Chapter 372: Chapter 372: Itâs My Fault I Wronged You Lin Zhiyi arrived at the destination and headed straight to Sang Liâs temporary office.
As she approached the door, without pushing it open, she heard voices coming from insideâSang Li and Mr. Sang.
Mr. Sangâs tone was stern: "Youâre going to move so much money for Lin Zhiyi? You must think carefully."
Sang Li replied solemnly: "Iâve already thought it through. At this point, reconciliation is not a bad retreat; money can always be earned later. But I will never allow Zhiyi to turn back and seek him again."
Him?
Who?
Lin Zhiyi lowered her hand that had been about to push the door open; her heart clenched tightly.
After a brief silence, Mr. Sang sighed deeply.
"Lin Zhiyiâs relationship with him is too complicated. For your future..."
"After the engagement, Iâll accompany Zhiyi to study abroad. Weâll likely marry out there. Weâll try to avoid crossing paths." Sang Li replied.
"When did you become so naïve? He spent so much money taking on that shoddy project, didnât even bother hiding it from you. Isnât he just making it clear that he will never let Lin Zhiyi get engaged to you? Sometimes I wonder if agreeing to let Xiao Ran come back was a mistake."
Xiao Ran!
Lin Zhiyi froze in panic, random fragments of thoughts flashing through her mind.
In an instant, a name surfacedâ
Gong Chen.
The person who took on that project turned out to be Gong Chen?
A sudden realization struck Lin Zhiyi.
Last night, her phone had fallen to the ground, and the screen had displayed the project document.
Gong Chen saw it.
Sang Li once said everyone in the circle knew the project had stalled.
Gong Chen must have known too.
Yet he pretended to be asleep as if nothing had happened.
Today, he even acted like he was clueless, accompanying her in searching for Gao Ting.
Thinking of this, she suddenly recalled Gao Tingâs disappearance.
Could it be...
Lin Zhiyi turned and walked to a secluded corner, dialing the bodyguardâs number.
"Have you found Gao Ting yet?"
"No, her teachers canât reach her parentsâ phones either. It seems theyâre still at the police station causing a scene, demanding Second Madam return their money. They havenât cared about their daughter." The bodyguard reported honestly.
"Keep looking for her for me."
"Alright."
After hanging up, Lin Zhiyiâs phone was suddenly flooded with hateful text messages and repeated calls.
She knew the online public opinion was beyond control now.
Lin Zhiyi turned off her phone, lifted her head, and gazed out the window into the distance.
Jing City, a place where even during the day decadence and excess oozed from every corner.
And yet, it couldnât make space for someone as insignificant as her.
She adjusted her hair in the reflection of the glass window, even applied a touch of lipstick to her pale lips. Then, carrying a smile, she returned to the door of Sang Liâs office.
After knocking twice, his voice emerged from inside.
"Come in."
Lin Zhiyi pushed the door open. Sang Li closed the document in his hand and stood to greet her.
"Just arrived?"
His voice was gentle, like a ray of soft sunlight streaming from the window.
But Lin Zhiyi knew that no matter how tender Sang Li might be, he was still the president of the Sang Group. How could he simply be gentle?
He was likely probing how long she had been there, whether she had overheard Mr. Sang.
Lin Zhiyi pretended to set down her bag: "The receptionist downstairs told me your father was here. At this critical juncture, I really didnât know how to face him, so I waited until he left before coming up."
Sang Li had no doubts, nodding slightly: "My dad was just here to ask about the situation. It wasnât anything important; donât overthink it."
"Mm."
Lin Zhiyi pulled him to sit down, carefully organizing her thoughts before speaking again: "I went to find Aunt Yangâs daughter and got some evidence."
Sang Liâs expression didnât change much: "I know."
Lin Zhiyi paused in surprise but quickly realized.
It must have been the bodyguard who informed him.
She gave an awkward smile, unsure how to continue.
Just then, Sang Li gripped her hand tightly, as if he were comforting her, or preparing for the words he was about to say.
"Zhiyi, the young girlâs evidence can only prove that her mother and the others willingly invested the money rather than being deceived by your mom.
But there are still many people outside who were defraudedâsome of them are quite influential."
"What do you mean?" Lin Zhiyi looked at Sang Li doubtfully.
"I had Zhou Zhao investigate the victims. They said that Jiang Fenâs persuasive tactics were highly professional, hardly like an amateur. It shows she not only understood wealthy people but also had someone providing professional guidance. Clearly, that couldnât have been your mom. Yet, people donât see it that way. These powerful individuals are unlikely to let it go easily."
"Youâre saying someone deliberately trained Jiang Fen to target wealthy people, then planned for her to turn herself in and falsely accuse my mom?
Once these wealthy figures feel humiliated, theyâll band together to deal with my mom. Compared to ordinary people like Aunt Yang, itâs these people who really want to ruin my mom."
"Yes." Sang Li nodded helplessly.
So Gao Tingâs evidence was still just a drop in the bucket. Unless Aunt Yang turned and exposed the person advising her, things wouldnât change.
But Aunt Yang wouldnât say anything.
Her house and car had already been mortgaged. The only way she could reclaim the money was by clinging to Liu Heâs accusations.
It had to be saidâthe mastermind behind all of this truly understood everyoneâs vulnerabilities.
Lin Zhiyi looked bitterly at Sang Li, fiddling nervously with the strap of her bag, unable even to cry.
Sang Li said softly, "Zhiyi, Iâve discussed it with Second Young Master. We plan to put forward the money for a settlement..."
"Iâm pregnant."
Lin Zhiyi interrupted Sang Li.
A debt of over a hundred million.
She herself didnât even dare to imagine, and yet Sang Li was willing to cover it for her.
A wave of gratitude surged in her heart. But alongside it came a resolute need to draw the line immediately.
He was a good man who shouldnât be dragged down by her.
Sang Li froze for a moment, his hand gripping hers trembling slightly.
Lin Zhiyi tactfully withdrew her hand, then said bitterly, "That night... I conceived. I just found out."
"You... You want to keep it?" Sang Li asked with difficulty.
"I know itâs a terrible decision, unfair to you. But I canât abandon this child. So letâs end this. From now on, my matters have nothing to do with you.
Please donât intervene anymore, Mr. Sang."
As she spoke, Lin Zhiyi took a deep breath and immediately stood, intending to flee.
Sang Li quickly got up, extending his hand to halt her.
"Youâre saying this deliberately, just to stop me from spending money, right?"
"No."
Lin Zhiyi took out a crumpled pregnancy test sheet from her bag and handed it to Sang Li.
Then, she lowered her head, ready to accept whatever harsh words Sang Li might say.
She deserved them.
Sang Li gazed at the creases on the sheet, imagining Lin Zhiyiâs struggle upon learning this news.
Looking at her forcefully composed appearance, a storm of emotions reached its peak.
"Zhiyi, Iâm sorry."
"Noâyouâve done nothing wrong. Iâm the one who should apologize." Lin Zhiyi shook her head.
"No. Iâve wronged you." Sang Li hesitated for a few seconds, then said heavily, "I forced Third Young Master to marry Xiao Ran."
Lin Zhiyi looked up at him in shock.
Sang Li moved closer but raised his hand only for her to avoid it.
Her bright eyes shimmered with tears, disbelieving as she stared at him.
His hand hung in midair, unable to meet her gaze: "Yes, it was me. At the only moment he had the chance to choose you, I demanded that he marry Xiao Ran. Iâm sorry, Zhiyi."
"Then what am I to you? What am I..."
Lin Zhiyiâs voice faltered and cut off.
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