Chapter 405: Chapter 405 She Canât Die Now Sang Ran drank the bitter medicine that was so vile it made her nauseous, worsening her already frail condition.
Just then, Sang Li sent her a message.
She opened the message while Wen Qing was tidying up the medicine bowl.
"Xiao Ran, come home."
Sang Ranâs pupils shrank abruptly.
Sang Li was actually advising her to get divorced.
The medicine churned uncontrollably in her stomach due to the emotional turmoil, and she couldnât stop herself from retching.
Wen Qing grabbed a tissue and stuffed it directly into her mouth. "Donât waste it. Drink it down; itâs good for your health. Isnât it what youâve always wantedâto bear a child for the Third Young Master?"
A child?
Those words only aggravated Sang Ranâs already irritable mood.
She stared at Wen Qingâs lips, which kept persuading her, and suddenly, a cold gleam flashed in her eyes.
In the next moment, as if triggered, she clutched her ears and snapped, "Stop talking! He already has a child!"
Wen Qingâs voice abruptly stopped. She looked at Sang Ran in disbelief.
"What did you say?"
With a hint of despair, Sang Ran said, "Aunt, he already has a child."
Wen Qingâs mind processed quickly, and she immediately thought of a name that had been missing for over three years.
"Lin Zhiyi?"
"Yes." Sang Ran nodded feebly.
Wen Qing immediately recalled the events of those years.
If Sang Ran hadnât leaked the plan, Lin Zhiyi would never have left Jing City with the child.
And yet, Sang Li had shielded her so carefully over the past three years.
Very few people even know where Lin Zhiyi is.
But Lin Zhiyi was smart enough; except for maintaining contact with Liu He, she had almost cut ties with everyone in Jing City.
Gradually, everyone forgot about her.
Had Sang Ran become delirious from her illness?
Wen Qing tried to reason, saying, "Lin Zhiyi and your brother are abroad. Your brother isnât stupid; how could he let her keep an ambiguous child?"
Having said this, Wen Qing was about to console Sang Ran, but as she met her gaze, she noticed something unusual.
Sang Ran smiled bitterly, saying, "I gave her money to persuade her to leave my brother. Sheâs never been abroad these past three years."
Wen Qing was alarmed. "How do you know sheâs not abroad? My people confirmed she boarded the plane with your brother."
Sang Ran took a deep breath and directly opened her phone, finding a cartoon drawing of the child.
Although it was just a cartoon, the next day, when she went to look again, all cartoons concerning the child had been completely deleted.
Clearly, someone had done it deliberately.
Wen Qing glanced at the screenshot. At first, she thought it was typical youth-oriented comics and was ready to scoff at Sang Ranâs overreaction, but then she was startled by the childâs striking features.
Moreover, the men surrounding the child in the cartoon were all familiar faces.
Unless they were old acquaintances, such a high degree of resemblance was impossible.
"Impossible!"
Wen Qing gritted her teeth. She couldnât believe Lin Zhiyi would leave behind a life clinging to Sang Li!
Lin Zhiyi and Liu He were just women who relied on men for status and money!
Without Sang Li, Lin Zhiyi couldnât survive outside Jing City at all.
Sang Ran scrolled through her phone, pulling up the cartoonâs authorâs location and Lin Zhiyiâs online store.
Gang City.
Xingxing Jewelry.
A thought flashed through Wen Qingâs mindâSang Ran had once mentioned wanting to name her own child Xingxing.
And the destination of Gong Chenâs current business trip was Gang City.
There was no way such coincidences could be random.
Wen Qing erupted in anger, her high heels stomping on the floor, threatening to dig a hole.
"Iâve told you before! Lin Zhiyi should never have been allowed to leave Jing City alive; and that bastard child definitely shouldnât have survived!"
The clattering of high heels on the floor made Sang Ranâs temples throb with pain.
Weakly, she grabbed Wen Qing by the arm, sobbing, "Aunt, what should I do? I really donât want to leave the Third Young Master. If I have to... Iâd rather die!"
At the mention of death, Wen Qing immediately came to her senses; Sang Ran couldnât die right now.
She wrapped Sang Ran in an embrace, saying, "Donât worry; Aunt will help you."
"Cough, cough, cough..."
Sang Ran clutched her chest, coughing fiercely.
Wen Qing quickly helped her lie down. "Alright, donât overthink it. Rest for a while."
Sang Ran nodded and closed her eyes.
Wen Qing carried the thermos and turned to leave the hospital room.
Moments later, Sang Ran opened her eyes, clutching the blanket tightly, her eyes bloodshot.
Lin Zhiyi, why did you have to reappear?
Meanwhile...
As soon as Wen Qing walked out of the room, she disregarded the late hour and called Old Mr. Gong.
Old Mr. Gong seemed to be awaiting news, as he picked up quickly.
"Did she drink it?"
"She did," Wen Qing replied honestly.
"Good. All my precious herbs wonât go to waste keeping her alive. I treated her like a gem, went through every effort to bring her into the family, yet she turned out to be the most useless of women. If she must die, at least she canât die now."
The old manâs voice carried authority and anger.
This situation was entirely due to Sang Ran hiding the fact that she was terminally ill and fraudulently taking the position of the Gong Familyâs Third Madam.
When Sang Ran couldnât conceive a child within a year of marriage, Old Mr. Gong began to suspect.
Clearly, the medical report Sang Ran had given him during the premarital checkup showed that her amputation didnât negatively impact her health.
Why couldnât she have a child then?
As for Gong Chen supposedly having had a vasectomy, Old Mr. Gong didnât believe it.
Even if it were true, as long as Sang Ran had captured Gong Chenâs heart, having children would simply be a minor surgery.
Thus, Old Mr. Gong bribed the Sang Familyâs private doctor, discovering that Sang Ran couldnât possibly bear childrenâand even surviving was an issue.
Feeling deceived, Old Mr. Gong had wanted to immediately annul the marriage between Gong Chen and Sang Ran.
But after some thought, he realized Sang Ran wasnât entirely useless.
As Old Mr. Gong returned from his thoughts, Wen Qingâs voice came through the phone again.
"Old Master, Lin Zhiyi..."
"She left so many years ago. Why bring her up now?" Old Mr. Gong sounded impatient.
"Lin Zhiyi didnât go abroad. Sheâs been hiding in Gang City and bore the Third Young Master a child. Both the Third Young Master and Sang Li have gone to Gang City now."
The old manâs voice quivered in rage. "That wench! Did she give birth to a boy or a girl?"
"A girl."
"Pointless." The old man snorted. "Go clean the mess up. Make sure word doesnât reach Jing City at any cost."
"Understood."
Once Wen Qing hung up, she cast a venomous glare at Sang Ranâs hospital room door.
Sang Ran, donât blame me for being ruthless. Blame yourself for letting Lin Zhiyi escape and ruining my plans all those years ago.
As Wen Qing turned to leave, she spotted a familiar figure.
Liu He?
Whatâs she doing at the hospital so late at night?
Wen Qing hurried forward, catching sight of Liu He stopping abruptly at a nearby corner.
Moments later, a male doctor wearing a white coat stealthily exited through another door.
Liu He rushed forward, throwing herself into the doctorâs arms.
The man looked young, refined, and scholarly.
Unexpectedly, he was just another young man.
Noticing someone passing by, the two quickly separated, lowering their heads and whispering a few words before Liu He turned to leave.
She was wearing a black coat, with the collar raised to obscure her faceâclearly trying to cover her guilt.
Wen Qing stood back with a cold smile. "So the vixen couldnât resist sneaking around. Iâd love to see Gong Shiyanâs face when he finds out the wife he sacrificed everything to protect has been secretly filthy all this time."
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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 An assistant whispered, "President Wen, do you need me to follow her?"
"No need. Sheâs too alert right now. Donât startle her. Have someone keep an eye on them and gather as much evidence as possibleâitâll pair nicely with the mess involving Lin Zhiyi."
"Understood."
Wen Qing hadnât felt this satisfied in a long time.