In the elevator, Cheng Yong’an asked inexplicably, “Who were you talking to?”
Gong Hengye lowered his gaze. “An untrustworthy frog.”
“?”
Cheng Yong’an fell silent for a moment before speaking earnestly, “Jiu’er, your condition seems to have worsened. Are you really not planning to get checked?”
Gong Hengye paused for a few seconds. “Actually, getting checked… isn’t entirely out of the question.”
He also felt that seeing a female ghost might itself be a sign of illness.
Perhaps Wen Yue’s soul didn’t exist at all, and it was just a hallucination caused by his mental state?
Cheng Yong’an: “?”
Great. The fact that this guy admitted he was sick seemed even more terrifying than if he hadn’t.
He couldn’t help but reach out to touch Gong Hengye’s forehead. “Do you have a fever?”
Gong Hengye frowned and took half a step back. Just as he looked up to speak, he was met with a pale face staring at him with resentful eyes.
“Fuck!”
Gong Hengye’s heart skipped a beat, and he couldn’t help but curse under his breath.
Honestly, being startled like this out of nowhere was still pretty frightening.
Cheng Yong’an paused, withdrawing his hand in exasperation. “If you don’t have a fever, you don’t have a fever. Why curse?”
“…”
Gong Hengye pressed his lips together tightly, truly unable to explain his predicament.
In front of him, Wen Yue pouted unhappily, staring at him. “Why are you angry? Why wouldn’t you let me into the elevator? And I didn’t want to play downstairs—what did you mean by that?”
The more she spoke, the higher her pout became. “Besides, I’m a ghost, you know. Did you think I couldn’t get in just because the elevator doors closed?”
Gong Hengye: “…”
He really wished he was just hallucinating due to a mental illness.
This little frog was too noisy—chirping nonstop!
And what was she implying now?
Was she questioning him?
Was she throwing a tantrum now?
But Gong Hengye really didn’t want Cheng Yong’an to think he was crazy again, so he kept a cold face and remained silent.
Wen Yue huffed indignantly. “Anyway, it’s no use trying to get rid of me. I’m sticking with you!”
Gong Hengye’s brow twitched. Fortunately, the elevator arrived with a “ding,” and the doors opened.
He walked out with a cold expression.
Wen Yue was bumped aside by him, watching his indifferent back. She puffed out her cheeks but quickly followed.
To come back to life, what did a little thick skin matter?
Cheng Yong’an was also baffled by Gong Hengye’s cold attitude. “What’s with you? I was just joking. Why are you really angry? Since when has our Ninth Master been so petty? You’re not pretending just to withhold my investment, are you?”
Gong Hengye’s lips pressed even tighter.
Why hadn’t he realized before that the people around him were so infuriating?
His expression grew even colder as he strode straight back to his office. Passing Li Rui’s desk, he said, “Notify everyone that the meeting will resume in half an hour.”
The CEO’s office had wide double frosted glass doors that could be operated automatically or manually.
After speaking, he stepped inside. Li Rui quickly stood up and followed, saying to Gong Hengye, “Third Young Master’s father called earlier. He said regarding Third Young Master’s matter, you should at least consider his face and not go too far.”
Gong Hengye paused mid-step and glanced at him. “Go too far? How is it going too far? Did I make him kneel outside?”
His tone was exceptionally icy, and even someone unfamiliar with him could hear the anger in it. “I haven’t even complained about him inexplicably showing up outside the company like he’s mourning and bringing me bad luck, and he’s telling me not to go too far?”He sneered, “Gong Hengsheng can’t even teach his own son properly, and he still wants me to give him face? What kind of face does he want, huh? If he wants face, tell him to come and say it to me himself!”
Li Rui: “?”
What’s going on?
Why does he explode at the mere mention of the third young master? Did he swallow gunpowder?
His heart raced as he glanced at Cheng Yong’an, who shrugged and spread his hands, looking just as innocent and confused.
Although he had known from the phone call earlier that Gong Hengye was in a bad mood today, he hadn’t expected it to be this bad.
If he had known earlier, he definitely wouldn’t have mocked him.
After all, the investment hadn’t been secured yet. Who would dare offend the golden goose?
Wen Yue quietly drifted in from the side.
He really was fierce and terrifying. Better stay far away from him.
Out of the corner of his eye, Gong Hengye caught sight of Wen Yue trying to sneak in. His voice was cold and laced with anger, “Get out!”
Li Rui: “As you command!”
He turned and left without hesitation.
Only Cheng Yong’an remained. Just as he was about to speak, Gong Hengye gritted his teeth and said, “Scram!”
Cheng Yong’an: “…Alright, alright. Let’s talk about the investment another day. We’ll discuss it when you’re in a better mood.”
Clearly, today was not the day to talk about money.
He turned and hurriedly slipped away as well.
Gong Hengye: “?”
Fine, today really wasn’t the day for business.
With both of them gone, the glass door of the office slowly closed automatically.
Gong Hengye’s gaze fell on the stiff figure not far away, his tone devoid of emotion, “Who do you think I was talking to? Don’t you know?”
Wen Yue bit her lip lightly.
Of course she knew. His “get out” and “scram” were both directed at her.
She hesitated and whispered softly, “But what exactly are you angry about?”
He had been fine before the meeting.
She mumbled quietly, “Is it because I went downstairs? But I didn’t run around. I just stayed downstairs…”
Gong Hengye cut her off, “Am I angry?”
Wen Yue nodded, “Yes, you seem very angry.”
“Wen Yue.”
Gong Hengye curved his lips, appearing gentle, but his words were far from pleasant, “Do you think too highly of yourself?”
Wen Yue froze, and he continued mercilessly, “Why would I be angry because of you? Whether you want to go downstairs and get struck by lightning or whatever has nothing to do with me. In the end, I just don’t want to see you. Looking at a fool for too long is torture for my eyes!”
These words could be described as heartless.
Wen Yue’s eyelashes trembled, and a shattered light reappeared in her eyes. If she were still alive, tears would probably have welled up with a blink.
Why was she crying? Was he wrong?
Gong Hengye inexplicably grew even more irritable. He turned his face away and finally said, “Get out! I don’t want to say it a fourth time.”
Things had reached this point.
Even the thickest-skinned person couldn’t stay.
Wen Yue lowered her head and slowly drifted out.
But she didn’t know where to go, so she simply sat in the empty chair next to Li Rui, curling up and hugging her knees. In a muffled voice, she complained, “Your boss is really fierce. Don’t you find it terrifying working for him? If I were you, I would have quit long ago.”
Li Rui shook his head and sighed softly, “Forget it, where else would I find a job with such good benefits? If you can endure it, just endure it.”
Wen Yue: “…”
Her gaze shifted to his computer screen—a banking interface.
Her eyes instantly widened.
How many zeros were in that balance?
Even a secretary was this rich?
Just as Li Rui finished muttering to himself, a loud “bang” came from inside the office.Shortly after, the internal line phone on Li Rui’s desk rang.
He took a steady breath, glanced at his bank account for encouragement, and nervously picked up the receiver.
A man’s icy voice came through: “Get in here and take this brain-dead projector out to be thrown away.”
“?”
Li Rui was completely dumbfounded, his mouth moving faster than his brain, “Do you even hear what you’re saying…”
Gong Hengye’s silence made him realize his mistake. He cursed inwardly and quickly added, “I mean, how could you be so right? Boss, rest assured, I’ll handle it immediately!”
After hanging up, he scurried into the office.
Wen Yue, sitting nearby: “…”
This guy was even more spineless than she was.
But then again, if Gong Hengye paid her that kind of annual salary, her skin might thicken a bit too.
When Li Rui entered the office, he saw his boss sitting on the sofa, arms crossed, leaning back against the cushions, with his legs casually propped up on the coffee table.
His posture was relaxed, but his expression was exceptionally cold.
Li Rui glanced at the brain-dead projector worth millions and hesitated slightly, “Boss, are you sure you want to throw it away?”
Gong Hengye’s peripheral vision swept past the open glass door, catching sight of the little frog huddled beside Li Rui’s seat.
She was hugging her knees, still peeking inside.
At least she wasn’t running around.
Before anyone noticed, Gong Hengye withdrew his gaze, “Never mind. Get out.”
Li Rui: “…Oh.”
He walked in confused and walked out even more confused.
He really understood his boss less and less these days.
Gong Hengye didn’t understand himself either.
He felt something was definitely off.
From the moment he saw Wen Yue leave the office, to finding her crouched in front of Gong Chen downstairs, whispering, he didn’t think he was angry.
He was just annoyed that she acted one way in front of him and another behind his back.
Then, in the elevator, even though she was the one who had done wrong, she dared to question him.
And then, Li Rui brought up that annoying Gong Chen again.
One thing after another had completely ignited his temper.
He admitted his emotions had been unstable just now—he really had been a bit angry.
But why would he get angry because of her?
Gong Hengye closed his eyes, rubbing his temples in frustration.
Could it be that what he saw while unconscious after being struck by lightning was real?
And now, the plot was already starting to develop in a direction beyond his control.
So, had she really become his white moonlight?
Thinking about it again, given his temper and personality, he wouldn’t have kept her by his side in the first place.
But inexplicably, because of the pitiful look she gave him, he agreed to take her away from the hospital.
And from that moment on, many things seemed to have spiraled out of his control.
He wasn’t a fool. Even if he refused to admit it out loud, he seemed to genuinely care about something.
When he first saw her body, he could still laugh at her foolishness for being struck by lightning without much emotion.
But now?
She could easily affect his mood.
That day, the executive office and senior management at Gong Corporation had a tough time.
The sky outside was gloomy, and the atmosphere inside the company was just as dark.
People came and went, hardly daring to breathe too loudly.
Wen Yue sat beside the secretary’s desk, the office door frequently opening and closing.
Every time it opened, she could clearly hear Gong Hengye’s voice berating someone.Of course, when he scolded people, he wasn’t particularly loud or fierce. He just used that especially cold and merciless tone, making it feel as if one had been pierced by an ice blade.
Wen Yue even felt that, in comparison, the way he spoke to her could actually be described as gentle.
Finally, it was time to get off work.
Li Rui had originally thought that since Gong Hengye was in a bad mood today, he would definitely be working late.
Unexpectedly, just as it turned six, Gong Hengye emerged from his office, his suit jacket draped over his arm. As he passed Li Rui’s desk, he only said, “Call me if anything comes up.”
Was he leaving for the day?
Wen Yue was also taken aback for a moment before getting up and following him.
Without turning around, Gong Hengye seemed to sense her presence behind him, his tone indifferent, “I have plans. Don’t follow me.”
Li Rui, who had stood up to say goodbye, replied, “…Yes, Boss.”
He was just an employee; he hadn’t intended to follow.
But Wen Yue knew he was speaking to her.
If he had plans, then she really shouldn’t tag along.
Maybe it was a female companion.
She stopped and indeed didn’t follow any further.
She watched helplessly as the elevator doors opened and he stepped inside.
It seemed that tonight, she would have to spend the night in his company.
Wen Yue pursed her lips lightly and sighed.
This was the downside of being a ghost—it was still better to be alive.
Nightfall Club, private room.
Cheng Yong’an had an unexpected surgery and arrived very late, not until after ten at night.
Gong Hengye was alone in the private room and had already drunk a lot.
Several empty bottles lay scattered haphazardly on the coffee table in front of him.
Cheng Yong’an’s brow twitched as he walked over and snatched Gong Hengye’s glass, “Why are you drinking so much?”
Even with his glass taken, Gong Hengye said nothing, leaning back on the sofa and rubbing his temples, “I’ve been waiting for you all night. Have them bring two more bottles.”
This was red wine. Did he want to drink himself to death here?
Cheng Yong’an said bluntly, “I have surgery early tomorrow morning. I can’t drink.”
Gong Hengye opened his eyes and gave him a cold look, “Then why did you come?”
He still seemed quite sober, without the slightest hint of drunkenness.
Cheng Yong’an paused, “What’s really bothering you? Tell me, and I’ll see if I can help.”
Before Gong Hengye could refuse, he added, “Of course, if it’s a friend of yours who’s troubled, you can speak on their behalf too. I love hearing anyone’s gossip.”
Gong Hengye’s thin lips tightened. Just as Cheng Yong’an thought he would refuse, he said, “If one day, you discovered you were the male lead of a novel. You have a possibly beloved but already dead, very foolish little white flower white moonlight. Soon, you’ll also encounter another very foolish little white flower female lead. What would you do?”
“?”
Cheng Yong’an was slightly bewildered, “Li Rui told me you were watching a brain-dead idol drama in the office this morning. Have you watched too much and gone mad?”
Gong Hengye curled his lips coldly, “I knew it. You don’t have any solutions either.”
He leaned forward to pick up another empty glass and pour wine. Cheng Yong’an watched him for a moment before suddenly smiling, “Old Nine, you’ve fallen for someone, haven’t you?”
Gong Hengye’s hand holding the glass tightened.
Cheng Yong’an also leaned back on the sofa, stroking his chin, “White moonlight and female lead? From the looks of it, the female lead seems more important, and both are very foolish little white flowers, so it’s a tie. But your female lead is clearly missing a prefix—possibly beloved?”He clicked his tongue, saying, “If you’re adding those words, then it must mean you like her, right? It’s pretty obvious where your heart leans. You should know what to do, but your biggest problem is that this white moonlight is dead…”
At this point, he suddenly thought of something, his expression changing abruptly. “Wait! Gong Lao Jiu, this dead white moonlight of yours… it’s not Wen Yue, is it?”
Gong Hengye’s gaze was fixed on the red wine pouring from the bottle, its deep, intense crimson reminiscent of the blood that had flowed from Wen Yue’s body that night.
His eyes flickered slightly, and he suddenly felt uncomfortable.
Frowning, he set down the now-full glass of wine and leaned back against the sofa again. “Is it that obvious?”
Cheng Yong’an was completely taken aback.
Damn, it really is her.
Gong Hengye closed his eyes and took a slow breath. He had drunk a bit too much, and his head was pounding painfully.
“I find it strange too. How could she be my white moonlight?”
He had lived for 27 years, and suddenly, a white moonlight had appeared out of nowhere.
It had inexplicably thrown his emotions into chaos.
How ridiculous.
“No wonder you gave Gong Chen a dog and hid Wen Yue’s body.”
Cheng Yong’an was utterly speechless and helpless. “But Lao Jiu, no matter how much you like her, Wen Yue is already dead. Even if her body looks strange, the chances of her coming back to life are practically zero. So, you should forget about this white moonlight and accept the female lead.”
Gong Hengye’s lips tightened, and he murmured softly, “Accept the female lead?”
Cheng Yong’an patted his shoulder. “In the end, a white moonlight is just something to keep in your heart and remember. It’s because you can’t have it that you keep thinking about it. You’d be better off cherishing the person right in front of you.”
After saying this, he couldn’t resist asking a gossipy question: “So, who is this female lead anyway?”
Just as Gong Hengye was about to say the name to scare him again, his gaze shifted, and he suddenly sat up straight.
He asked Cheng Yong’an, “Was that thunder?”
Cheng Yong’an: “Was it?”
He looked blankly toward the private room door.
The soundproofing was quite good; no outside noise could be heard.
But Gong Hengye couldn’t be bothered to explain further. He stood up directly, grabbed his suit jacket from beside him, and headed out.
Cheng Yong’an was bewildered. “You’re leaving before we even finish talking? Besides, why are you going out in a thunderstorm? Aren’t you afraid of getting struck again?”
Gong Hengye pulled open the private room door. “She’s afraid of thunder.”
But he had left her alone at the company.