Chapter 383: Chapter 383: Whose Child Is It Anyway?
Hospital.
The assistant handed Wen Qing a freshly peeled eggâthe doctor had said that after donating a liver, protein intake was essential.
fɾeeweÉnѳveÉ.com So for the past two days, Wen Qing had been eating eggs and seafood at every meal.
Yet these were precisely the foods she disliked.
When she saw the egg and that plate of steamed fish again, she lashed out by smashing the plate.
Looking at the shattered fish scattered on the floor, Wen Qing felt as though she herself was that dead fishâbroken and incomplete.
Her hand gripping the blanket tightened as she turned to glare at the assistant.
"Howâs the company?"
"The few big names we were courting... Their wives found out and canceled the deals, and also..." The assistant hesitated.
"What else! Be clear with me!"
"Also, the misuse of company funds to lure Liu He has been exposed to other Wen Family members. Considering you donated your liver to Miss Sang, theyâre willing to give you time to rectify it, but if not..."
The assistant, seeing Wen Qingâs increasingly dark expression, dared not continue.
Wen Qing exploded with anger: "Itâs all Gong Shiyanâs fault, that idiot! Romance? Whatâs so important about romance? Without power or status, who would even spare him a glance in this world! If he hadnât rejected me, I wouldnât have to suffer these old menâs contempt!"
The truth was, Wen Qing did like Gong Shiyan.
After all, their courtship had been wonderful.
But what she liked more was the power and position Gong Shiyan could bring her.
The more Wen Qing thought about it, the angrier she became. She noticed her assistant wearing a hesitant expression.
She saw through it in an instant: "What else is there?"
"Mr. Sang and Lin Zhiyi are engaged. The news was released only after the engagement ceremony todayâit seems intentional on Mr. Sangâs part."
Wen Qing shot up to her feet instinctively but collapsed back into the chair from discomfort.
The physical pain, combined with the bitterness in her heart, overwhelmed her. She wished she could tear Liu He and Lin Zhiyi apart right now.
The assistant hurriedly stepped forward to support her: "President Wen, please take care of your health. At least you saved Miss Sang this time. She will definitely stand on your side; she is the Third Madam, after all. There will be countless opportunities for us in the future."
These words did comfort Wen Qing.
She held her wound, feeling that all was not entirely lost.
Mid-conversation, Wen Qingâs phone, placed on the bedside table, began to ring.
The assistant picked it up and handed it to her.
It took Wen Qing a moment to recall who the unfamiliar number belonged to.
It was the apprentice of the Chinese medicine doctor.
She spoke irritably: "Donât call me again in the future."
"President Wen, I wanted to share good news with youâLiu He has come to get another prescription. I just wanted to ask if you still need me to tamper with it. This kind of medicine usually requires continuous consumption to solidify its effects."
The implied message was clear: give him money, and heâd continue tampering with Liu Heâs medicine.
Considering her situation now, Wen Qing could never let Liu He off the hook.
"Iâll pay you; make sure you prepare her medicine properly for me."
"Donât worry."
After hanging up, Wen Qing coldly chuckled. The tight furrow on her brow gradually relaxed.
Seeing her reaction, the assistant grew uneasy and cautiously asked, "President Wen, whatâs going on?"
Wen Qing smirked: "Iâve suddenly thought of a brilliant plan. Letâs see who Gong Chen chooses in the end."
The assistant looked at Wen Qing, puzzled.
Wen Qing slowly stood up: "Take me to visit Xiao Ran."
"Yes, maâam."
...
Wen Qing entered Sang Ranâs hospital room in a wheelchair just as Sang Ran was finishing her messages with Lin Zhiyi.
Seeing the visitor, Sang Ran propped herself up slightly.
"Aunt, why donât you rest more?"
"I was worried about you. Seeing you unharmed now makes it all worth it." Wen Qingâs eyes reddened as she smoothed Sang Ranâs hair.
Sang Ran already had some reliance on Wen Qing, and after being treated gently, she became even more docile.
"Aunt, thank you."
"Silly child, Iâve always said I only want the best for you." Wen Qingâs tears started falling immediately as she stared at Sang Ran.
Sang Ran knew Wen Qing wasnât a sentimental person, so her crying must have other reasons.
"Aunt, whatâs wrong? Youâre still in recovery; you canât let your emotions fluctuate too much."
"Iâm just worried for you..."
Wen Qing hesitated, her tears flowing faster.
Sang Ran thought for a moment and asked: "Is it because of Zhiyi and my brother being engaged? Aunt, you should know the Sang Familyâs rulesâ
marriage decisions are personal, even my dad canât interfere with my brother in this."
Wen Qing lowered her gaze, subtly grinding her teeth.
It was those damned rules.
She recalled how close she had been with Sang Liâs mother in the past, how she had suggested several times to help Sang Li find a wifeâonly to be rejected time and again under the guise of those rules.
Otherwise, how could Lin Zhiyi possibly use Sang Li to go against the Gong Family?
The next second, Wen Qing wiped away her tears and looked up.
"Xiao Ran, Iâm worried that you and your brother might end up being completely deceived by Lin Zhiyi."
"Deceived? Whatâs wrong with Zhiyi?" Sang Ran asked, confused.
Wen Qing suddenly leaned closer to Sang Ran and whispered, "Lin Zhiyi... is pregnant."
Sang Ran froze completely, her face draining of all color.
She tried to move her lips: "Is it... my brotherâs?"
Wen Qingâs tone turned meaningful: "It should be. If you calculate the time, it wouldâve happened on the day of your engagement. But doesnât this seem too coincidental? Pregnant one day, engaged the nextâit wouldnât be surprising if she used the pregnancy to force your brother into marriage.
If thatâs the case, this child might not be so simple."
Hearing this, Sang Ran hurriedly gripped Wen Qingâs arm: "Aunt! How do you know? Could the news be wrong?"
"Impossible. You remember that day Liu He and her friend had afternoon tea, donât you? Liu He suddenly wanted to have a child, which struck me as odd. At her age, why would she insist on having a child? So I had people watch them, and sure enough, the doctor mentioned Lin Zhiyiâs pregnancy.
These two womenâmother and daughterâmust be scheming something again."
Wen Qing spoke while observing Sang Ran with a worried expression.
Sang Ranâs body visibly wavered.
Wen Qing quickly steadied her: "Xiao Ran, whatâs wrong?"
"Nothing... nothing." Sang Ran forced herself upright and pulled a weak smile. "Aunt, this child should be my brotherâs."
"Thatâs good. If not... then this child would become the Changsun of the Sang Family." Wen Qingâs tone turned grave.
Sang Ran clutched at the blanket, her gaze intense as she asked, "Does anyone else know? For instance... people from the Gong Family?"
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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 "No. Lin Zhiyi hasnât told anyone." Wen Qing replied.
Sang Ran nodded deeply, her expression unreadable. "Aunt, Iâd like to rest for a while."
"Alright. If you need anything, come find me."
Saying this, Wen Qing instructed the assistant to wheel her out.
On the way, the assistant was puzzled: "President Wen, why didnât you directly suggest to Miss Sang that the child might belong to Third Young Master?"
Wen Qing sneered: "The Gong Family never allows anyone to push me into a lesser position. You think sheâs clueless? She was once one of the Sang Familyâs potential heirs. Saying too much would just backfire. Saying nothingânow that makes her suspicious."
"But now, Mr. Sang plans to take Lin Zhiyi back to Hai City. If Miss Sang doesnât reach out to us, wouldnât we waste this opportunity?"
"No, she will come to me. I saved her life; she trusts me more now." Wen Qing said confidently.
Sure enough, by the next morning, Sang Ran knocked on Wen Qingâs door.
"Aunt, I need to talk to you."
"Alright. Come in."