Wen Yue saw right through the mockery in his eyes.
What was he being so sarcastic about anyway?
She pouted and snorted lightly, “Why should I comfort him?”
Although he had indeed cried quite pitifully.
But he deserved it.
He hadn’t loved her this much when she was alive.
Now that she was dead, did he still expect her to comfort him? Who was going to comfort her then?
Gong Hengye probably hadn’t expected her to refuse so decisively. “What, don’t you love him?”
Wen Yue fell silent this time. Before she could figure out how to answer, Gong Hengye shifted his gaze away. “Forget it, I’m not interested in you ghosts anyway.”
“…”
Wen Yue tilted her head, thoughtfully watching his calm, indifferent profile. Suddenly, a realization dawned on her. “Little Uncle, are you…”
She blinked, cautiously testing the waters, “Jealous?”
Based on her limited experience with romance, he was acting quite unusual.
So she really was his white moonlight, right? Right?
“Jealous?”
Upon hearing this, Gong Hengye turned to look at her in surprise, as if he had just heard the biggest joke. The corners of his lips lifted in amusement as he called her name, “Wen Yue.”
Every time he used this gentle, low tone to call her, it never seemed to bode well.
Sure enough, his next words were, “Why don’t you take a look in the mirror and see what kind of ghost you look like right now?”
“!”
Wen Yue’s cheeks puffed up in anger. “I’ll have you know, you shouldn’t attack a ghost’s appearance like that.”
She looked even more like a frog now.
For him to be jealous over a frog—she really was overestimating herself.
Gong Hengye suddenly felt it was all rather pointless.
He really had too much time on his hands.
Here he was, squatting in a corner with a narcissistic frog, eavesdropping on a toad’s gossip.
His expression turned cold as he turned and walked away.
Wen Yue thought he was being utterly baffling.
He had inexplicably brought her here, then inexplicably started being sarcastic, and now he was inexplicably leaving just like that.
She hurried after him. “Didn’t you come here to say something to him?”
Why was he leaving just like that?
Gong Hengye replied coldly, “I just thought you might want to say something to him.”
So he really had too much time on his hands. Why bother being so kind?
Wen Yue muttered, “He can’t see me, and he can’t hear me. What could I possibly say to him?”
“Not necessarily.”
Gong Hengye reminded her expressionlessly, “If I hadn’t spoken up earlier, he might have already found his ‘baby.'”
Wen Yue was speechless.
Was he being sarcastic again? Was he?
If it wasn’t jealousy, then he just enjoyed being sarcastic.
What kind of person was he!
Wen Yue stuck her tongue out at his retreating back, then glanced at the mirrored elevator doors—they didn’t reflect her ghostly figure at all.
Hmph!
Meanwhile, Gong Hengye, standing in front of her, looked at the mirrored elevator doors and clearly saw the little frog with wide eyes and a stuck-out tongue.
Hah, even as a ghost, she was actually quite cute.
With that thought, he quietly averted his gaze.
From their arrival to their departure, Gong Chen, lost in his grief and crying bitterly, never noticed the presence of one person and one tail.
He stayed in Wen Yue’s apartment until dawn, then got up and went to the Gong Corporation.
8:30 a.m., the peak of the morning rush.
Besides the Gong Corporation building, the area was surrounded by many other office towers, so the flow of people coming and going was naturally heavy.
The rain that had fallen all night had only just stopped around seven, and the sky remained gloomy and overcast.
Yet, despite the cold, dreary weather, the trending topics on Weibo were exploding with heat.The cause was that someone posted two videos.
One was a top-down shot from above:
In the video, amidst the pouring rain in front of the Gong family’s main gate, two figures were visible—one kneeling, one standing.
The standing figure was tall and upright, but a black umbrella obscured his face, leaving only a blurred silhouette visible.
As for the kneeling figure, though drenched and in a pitiful state, he was looking up, desperately clutching the pants leg of the person standing.
That handsome face was unmistakably Gong Chen, the third young master of the Gong family, who had recently gained popularity online.
The other video was also taken in front of the Gong family’s gate.
This time, it wasn’t a top-down shot but a covert recording from nearby.
In the video, Gong Chen knelt rigidly, his shirt so wrinkled it was almost unrecognizable.
His hair was disheveled, his face pale, with only his eyes glaringly red.
He stubbornly knelt there, motionless as he stared in the direction of the Gong family’s gate.
No one knew what he was trying to do; he simply knelt quietly, like an unmoving stone.
The two videos were posted one after another and quickly trended on social media.
Netizens quickly deduced that the rainy video was from yesterday, while the gloomy one was from today.
Damn, did Gong San Shao commit some heavenly crime? Kneeling for two whole days?
It must be that guy with the umbrella, right? Did he make Gong San Shao kneel?
Who on earth could make Gong San Shao kneel in public for two days?
Gong San Shao doesn’t look too good. Is he about to break down? Sob~
I think so too. He looks so sad.
Honestly, Gong San Shao’s sense of fragility is unmatched even in the entertainment industry.
Xi Bao, come and hug him quickly. My heart aches just watching.
Even in such a sorry state, his looks haven’t diminished at all. Another day of envying Wen Xi.
Only two people could make Gong Chen kneel. This person looks quite young from his figure, so I’m guessing it’s probably that one.
Which one is this one, and who is that one? Can someone explain clearly? Ahhh, I’m going crazy crawling around!
While the internet was buzzing, gossip enthusiasts from all sides sprang into action, speculating about why Gong Chen was kneeling and who could have made him kneel.
Inside the Gong Corporation building, in the CEO’s office, Li Rui glanced strangely at the idol drama playing on the projector opposite the sofa while reporting the day’s tasks to Gong Hengye, who sat behind the desk.
After finishing his report, he glanced out the window, looking worried. “Boss, the weather forecast says thunderstorms here for the next few days.”
Gong Hengye responded with an “Mm,” then asked, “And?”
Li Rui sighed. “Maybe we should go to Country Y first. The inspection work still needs to continue, and the branch offices are waiting.”
At least Country Y was clear and sunny now, with no risk of being struck by lightning.
Gong Hengye lowered his gaze to review the document in his hand, signed it with a pen, and replied indifferently, “I’ve already visited the key branch offices. Gong Chen can handle the rest.”
Better than staying here and annoying him with his foolishness.
“Huh?”
Li Rui was slightly taken aback, and Wen Yue, curled up on the sofa watching TV, also looked at Gong Hengye in confusion.
Gong Hengye raised his eyes, glancing at her briefly from the corner of his eye before turning to Li Rui. “Still kneeling down there?”
Li Rui nodded. “Yes. Third Young Master said that if you don’t return Miss Wen’s body to him, he won’t get up.”
Gong Hengye casually tossed the document to Li Rui, who fumbled to catch it, then picked up another one and opened it. “He really thinks this place is a graveyard.”
What a nuisance.
Li Rui didn’t dare reply.After all, in his view, his boss’s actions in this matter were indeed somewhat unethical.
Although helping to retrieve Miss Wen’s body was a good deed, why hide her remains?
She was, after all, the Third Young Master’s fiancée, so it was only natural for them to come asking for her now.
Fortunately, the Wen family hadn’t found out yet and hadn’t sent anyone. If they did, this matter would become even more unreasonable.
However, Gong Hengye had no intention of explaining further. For now, only he and Cheng Yong’an knew about the peculiarities of Wen Yue’s body.
He didn’t plan to let more people know.
After signing a few urgent documents, he instructed Li Rui to prepare for the upcoming meeting.
As Li Rui was leaving, he couldn’t help but glance at the projector, finally unable to suppress his gossipy curiosity. “Boss, didn’t you tell me to watch fewer brain-dead TV dramas?”
Usually, this projector displayed video conferences, international news, financial updates, and the like.
Since its inception, the projector had been as cold and aloof as his boss!
But what was happening now?
While the boss was working, it had cast aside its cold and aloof demeanor and was playing the very brain-dead idol dramas the boss despised most!!!
If the boss was watching it, he hadn’t even glanced at the projector once, focusing entirely on his work without being disturbed.
If the boss wasn’t watching it, could it be that he was kindly playing it for Li Rui’s benefit?
Li Rui was itching with curiosity.
Wen Yue, who was currently watching the brain-dead TV drama, looked slightly uneasy.
Did Gong Hengye dislike others watching idol dramas?
But when she had told him earlier that she was bored and didn’t know what to do, he had taken the initiative to turn on the projector without saying a word!
What should she do? Would he think she was annoying and foolish?
Wouldn’t that make her plan to make him fall in love with her even harder to accomplish!
Wen Yue bit her lip, looking at Gong Hengye uncertainly, and whispered, “Uncle, don’t you like it?”
Gong Hengye, questioned by both of them in succession, finally glanced at the projector.
The scene currently playing:
A rainy night, a man and a woman embracing and kissing, while another woman appeared in the distance. The woman looked shocked, her umbrella falling to the ground, her face filled with the despair and sorrow of betrayal.
Paired with melancholic background music, it was indeed very brain-dead.
Gong Hengye fell silent for a moment, then turned his gaze to Li Rui. “What, am I playing it for you?”
Li Rui: “?”
Gong Hengye lowered his eyes to the documents, his tone indifferent. “This kind of brain-dead show isn’t suitable for you, but it’s perfect for fools. The more they watch, the less likely they are to be fooled by love.”
Li Rui: “?”
Wen Yue: “?”
He was mocking her again with his sarcasm, and she wasn’t fooled.
Li Rui, however, genuinely couldn’t tell who his boss was mocking.
Surely not himself?
Confused, he retreated and closed the office door, feeling even more troubled.
What should he do? The aftereffects of the boss’s lightning strike seemed truly serious!
In the office, after the door closed, Gong Hengye glanced at Wen Yue on the sofa.
She had already turned her attention back to the projector, but her lips were pouted, and her cheeks were puffed up again.
Oh, she was quite unhappy.
Gong Hengye set down the documents in his hand, propped his chin lazily, and watched her for a few seconds before glancing at the TV show she was watching.
Suddenly, he thought of something. “If I remember correctly, you’re also in the entertainment industry. Have you ever acted in this kind of brain-dead show?”
Wen Yue: “…”She retorted unhappily, “What I acted in wasn’t a brain-dead show!”
Gong Hengye let out an “Oh,” then asked, “Then what was it?”
Wen Yue pursed her lips, her tone inexplicably shy: “Anti-Japanese!”
“Huh?”
Gong Hengye’s brow suddenly twitched: “Anti-what?”
He didn’t react for a moment.
What instantly popped into his mind were the kinds of films that particularly restless male college students in their dorms would gather around to watch during their hormonal teenage years.
This image made the nerves at his temples throb a few times.
The Wen family was, after all, an established family, and Gong Chen was her fiancé. How could they let her act in that kind of…
Wen Yue caught on from his tone and expression, instantly flustered. “I meant it literally! Anti-Japanese dramas, anti-Japanese ‘god’ dramas! What are you thinking? Don’t let your mind wander!”
If she were a living person, she would definitely be blushing so hard right now that she’d want to crawl into a hole.
This man looked so serious, but his mind was so dirty!
Even “anti-Japanese” could be twisted by him!
Gong Hengye clearly realized it too. Having overthought it, he was also uncharacteristically a bit uncomfortable.
Putting down the hand that had been propping up his forehead, he leaned back in his chair, his expression still calm. Instead, he shamelessly mocked her first: “What am I letting my mind wander about? It’s you—why are you talking about anti-Japanese ‘god’ dramas so shyly?”
“I’m not shy at all! I just…”
She just felt a bit awkward.
Who would have thought that when she debuted at 18 with her stunning looks, everyone assumed the company would cast her in idol dramas? But in reality, the first show the company gave her was an anti-Japanese TV drama.
She wasn’t even the female lead—her name was listed last in the official announcements. It was also her only show.
Although the role she played was quite normal—a battlefield nurse.
But the makeup and costumes for that show were extremely realistic. Her entire face was smeared dark and sallow, and she wore patched-up clothes, hauling wounded soldiers and corpses around the battlefield every day.
She didn’t want to mention it because she was afraid Gong Hengye might get curious and search for that show.
Her current ghostly appearance was already making it hard for him to fall in love with her. If he saw her “ghostly” look from back then, would she even have a chance at life?
Well, she might really not come back to life!
Wen Yue irritably picked at her nails. In the end, she didn’t know how to explain it and could only huff unhappily, “You’re so annoying. I don’t want to talk to you anymore.”
True to her word, she turned her head away and refused to look at him.
Puffing with anger, she looked even more like a little frog.
Gong Hengye truly didn’t understand. Why was she so embarrassed about acting in an anti-Japanese “god” drama? And why was she getting angry now?
Women were indeed troublesome creatures.
Female ghosts were even more troublesome.
He really must have too much time on his hands—a man as busy as he was, actually sitting here discussing such a pointless topic with her.
Gong Hengye’s expression turned cold as he called Cheng Yong’an: “When will that dead dog you were supposed to burn be ready? Do you want Gong Chen kneeling in front of the company until the end of time, making people think I’ve already ascended to the heavens and he’s mourning at my grave? You’re getting slower and slower. If you can’t handle it, say so sooner. It’s not like I can’t do without you.”
“Huh?”
Cheng Yong’an, who was almost at the entrance of his company: “Did you eat gunpowder or are you just sexually frustrated? But then again, you’re already 27—practically ancient. If you don’t find a woman soon and really do ascend to the heavens, the only one left to mourn you in sackcloth will be that brat Gong Chen. What a bleak end to your life.”
Gong Hengye hung up the phone expressionlessly.
Then, he met Wen Yue’s complicated and fearful gaze.Wen Yue, who had only heard him scolding others but not the sarcasm directed at him, was indeed a bit flustered.
Indeed, her previous impression of him as fierce and intimidating was not wrong.
It was only because she now had nothing left to lose that she had forgotten how terrifying he truly was.
She must have gone mad—how dare she speak to him like that?
What if he drove her away? Wuwuwu~
Pitifully, she shrank into the corner of the sofa, looking as innocent as if he were some ferocious beast she must avoid at all costs.
Gong Hengye: “…”
He closed his eyes.
Unable to bear it any longer.
He cursed: “Damn it!”