Take his life?
Wen Yue blinked twice, her eyes genuinely confused this time. “I didn’t… I just wanted to thank you…”
Gong Hengye: “So, this is how you usually thank Gong Chen.”
Wen Yue: “…He’s not my elder.”
Gong Hengye narrowed his dark eyes slightly. “Oh, but strictly speaking, I’m not your elder either.”
Wen Yue was taken aback.
That was true—he was Gong Chen’s elder.
She called him “Uncle” because she had grown up playing with Gong Chen and followed his way of addressing him. But now, she was no longer Gong Chen’s fiancée.
So, he wasn’t her elder anymore.
But she had always called him “Uncle,” and he had never corrected her, had he?
Gong Hengye curved his lips. “So, how do you usually thank him? Shouldn’t you thank me the same way?”
“?”
Was it the same?
It wasn’t, right?
Wen Yue was confused by him.
Just as she was feeling lost and unsure, he released her hand and scoffed lightly. “Seems like there’s not much sincerity after all.”
Thinking about how coquettishly she thanked Gong Chen, he suddenly lost interest in teasing her.
As the warmth on her wrist faded, Wen Yue bit her lip. “No, he never did anything that required me to thank him…”
Before she could finish, Li Rui knocked and entered again.
Gong Hengye waved his hand, signaling Wen Yue to go play elsewhere. He wasn’t really interested in listening to her heartless excuses anyway.
After Li Rui entered, his expression was strange. “Boss, Third Young Master attempted suicide to refuse the engagement with Second Miss Wen. He just slit his wrist and was sent to the hospital.”
Gong Hengye paused, instinctively glancing at Wen Yue, who had just returned to the sofa.
Wen Yue also turned her head in surprise.
Gong Chen attempted suicide?
This wasn’t in the plot she had read!
Gong Hengye was clearly surprised as well.
After all, this wasn’t in the plot he had seen either. The one who should have attempted suicide was Wen Xi, and it wasn’t supposed to happen this early.
Gong Chen had mostly been drowning himself in alcohol at Yelan, but he had never resorted to such extreme behavior.
If he had gone as far as attempting suicide, his engagement with Wen Xi might actually be called off.
Gong Hengye shouldn’t have cared too much about whether Gong Chen would marry Wen Xi. In fact, if the engagement was canceled, the plot involving the drugging could likely be avoided.
But if Gong Chen didn’t marry Wen Xi, what about Wen Yue…
Gong Hengye pursed his lips slightly, remained silent for a moment, and then stood up. “Let’s go to the hospital.”
Wen Yue’s eyes flickered, and she quickly followed.
Gong Hengye paused mid-step and glanced sideways, meeting Wen Yue’s eager gaze. “Can I come?”
Kissing him while thinking of someone else.
Hah…
Gong Hengye sneered coldly, completely unwilling to entertain this fickle little ghost, and strode away without a word.
Since he didn’t say no, that meant yes.
Wen Yue nodded to herself and followed.
At the VIP ward in the hospital, which should have been exceptionally quiet, Gong Hengye and Wen Yue heard a furious roar as soon as they stepped out of the elevator.
“Get out, all of you, get out—”
It was Gong Chen’s voice.
To be this loud right after slitting his wrist, he seemed to be in good spirits.
The closer they got to the ward, the clearer the words became.
“I said I won’t marry her, not even if I die!”
“The one I love is Yueyue. Only she is my wife. No one else is worthy!”
“Get out, get out—”
One sentence after another, filled with anguish and desperation.Gong Hengye glanced at Wen Yue beside him, his lips curling into a smile. “How deeply affectionate.”
Wen Yue: “…Is that so?”
Though she felt Gong Hengye’s tone was sarcastic.
She also didn’t understand why he seemed so dissatisfied with Gong Chen.
Wasn’t Gong Chen his nephew? She’d heard before that Gong Chen had always admired him, seeing him as a role model and goal.
Yet as an uncle, he was being so petty.
But this was a matter between uncle and nephew, and she had no place to comment. She simply disagreed with his remark about deep affection.
So she just curved her lips slightly. “Affection that comes too late is worthless.”
Gong Hengye’s gaze flickered, and he lowered his voice to ask her, “Is that so?”
Did she really think that way?
His pupils were dark, making his eyes seem deep and unfathomable, impossible to read.
Wen Yue met his gaze directly, and that feeling of her heart racing like a startled deer returned.
How strange—she was just a soul now, so why did she still feel this way so often?
She opened her mouth to answer when the sound of hurried footsteps approached, accompanied by a girl’s sobbing.
Both Wen Yue and Gong Hengye frowned and turned to look.
Then, Wen Yue’s expression changed instantly, and she bit her lip tightly.
Gong Hengye, however, hadn’t yet seen clearly when a blur of movement rushed forward, crashing unexpectedly into his chest.
The air suddenly grew still.
The girl, who had been crying heartbrokenly, seemed startled as well. She looked up in confusion, her reddened eyes watery, her beautiful face a mix of shattered emotions and a hint of daze.
Clearly, she hadn’t expected to run into Gong Hengye here.
To be honest, she had only seen Gong Hengye once before.
That time, she had gone with her brother to the Gong family to see Gong Chen. Gong Hengye happened to be leaving after visiting the old master. From a distance, she saw the man bending to get into the car.
Just a glimpse of his profile was enough to leave her stunned for a long time.
Gong Chen had chuckled beside her. “That’s my uncle. Every woman reacts like you when they see him.”
She remembered clearly how she had blushed at the time, hurriedly shaking her head. “I just thought he looked a bit like you.”
Gong Chen had only smiled then, patting her hair. “No, we’re not alike at all.”
Only now, as Wen Xi looked at the man before her, did she realize Gong Chen was right—he bore no resemblance to Gong Chen at all.
His handsome face was exquisitely defined, but his presence was overwhelming, giving the impression of someone difficult to approach.
Unlike Gong Chen’s gentle and refined demeanor, he stood there quietly, his calm gaze sweeping down with an air of disdain for the world.
She spoke pitifully and helplessly, “Uncle…”
Gong Hengye frowned and took two steps back.
His first reaction was to look at Wen Yue beside him.
Wen Yue was also pouting and glaring at him, her accusatory gaze as if she had caught him cheating. “You promised me you wouldn’t like her!”
Gong Hengye: “?”
Wait, he had just been caught off guard and bumped into—how did this turn into a matter of liking or not liking?
But for Wen Yue, this was enough to sound the alarm.
The female lead, heartbroken, crashing into the male lead’s arms—what a classic romance trope.
Because of Gong Chen’s suicide attempt, the meeting between Gong Hengye and the female lead, Wen Xi, had been moved up!
One could say this collision caught Gong Hengye off guard, and it caught Wen Yue off guard as well.
No, she couldn’t let the two of them have any contact.Wen Yue hurriedly grabbed Gong Hengye’s hand, unreasonably trying to pull him away. “Let’s go, right now.”
Her cold little hand gripped him tightly, with surprising strength. Gong Hengye nearly stumbled from her sudden tug.
He quickly steadied himself, holding her hand firmly in return, and said helplessly, “Don’t make a fuss.”
These words were meant for Wen Yue, but Wen Xi, standing before him, clearly misunderstood. “Uncle, I, I…”
Why was he speaking to her in such a doting tone? Did he know her?
As soon as she spoke, Gong Hengye realized his words might be misinterpreted. His expression turned cold again. “Who are you?”
Wen Xi froze completely.
He didn’t know her?
Then why had he spoken with that tone just now?
“I…”
Just as she was about to explain her identity, Gong Hengye added indifferently, “Don’t claim relatives randomly.”
Wen Xi instantly bit her lip.
Already crying from sorrow, her tears now fell even harder.
Wen Yue, whose hand was tightly held by Gong Hengye, continued to struggle. “You don’t want to leave? Do you want to stay and bond with her?”
“You said you’d let me be the stick that beats the wild ducks, to wake you up when necessary. I’m telling you, now is the time for this stick to do its job!”
So noisy!
Gong Hengye closed his eyes briefly, gripping her hand even tighter. Without saying another word to Wen Xi, he stepped around her and headed toward the hospital room.
Just as he reached the doorway, a shout of “Get out, all of you!” accompanied by a glass cup came flying toward him, landing just a step away. The shattering sound and a woman’s gasp echoed simultaneously.
Then, everything suddenly fell silent.
The hospital room was quiet, and Wen Yue beside Gong Hengye also fell silent.
Inside the room, Gong Chen had just pulled out the IV needle from the back of his hand and was preparing to get out of bed.
The gasp earlier had come from Gong Chen’s mother, Xiao Rou.
She had handed the cup to Gong Chen, hoping he would drink some water and calm down. Instead of drinking, Gong Chen had taken it and thrown it toward the door, telling everyone to leave while yanking out the IV tube.
No one had expected Gong Hengye to arrive suddenly.
And the cup had landed right in front of him, shattering glass splattering everywhere. It was unclear whether Gong Hengye had been injured.
Wen Yue snapped back to reality, worried. “Uncle, are you okay? Were you hurt?”
Before Gong Hengye could respond, Gong Chen suddenly spoke up, “Yueyue?”
Wen Yue froze, and Gong Hengye’s brow instantly furrowed.
Both of them turned to look at Gong Chen.
Gong Chen’s gaze was fixed directly on Wen Yue—shocked, overjoyed, flustered, and filled with complex emotions.
Could he see her?
In that moment, Wen Yue was so tense she felt as if her soul scattered and spirit dispersed.
How could this be?
She had thought only Gong Hengye could see her?
At the same time, the hand holding hers tightened its grip. Even though Wen Yue couldn’t feel pain, she felt as if her bones were about to be crushed by Gong Hengye.
Neither of them spoke, only staring intently at Gong Chen.
Gong Chen’s lips trembled as he stumbled and half-rolled out of bed, ignoring his own disheveled state. He pushed away Xiao Rou, who tried to help him up, scrambled to his feet, and rushed toward Wen Yue. “Yueyue, you’ve come back, haven’t you? I knew it, I knew you wouldn’t abandon me… Yue…”
His body passed right through Wen Yue’s.
Gong Chen froze, slowly turning around.
All he saw was Gong Hengye, cold and almost cruel, with no sign of Wen Yue.The figure he had just seen seemed to be nothing more than his hallucination.
Gong Chen panicked, looking around as he searched for Wen Yue. “Yueyue, Yueyue, where are you?”
“Come out, don’t leave me again.”
“Yueyue…”
“Come out, I know I was wrong. Don’t abandon me.”
He frantically searched everywhere for Wen Yue.
Meanwhile, Wen Yue, standing beside Gong Hengye, finally let go of the anxiety that had been weighing on her heart.
He hadn’t seen her.
So, just now, it must have been a hallucination—a coincidence.
She whispered to Gong Hengye, “That scared me. I thought he saw me.”
Gong Hengye pressed his lips together.
He wasn’t as relaxed as she was.
He watched as Gong Chen, now slightly deranged, searched the entire hospital room for Wen Yue. Failing to find her, he rushed out into the hallway to continue his frantic search.
It was clear that, in that moment, Gong Chen had genuinely seen Wen Yue.
Gong Chen’s madness made Wen Xi, still in the hallway, cry even harder. She tried to grab him, sobbing as she called out, “A Chen, please don’t be like this. Sister is already gone. If you want to blame someone, blame me. It’s my fault. If it weren’t for me that day…”
Her words seemed to awaken some memory in Gong Chen. He suddenly turned around, gripping Wen Xi’s shoulders tightly with both hands. “Of course it’s your fault.”
His expression was twisted, a far cry from the gentle man Wen Yue had once known. His words pierced Wen Xi’s heart like a knife.
“It’s you. If you hadn’t appeared, I wouldn’t have hurt Yueyue, and Yueyue wouldn’t have died. Why didn’t you die instead? You should be the one who died!”
“Give Yueyue back to me. Give her back to me!”
He roared, shoving her away forcefully. Wen Xi stumbled and crashed into the wall.
She completely broke down, crying and shaking her head. “A Chen, I’m sorry…”
Wen Yue watched the scene, her brow furrowed.
When she was alive, Gong Chen had hurt her for Wen Xi’s sake. Now that she was dead, he was hurting Wen Xi for her sake.
Gong Hengye really wasn’t wrong. She really had been blind to think Gong Chen was a good man back then.
Gong Chen’s father, Gong Hengsheng, had long since turned livid with anger. He ordered the bodyguards in the hallway, “Hurry up and restrain him! If he keeps acting this crazy, he’ll disgrace the entire Gong family!”
Xiao Rou was crying so hard she could barely breathe, clutching her chest. “What sin have I committed? How could A Chen become like this over a woman? Does he owe her something? Even in death, she’s tormenting him like this…”
Gong Hengsheng snapped angrily, “What’s the use of saying that now? Isn’t this all because you spoiled him?”
The bodyguards managed to restrain Gong Chen, and the arriving doctor administered a sedative. Gong Chen finally calmed down and fell into a deep sleep.
In the hallway, Wen Xi crouched in a corner, hugging her knees as she wept bitterly.
In the hospital room, Xiao Rou also cried her heart out.
Gong Hengsheng, his face grim, discussed Gong Chen’s condition with the doctor.
Gong Hengye, standing there, seemed entirely out of place.
So, he had come quietly, and now he left just as quietly.
But as he passed Wen Xi, she suddenly looked up, her eyes blurred with tears as she gazed at him. “Uncle… no, Mr. Gong, can I… go with you?”
Her tone was pleading. “I don’t know where to go now, but I can’t just walk out like this. If I do, the paparazzi will catch me.”
Tears streamed down her face like pear blossoms, a sight that would move anyone to pity. Even Wen Yue felt sympathy for her. If Gong Hengye weren’t the male lead, she would have urged him to help her.
But that wasn’t possible.Gong Hengye is the male lead, and for her to be resurrected, Gong Hengye must fall in love with her.
So don’t blame her for being vicious.
Besides, she was originally the vicious female supporting character. Isn’t the purpose of a vicious female supporting character to stir up trouble for the male and female leads and specifically break them apart?
So Wen Yue didn’t hesitate at all. The moment Gong Hengye frowned slightly, she had already wrapped both arms around his, forcefully dragging him away.
Wen Xi was left behind just like that. She froze for a moment, lowered her head, and cried even more pitifully.
Wen Yue, afraid Gong Hengye might soften, huffed, “No wonder you wanted me to be the stick. Now I understand—you really do need a stick to keep you from being unable to walk away when you see her!”
Gong Hengye: “…”
He didn’t!
But looking at Wen Yue’s furious expression, he suddenly curved his lips: “Wen Yue.”
Wen Yue glared at him: “What?”
Gong Hengye’s gaze shifted from her hands wrapped around his arm to her face. “Are you this angry because you’re jealous?”
Wen Yue: “…Jealous?”
Gong Hengye looked at her without speaking.
But his eyes were exceptionally clear—he was telling her he saw through her.
A fickle little lustful ghost, liking her fiancé on one hand and setting her sights on him on the other.
Hah…
Wen Yue felt slightly flustered under his gaze, but then she thought, wasn’t her goal to make him fall in love with her?
Her eyelashes fluttered slightly as she leaned her face a little closer to his and whispered, “Well, if I am jealous, what are you going to do about it?”
This time, it was Gong Hengye’s turn to freeze for a second.
He hadn’t expected her to be so honest!
After a moment of surprise, he pulled his hand out of hers and said lightly, “Then keep on being jealous.”
As he spoke, he stepped slowly into the elevator. In that instant, the corners of his lips curved slightly, and his eyes softened with a smile.
A little fickle-hearted ghost should definitely be made to feel jealous more often.