Chapter 193: Chapter 193: The Little Girl in the Dream As the syringe emptied its contents into the IV line, the doctorâs eyes flashed with a triumphant smile.
But the next second, his eyes bulged with disbelief, and he didnât even manage to look back before collapsing like a robot that had lost all power.
The moment the doctor fell, the man behind him was revealedâhandsome and with an underlying murderous intent.
Gong Chen wiped his hands, "Take him out."
Chen Jin stepped forward and effortlessly dragged the man away.
Afterwards, the room was enveloped in silence.
Gong Chen sat at the bedside, carefully peeling the tape off Lin Zhiyiâs hand. The needle underneath hadnât penetrated the skin at allâit was just an eye-shielding technique.
He caressed her hand and stared at her pale, peaceful sleeping face, his profound eyes slightly restrained before he lowered his eyelids, shielding all emotions.
He just held her hand even tighter.
The silence lingered for a long while until his phone vibrated, prompting him to stand up and leave.
Gong Chen knocked and entered Li Huanâs office.
Li Huan was smoking, offering a bitter smile upon seeing his visitor.
"Sorry, if it werenât for Li He, we wouldnât have all these troubles. Iâm already arranging for him to leave the country."
Gong Chen lit a cigarette and casually tossed the pack onto the windowsill, his voice indifferent, "Are you sure heâll leave?"
Li Huan was taken aback, biting hard on his cigarette with a look of helplessness.
Li He was unwilling, he had even trashed his room today.
As an elder brother, however, he could not sit back and watch Li He be used by Song Wanqiu.
His face earnest with pleading, he said, "Third Young Master, one last time! Consider it a favor!"
The cigarette smoke twisted between them as Gong Chen glanced sideways, "One last time."
Hearing this, Li Huan heaved a deep sigh of relief.
He stubbed out his cigarette and handed over a piece of paper, "Take a look, do you recognize this?"
Gong Chen scanned the content on the paperâit was a series of numbers and text.
12252050, Red House.
"What does it mean?" Gong Chen asked, furrowing his brow.
"Lin Zhiyi repeated these words subconsciously. I called a friend, and itâs definitely some psychological hint from therapy, this sequence is the key to a Pandoraâs box. As for how to use it, my friend, being a psychologist, wants to protect the patient, so heâs reluctant to reveal more."
"She has never undergone psychological therapy," Gong Chen stated with certainty.
"I checked, indeed she hasnât. I thought you might know the meaning."
Li Huan placed the paper on the desk.
Gong Chen stared at the string of numbers and suddenly remembered that today Shen Yan had provided a recording marked with a time corresponding to last Christmas.
That means...
Gong Chen pulled out a pen from Li Huanâs pocket and made a division on the numbers.
Li Huan exclaimed in surprise, "December 25th, 20:50, the Red House! Christmas! Did something happen to her last Christmas?"
"Nothing," Gong Chen replied immediately.
"You could at least check," Li Huan said, perplexed.
"I know."
Gong Chenâs response was crisp.
Li Huan took a few seconds before it dawned on him.
"Youâre a voyeur! When did you start...?"
"Mind your own business."
Gong Chen didnât take Li Huanâs joke lightheartedly; his expression grew even darker.
"Li Huan, did your friend mention when this hint was formed?"
Li Huan nodded, "He did. Considering the occasional loss of control over her mind, it wouldnât have been long, about a year or so, pretty much since last Christmas..."
"Huh? But that timeline doesnât add up."
"Could it be this year? But itâs still over a month until this Christmas. Could she really have precognition?"
Li Huan looked towards Gong Chen, somewhat shocked.
"Donât let a third person know about this, including Lin Zhiyi," Gong Chen said as he finished the last drag of his cigarette, looking down as he pinched it out, "Tonight, Iâm sleeping in your office."
Li Huan sprang to his feet.
"No way! Your injuries have just healed, and since youâve returned from Shan City youâve barely rested; how can your body withstand it?"
"Go back, Iâve already switched shifts with someone for tonight and will keep watch for you. Besides, donât you have your own people in the shadows?"
With that, he gave Gong Chen a nudge.
Gong Chen rubbed his forehead and uttered a sound before turning and walking out of the office.
Late at night.
Gong Chen sat in the study, his hands resting on the armrests, with the cigarette between his fingers steadily burning down, its rising smoke completely obscuring his expression.
The phone on the desk repeatedly played the recording he had received from Shen Yan.
"... you were secretly hoping to marry Third Young Master! Even dreaming of a family of three! So do you want a daughter or a son?"
"Daughter."
"Daughter..."
"Dau..."
When Gong Chen first heard this recording, his heart felt an inexplicable sting.
Even now, no matter how many times he listened, the sensation was the same.
Hearing Lin Zhiyiâs delicate and careful voice, he closed his eyes.
Gradually drifting to sleep, he, who rarely dreamed, found himself standing in front of a house that was both strange and familiar.
Suddenly, the figure of a little girl dashed through the garden.
He immediately chased after her, and although she was only a few steps away, he couldnât catch up no matter how long he ran.
The little girlâs figure disappeared, but her laughter echoed around the house.
Innocent and pure.
Gong Chen subconsciously said, "Who are you?"
"Itâs me." The little girlâs figure suddenly appeared right in front of Gong Chen, slowly walking towards the house, "Do you dislike me that much? Why donât you recognize me?"
"Who are you really?"
Outside the dream, Gong Chenâs hands clenched tightly, the cigarette butt crushed into his palm, but he was too eager to see the little girlâs face clearly to dare open his eyes.
In the dream, the little girl stopped under the porch.
"Why canât you be nice to mom after I died?"
"Why do you hate us so much?"
Her voice grew sharper, filled with hatred and reproach.
Just as Gong Chen stepped forward, she suddenly turned around and lifted her gaze to Gong Chen.
"Daddy, why donât you like me? Why do you hurt mom? I hate you! I despise you!"
"No!"
Gong Chen blurted out unconsciously, reaching out to grab the little girl, but his hand felt a painful burning as if it had been scorched by fire.
Looking up again, the little girl and the beautiful house were slowly being consumed by flames.
"No!"
"Third Young Master, Third Young Master..."
Chen Jinâs voice woke Gong Chen from his nightmare.
He sat up drenched in sweat and opened his hand to find he had just been burned by the cigarette.
Chen Jin handed him warm water, "Third Young Master, what happened?"
Gong Chen took a sip of water and frowned, "Find me a childhood photo of Lin Zhiyi."
"Okay."
No idea how much time had passed, Li Huan, who had just left Lin Zhiyiâs hospital room, yawned.
He was about to head back to the office for a nap when he suddenly received a message from Gong Chen.
"What does the little girl in your dream look like?"
"Big brother, how long ago was that? But itâs strange, I havenât dreamed about her for a while," Li Huan replied.
"Is it her?"
Gong Chen sent a childhood photo of Lin Zhiyi.
Li Huan felt sentimental, "Wow! She is truly beautiful! Like one of those dolls on the shelf!"
Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight ï¤Chapter 192: We Cannot Let Lin Zhiyi Become a Stain on Our Family Rebirth of a Village Girl ï¤Chapter 1123 - 286: Retribution, Recognizing Each Other_3 Rebirth: The Journey of an Heiress ï¤Chapter 828 - 825: Prosperous Mountains and Rivers "Is that so?" Gong Chen clearly lost patience.
Li Huan zoomed in and took a closer look.
"Similar, but not the same. The features need to blend a bit more."
"How to blend?"
"Blend it with your own deathly childhood look," Li Huan replied very seriously.
"..."