Chapter 388: Chapter 388

Chapter 388: Chapter 388: Don’t Go Looking for Her!

Airport.

Sang Li reached out to take Lin Zhiyi’s suitcase.

"Zhiyi, I’m really sorry, I truly didn’t know Xiao Ran would be so reckless."

"It’s okay, I’m leaving anyway. I should thank you for arranging the overseas matters so quickly."

Lin Zhiyi’s gaze was utterly calm, though her peripheral vision kept drifting toward the outside of the airport.

Sang Li knew she still couldn’t let go—perhaps of the place she grew up, perhaps of her family, or maybe... of that person.

He suggested gently, "Do you want to make a call and say goodbye?"

Lin Zhiyi withdrew her gaze and shook her head. "No need. My mom’s a crybaby. Once she starts crying, she can’t stop—and I simply can’t listen to that."

Although she said this, her voice was faintly choked with emotion.

freewёbnoνel.com To not even bid farewell to her mother... how could she possibly be as composed as she claimed?

Only when Lin Zhiyi regained her composure did Sang Li softly say, "Let’s go. I’ve asked Zhou Zhao to arrange for us to rest in the lounge. Ordinary people can’t enter."

As he spoke, Sang Li naturally took over Lin Zhiyi’s suitcase.

His hand paused slightly while pushing it.

"Why is your suitcase so light?"

"Most of the things are checked in. This one just has a few changes of clothes. You go ahead—I need to use the restroom." Lin Zhiyi handed her suitcase over to Sang Li without hesitation.

Sang Li understood she was feeling sad and probably wanted to use the restroom to adjust her emotions, so he nodded.

"Go ahead, I’ll be waiting inside."

Lin Zhiyi didn’t leave immediately. Instead, she gave him a serene smile. "Mr. Sang, thank you."

After saying this, she turned and walked away.

Sang Li gazed at her departing figure, feeling something inexplicably different.

Until he sat in the lounge—ten minutes, half an hour, an hour passed...

The broadcast repeated twice, yet Lin Zhiyi still hadn’t returned.

Zhou Zhao sensed something was amiss and furrowed his brows. "Young Master, it’s time to board. I’ll go look for Miss Lin."

Sang Li raised a hand to stop him, reaching for Lin Zhiyi’s suitcase instead.

When he saw the password set to "000," he opened the suitcase immediately.

Sure enough, as he expected—inside was nothing but a beautifully designed card.

"Thank you."

Sang Li stroked the words on the card and couldn’t help but chuckle.

He was beginning to understand why Gong Chen was so obsessed with Lin Zhiyi.

Lin Zhiyi was entirely different from them—ordinary, yet not ordinary; beautiful, yet more than just beautiful.

You couldn’t find traces of selfish interests in her.

If she could be a little selfish, he could have given her everything she ever wanted.

But she still refused to use him.

Even though he was willing.

Seeing this, Zhou Zhao stepped forward quickly. "I’ll send someone to find Miss Lin right away."

"No need. Zhiyi isn’t someone fragile. Without us, she’ll live even better." Sang Li dragged the suitcase with a faint smile. "Go ahead and arrange the boarding."

Zhou Zhao quickly understood and nodded at Sang Li. "Got it."

When the boarding announcement sounded once more, Sang Li boarded the plane with the suitcase in tow.

As the plane took off, Wen Qing rushed into the airport with a group of people.

An assistant returned quickly after asking airport staff.

"President Wen, confirmed with airport personnel—someone saw Mr. Sang boarding the plane with a woman, even thoughtfully carrying her suitcase.

It must be Lin Zhiyi."

"Have someone keep an eye on the destination."

"Understood."

The assistant hurriedly left to make the arrangements.

Wen Qing stared out the window at the departing plane, grinding his teeth in fury. "Sang Ran, that fool! Does she really think losing Lin Zhiyi will make Third Young Master devoted to her?"

...

Su He Bay.

Sang Ran was about to knock on the door when it was forcefully flung open, causing a gust of wind to sweep past her.

Before she could speak, her arms were tightly seized by a man.

With a loud crash, the pot of soup she’d just prepared was ruined.

Gong Chen’s fingers clenched tightly, his gaze carrying a tint of bloodlust, his murderous intent like an ominous shadow.

"Why did you go look for her?"

Sang Ran winced in pain and stared up at the terrifying man before her, tears rolling down her cheeks. "It’s rare to see you so anxious. Are you truly so angry? If you’re angry, then take it all out on me."

Gong Chen looked at her tears as though they were a curse that rendered him powerless, immediately releasing Sang Ran.

Sang Ran cried even harder, shuffling toward Gong Chen step by step.

He retreated two steps, deliberately avoiding her approach.

Deep, dark eyes laden with shadow—like a misted abyss—watched her emotionlessly, as if gazing upon lifeless water.

Sang Ran sobbed uncontrollably. "You won’t even be angry with me, will you? Why is it that you’re willing to do anything for her?"

"My brother helped Lin Zhiyi secure an apartment, and you go buy the house right beside it."

"You signed countless overseas investment agreements requiring extended travel abroad, giving you excuses to visit her country unnoticed."

"You even bought out the restaurant below her apartment and turned it into a Chinese eatery serving all the dishes Lin Zhiyi loves."

She clung to Gong Chen’s arm and pleaded, "Look at me, will you? I’m your wife!"

Gong Chen did not respond but instead expressionlessly withdrew his arm. His voice was ice-cold, almost devoid of humanity. "Go back."

He brushed past Sang Ran, heading for the door.

Desperate, Sang Ran clung to him from behind. "Stop looking for her! She’s gone! She’ll never be back! She doesn’t love you at all!"

"Let go."

Gong Chen’s gaze turned dark, a tempest of lethal fury brewing in his eyes.

Sang Ran pressed tightly against his back, shaking her head with force. "No. I won’t let go of you... Ah."

She gasped in terror as the man wrenched her wrist, slowly turning.

Agonizing pain made cold sweat bead on her forehead, but Gong Chen’s expression remained chillingly indifferent.

After discarding her hand, Gong Chen stepped toward the elevator.

Sang Ran ignored her pain, rushing after him.

However, in her urgency, as she grasped his clothing, her prosthetic leg detached, causing her to lose balance and collapse to the floor.

Even so, she clung to Gong Chen’s clothes with grim determination, summoning all her strength to cry out, "I’m dying!"

Gong Chen froze in place.

Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight Chapter 387: Buying Your Child’s Life Rebirth of a Village Girl Chapter 1123 - 286: Retribution, Recognizing Each Other_3 Rebirth: The Journey of an Heiress Chapter 828 - 825: Prosperous Mountains and Rivers Sang Ran raised her tear-streaked face, pleading desperately, "I have only a few years left. You promised you’d accompany me until the end! You said you owe me!"

The car accident and ensuing explosion not only claimed Sang Ran’s leg but also devastated her health.

Her internal organs were severely damaged—irreparably so.

Her body now resembles a patchwork doll, repaired wherever it breaks.

It looks fine on the surface, but inside, time is running out.

She has always hoped for a dignified death. Upon learning that Gong Chen planned to marry Song Wanqiu, her desire grew ever stronger.

Until one particular night when she tried to end it all—Old Mr. Gong found her.

He expressed his gratitude and praised her, even promising to bring her and Gong Chen together.

Thus, she concealed her illness, returning home with her final wishes to marry Gong Chen.

But she never hid her illness from Gong Chen. After all, if he treated a false savior so kindly, how could he possibly mistreat her?

Just as she expected, Gong Chen didn’t reject her illness, treated her well, and agreed to marry her.

She truly believed he loved her.

Until she uncovered the truth.