Chapter 48: Chapter 48

Chapter 48: Chapter 48 Letting Nature Take Its Course Chapter 48 -48 Letting Nature Take Its Course Lin Zhiyi’s long hair was messily pushed to the front of her forehead and back of her head, with water smeared on her face, which looked pale with a sense of fragmentation. The steam-covered lips resembled freshly washed grapes.

Water droplets flowed down, soaking her hospital gown.

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

In places she couldn’t see, her beautiful collarbones were exposed, along with the fullness accentuated by light-colored underwear.

Lin Zhiyi had no idea what had happened, only feeling that the man in front of her was breathing somewhat heavily.

She stepped back, he approached closer.

Finally, there was no way to retreat.

He was right in front of her, with a domineering gaze that did not bother to conceal itself, like a beast eyeing its prey.

He raised his hand, Lin Zhiyi held her breath, clutching the ring in her hand tightly.

Suddenly, a dry towel landed on top of her head.

“Let’s go,” his voice was so hoarse it was barely melodious.

“Uncle, your ring.”

Lin Zhiyi took out the ring.

Gong Chen took her hand and, using her hand, slid the ring onto his thumb.

Lin Zhiyi did not understand what it meant, only feeling a breeze pass by her face, followed immediately by the sound of the door closing.

She didn’t give it much thought and went into the shower cabin, only realizing how exposed she was when she started to undress.

A wave of shame filled her.

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After showering, Lin Zhiyi walked out of the bathroom, drying her hair.

Her hair was still wet, and she had to sit dryly on the edge of the bed.

Suddenly, a fluctuating breath stopped in front of her, and she was momentarily stunned.

“Uncle?”

“Don’t call me uncle,” Gong Chen was somewhat impatient.

Before Lin Zhiyi could speak, the sound of a hairdryer came from above.

A few minutes later, the hairdryer stopped, and a pair of large palms brushed her hair, supporting her head.

She froze for a moment, her hand involuntarily clenched into a fist.

These slight movements were all caught in Gong Chen’s eyes, and his deep gaze gradually faded.

He said coldly, “Go to sleep. You don’t look like you need to eat anything else. Gong Yan has sent enough for you.”

Lin Zhiyi was startled for a moment, immediately understanding his implication.

Worried about Gong Yan’s fate, she blurted out without thinking, “It wasn’t elder brother’s idea, it was mine.”

As soon as the words fell, Lin Zhiyi felt a condescending gaze upon her, her fist clenched tighter, her fingers whitening inch by inch.

Gong Chen, seeing her care for another, couldn’t help but sneer.

“Protecting him? Shifting targets?”

His voice was a low, cold murmur that breathed danger and displeasure.

“No,” Lin Zhiyi glanced up slightly in response.

She couldn’t implicate Gong Yan.

But as soon as she finished speaking, the big palm cradling her head tightened slightly, and her body involuntarily lifted into the air.

She couldn’t see Gong Chen, but she felt those deep, pond-like eyes slightly squint, an intense sense of oppression breaking free.

“Is that so?”

“Yes! To me, you and elder brother are no different.”

Lin Zhiyi couldn’t stand the suppression and immediately raised her hand in a struggle.

She managed to pull down Gong Chen’s arms, perhaps emboldened by her lack of sight.

“No different? Say that again,” Gong Chen’s voice took on a threatening tone.

Lin Zhiyi choked, unable to speak a word for a long time; she stubbornly turned her head, as if only turning away could detach her from this oppressive feeling.

Gong Chen commanded, “Lie down.”

Lin Zhiyi scoffed, then turned over and lay down.

“Uncle, if it’s because of Song Wanqiu that you’re treating me this way, you really don’t need to. I can’t bear it; you two have done enough already, it doesn’t matter this one more time.”

Gong Chen stood by the bed, looking at her indifferently, “Do you have evidence of what we did?”

At last, he added, his tone unemotional, “I don’t want to hear such words in the future.”

Lin Zhiyi heard this and felt a chill throughout her body.

So he had already anticipated that she couldn’t catch any evidence against him, thus indulging Song Wanqiu to scheme against her recklessly.

Actually, she wasn’t surprised, after all, she had experienced it in her past life.

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

She had always chosen different paths, yet fate and power still bound her like ghosts.

Lin Zhiyi pulled the quilt over herself, not wanting to deal with him.

Gong Chen left the hospital room, expressionless, and walked to the smoking area, pulling out a cigarette and thoughtfully tapping it twice on the cigarette box.

Before he could light it, Chen Jin came over.

“Third Young Master, there’s progress on the investigation you asked me to conduct regarding Miss Lin and Miss Song.”

He handed over a file.

Gong Chen, with a cigarette between his fingers, flipped open the file.

Chen Jin reported from beside him, “Here is the design draft Miss Song submitted to the school, and these are her previous drafts.”

The styles were completely different.

Chen Jin pointed to the submission date, “It was the day after Miss Lin stayed over at your place, the day she went to see you. The school was urging Miss Lin to submit her drafts, but she couldn’t produce a single one.”

“The competition piece was also created by Miss Lin after three days and nights of relentless work.”

With these words, it wasn’t hard to guess what had happened.

Lin Zhiyi had fought hard in the competition, only to lose to Song Wanqiu and was nearly humiliated at the celebration party.

Now, she had become blind because of the shock.

Chen Jin didn’t know what to say for a moment, only feeling a profound respect for Lin Zhiyi’s perseverance.

Gong Chen closed the file and lit his cigarette.

Under the dim light, the smoke turned into a bluish-gray hue, changing shapes in the air before slowly dissipating.

Gong Chen’s tranquil ink-black eyes rippled slightly, and between lowered lashes, he forcibly snapped the cigarette between his fingers.

“Chen Jin,” he glanced at Chen Jin.

“Third Young Master, I understand.”

After following Gong Chen for many years, Chen Jin knew exactly what he intended to do.

However...

“Third Young Master, do you want me to go and explain things to Miss Lin?”

“No need, let’s go.”

Gong Chen tossed the half-smoked cigarette into the trash and left coldly.

...

The next morning.

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

“Mom?”

“Hey, my dear daughter!”

Her roommate Dazhu came closer.

Lin Zhiyi pouted, “Taking advantage of me.”

Shuangshuang and Lai’er both laughed.

Lin Zhiyi exclaimed in surprise, “How did you all get here? Aren’t you unable to take leave during your internships?”

Shuangshuang exclaimed, “With you like this, how could we concentrate at work?”

Lai’er tenderly blew on the millet porridge secretly cooked in the dorm, “Zhiyi, don’t talk, eat something first. We also bought some sesame balls, shumai, and small roast cakes from the school gate... eat whatever you want.”

Lin Zhiyi looked at them gratefully, “Thank you.”

Shuangshuang hesitantly raised her hand in front of Lin Zhiyi, waved it, but then Dazhu and Lai’er glared at her, and she embarrassedly lowered her hand.

Lin Zhiyi chuckled softly, just about to try the porridge, but was interrupted by wailing at the door.

“Zhiyi! Zhiyi! How could this happen to you? How did you go blind?”

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To the uninformed, it would seem Lin Zhiyi had died.

Dazhu discontentedly said, “Shen Yan, why are you mourning as if someone died? Are you afraid people will hear you? Zhiyi is sitting right here, alive and well.”

“I’m just too sad. Zhiyi, what did the doctor say about your eyes? Can your sight be restored?”

Shen Yan explained tearfully, wiping her eyes, her gaze fixed intently on Lin Zhiyi’s eyes.

It was like a rat in a gutter taking pleasure in a disaster.

Shuangshuang, always naïve, felt upset by these words and retorted, “Shen Yan, what do you mean? What do you mean by can her sight be restored? Zhiyi...”

“Let’s leave it to fate,” Lin Zhiyi interrupted.