool-like eyes narrowing slightly, and a strong sense of oppression broke out of the cage.

"is it?"

"Yes! To me, you are no different from my eldest brother."

Lin Zhiyi couldn't stand the oppression and immediately raised her hands to struggle.

I don’t know if it was because he couldn’t see that he became bolder, but he pulled Gong Chen’s arms down easily.

"No difference? Say it again." Gong Chen's tone was threatening.

Lin Zhiyi choked and didn't utter a word for a long time. She turned her head away stubbornly, as if only in this way could she get rid of this oppressive feeling.

Gong Chen ordered: "Lie down."

Lin Zhiyi snorted coldly, turned his back and lay down.

"Uncle, if you're doing this to me because of Song Wanqiu, there's no need. I can't bear it. You two have done enough. I don't care about this time."

Gong Chen stood beside the bed and looked at her indifferently: "Do you have evidence to prove what we did?"

Finally, he added without any emotion: "I don't want to hear such words again."

After hearing this, Lin Zhiyi felt a chill all over his body.

So he had already expected that she would not be able to get any evidence against him, so he unscrupulously allowed Song Wanqiu to plot against her.

In fact, she was not surprised, after all, she had experienced it in her previous life.

But experiencing it again, she still felt so uncomfortable that her soul ached.

She has been choosing different paths, but fate and power still restrain her like ghosts.

Lin Zhiyi pulled the quilt over herself and didn't want to pay attention to him.

Gong Chen left the ward and walked to the smoking area with an expressionless face. He took out a cigarette and tapped the cigarette box twice thoughtfully.

Before the fire was lit, Chen Jin came over.

"Third Master, I have some clues about the matter between Miss Lin and Miss Song that you asked me to investigate."

He handed over the documents.

Gong Chen opened the document while smoking a cigarette.

Chen Jin reported from the side: "Here is the design draft for the competition that Miss Song submitted to the school, and here is Miss Song's previous design draft."

The style is completely different.

Chen Jin poked the deadline again: "It was the day Miss Lin came to see you after she stayed overnight at your house. It is said that the school urged Miss Lin to hand in her manuscripts that day, but Miss Lin couldn't hand in a single one."

"The competition work was also produced by Miss Lin in three days without sleep."

That being said, it’s not hard to guess what happened.

Lin Zhiyi fought hard in the competition but lost to Song Wanqiu in the end and was almost insulted at the celebration party.

Now he is blind due to stimulation.

Chen Jin didn't know what to say for a moment and could only sincerely admire Lin Zhiyi's perseverance.

Gong Chen closed the document and lit a cigarette.

Under the dim light, the smoke turned into a bluish-gray color, changing shape in the air before gradually dissipating.

Gong Chen's cold and silent dark eyes were shaking with faint ripples, and when he lowered his eyes, the cigarette between his fingers was forcibly cut off.

"Chen Jin." He glanced at Chen Jin.

"Third Master, I understand."

Chen Jin has followed Gong Chen for many years and knows what he wants to do with just one look.

but……

"Third Master, do you need me to go find Miss Lin to explain?"

"No, let's go."

Gong Chen threw the half-smoked cigarette into the trash can and left in a cold manner.

……

Early the next morning.

As soon as Lin Zhiyi opened her eyes, she smelled the delicious aroma of food.

"mom?"

"Hey, my eldest daughter!"

My roommate Dazhu came over.

Lin Zhiyi curled her lips: "Take advantage of me."

Shuangshuang and Lai'er burst out laughing.

Lin Zhiyi was surprised and asked, "Why are you all here? Aren't you not allowed to take leave during the internship period?"

Shuangshuang exclaimed: "How can we concentrate on work when you are like this?"

Lai'er considerately blew the millet porridge that he secretly cooked in the dormitory: "Zhiyi, stop talking and eat something first. We also bought sesame balls, steamed buns, and small pancakes at the school gate... whatever you want to eat is fine."

Lin Zhiyi quickly looked at the three people: "Thank you."

Shuangshuang hesitantly raised her hand and waved it in front of Lin Zhiyi, but was glared at by Dazhu and Lai'er, so she put her hand down embarrassedly.

Lin Zhiyi chuckled and was about to taste the porridge when she was interrupted by crying at the door.

"Zhiyi! Zhiyi! How could you be like this? Why are you blind?"

As soon as Shen Yan entered the room, she threw herself on the bed and burst into tears.

Those who don’t know think Lin Zhiyi is dead.

Dazhu said in dissatisfaction: "Shen Yan, why are you crying? Are you afraid that others will hear you? Zhiyi is sitting here fine, and he is not dead."

"I'm just too sad. Zhiyi, what did your eye doctor say? Can you recover your sight?"

Shen Yan explained with sobs, and when she raised her hand to wipe her tears, her eyes were staring straight into Lin Zhiyi's eyes.

It's like a gutter rat gloating over someone else's misfortune.

Shuangshuang, who had always been naive, became unhappy after hearing this and retorted: "Shen Yan, what do you mean? What do you mean by can she regain her sight? Zhiyi..."

"We can only leave it to fate." Lin Zhiyi interrupted.