At two in the morning, a sudden storm broke the calm night.
A Bugatti Black Obsidian extended edition pulled up in front of Building 3 of Haiting Apartments.
The underground parking lot no longer had a spot for Gong Hengye’s car, so it had to be parked here temporarily.
Feng Yang, who had been waiting for a long time, approached with several well-dressed bodyguards in suits. He respectfully opened the car door and called out, “Ninth Brother.”
A pair of long, well-proportioned legs clad in suit pants stepped out of the car. Black leather shoes landed on the rain-soaked ground without pause, heading straight for the elevator.
His pace was so fast that Feng Yang and the others almost couldn’t keep up.
In an instant, Gong Hengye’s shirt was soaked by the rain.
Feng Yang quickened his steps, using an umbrella to shield Gong Hengye from the night rain. Then, he heard Gong Hengye ask calmly, “How is it?”
Actually, he had already received reports on the way back.
Yet, he still felt like asking again, as if hoping for some miracle.
Feng Yang replied, “Ninth Brother, by the time we arrived, she was already gone.”
Gong Hengye gave a faint “Hmm” and said nothing more. His already cold demeanor seemed to grow even colder.
Li Rui, following behind, was also puzzled.
What did Miss Wen’s suicide have to do with his boss?
Why did the boss seem so concerned?
Although Gong Hengye still appeared indifferent, without much emotional fluctuation, those who had followed him for a long time could tell that the colder his demeanor, the more turbulent his inner emotions.
Right now, it was probably a red typhoon warning.
On the top floor, the room door had already been opened. As Gong Hengye stepped inside, Feng Yang added, “As per your instructions, we didn’t send her to the hospital. We only called Dr. Cheng over to confirm.”
Gong Hengye paused slightly. Following Feng Yang’s words, his gaze fell on the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room.
A girl in a white wedding dress was half-leaning against the glass window, her slender neck and pale hands hanging low.
The gruesome wound on her wrist had already dried up, unable to bleed any longer. Her blood had long since pooled on the floor, staining the hem of her white tulle dress crimson.
Outside the window, a flash of lightning streaked across, as if striking her body.
Gong Hengye didn’t go any further.
He stood at the doorway, quietly watching for a moment, then suddenly let out a soft, eerie chuckle. “Indeed, people who are too foolish will still get struck by lightning even after they die.”
Feng Yang and Li Rui: Confused expressions.
She’s already dead, and you still have to mock her like that? Isn’t that a bit too cruel and heartless?
But Gong Hengye had already turned away, his tone cold and devoid of emotion. “Tell Cheng Yong’an to take her body away.”
Feng Yang and Li Rui: Even more confused.
So, you traveled all this way, flying for hours, just to take a glance from the doorway and mock her?
Li Rui was the most bewildered.
The typhoon had reached the doorstep, but then suddenly changed course?
As Gong Hengye walked out of the apartment, the storm outside had intensified, with wind, rain, thunder, and lightning raging.
In just a few minutes, the rain had grown heavier, and the thunderclaps had become more frequent.
Gong Hengye looked up at the stormy night. Clusters of lightning flashed one after another without pause, lighting up half the sky.
Li Rui opened an umbrella beside him and muttered softly, “This storm came quite strangely. Could it be that there’s some injustice…”
Hearing this, Gong Hengye turned his head and asked coldly, “Have you been watching some very retro TV shows lately?”
Li Rui, “…Ah, yes. The old TV shows are much better than the ones nowadays.”Gong Hengye expressionlessly withdrew his gaze. “Watch less brain-dead TV.”
As he spoke, he lifted his foot to get into the car.
Li Rui also smiled awkwardly, quickly handing over the umbrella to shield him.
Yet, in the split second between Gong Hengye taking that step and Li Rui offering the umbrella—a flash of lightning, bright as a spirit snake, struck without warning toward Gong Hengye’s head under the horrified gazes of everyone present!
Even steady Li Rui couldn’t help but scream, while Feng Yang and the other bodyguards looked panicked, exclaiming repeatedly.
But in such a situation, rushing forward recklessly would only mean getting struck by lightning together.
So, everyone could only watch helplessly as their clever boss, who had just mocked others for being too foolish to get struck by lightning, was hit by a bolt of electricity and fell straight onto the waterlogged ground.
Even Gong Hengye himself only had time to lift his eyes in that instant.
A piercing white light flooded his vision, making his pupils contract, leaving only a blinding whiteness in his mind.
As he fell, a single thought drifted through: With an IQ of three hundred, why was he also struck by lightning?
Soon, Gong Hengye understood that he had been struck by lightning because he was, in fact, a brain-dead genius with an IQ of three hundred.
Because he saw a version of himself even more brain-dead than Li Rui, or even Wen Yue.
After the white light in his mind faded, a series of colorful, blissful scenes flashed before him. In these scenes, he was grinning foolishly at a woman like a complete idiot.
For once, Gong Hengye felt genuine fear.
If he wasn’t mistaken, that woman was Wen Xi, the daughter of the Wen family who had been found only a few years earlier.
The scenes began after Wen Yue’s death, when Gong Chen finally realized that the one he truly loved was Wen Yue.
He completely rejected Wen Xi, leaving her in agony.
But the marriage alliance between the Gong and Wen families remained, and since Gong Chen owed Wen Xi, the elders of both families—acting like brainless idiots—insisted on forcing Gong Chen to marry Wen Xi.
Gong Chen went mad. Unable to refuse, he resorted to a desperate move.
At his and Wen Xi’s engagement ceremony, he drugged his uncle and sent Wen Xi to his uncle’s bed.
Although Gong Hengye’s self-control was astonishing and he didn’t touch her,
Wen Xi, upon waking and learning what her beloved had done to her, completely broke down and attempted suicide.
And Gong Hengye, as the king of brain-dead idiots among these people, thinking of his cherished white moonlight, Wen Yue, who had already taken her own life, ultimately felt pity for Wen Xi.
Fearing Wen Xi would kill herself, he began to care for her.
Over time, under his care, Wen Xi finally opened her heart and overcame her depression.
And he, too, truly let go of the moonlight in his heart and fell in love with this sunset.
The moment the scenes finished flashing through his mind, Gong Hengye felt a splitting headache, his breath nearly stopping.
He abruptly opened his eyes, fear still lingering in his gaze.
What kind of horror movie was this?
His breathing was slightly rapid, and the smell of disinfectant in the air told him he was likely in a hospital.
As he steadied himself and was about to call for someone, a deafening thunderclap accompanied by a ghastly flash of lightning tore through the darkness.
In that instant, Gong Hengye’s pupils contracted.
He saw a woman’s face, pale as snow.
Her hair was long, messy, and half-covered her small face.
She was kneeling on top of him, leaning forward with both hands pressed against his chest, staring straight at him with starkly contrasting black-and-white eyes.
Like a female ghost from a horror movie, here to claim a life.Gong Hengye: “…”
In that moment, only two words remained in his mind and heart.
Fuck.