Gong Hengye went to Cheng Yong’an’s hospital.
Inside the heavily secured special ward, Wen Yue, who had already stopped breathing, lay quietly on the specially designed cold hospital bed.
At the foot of the bed, Wen Yue’s soul was curled into a ball, trembling uncontrollably from the continuous thunder.
That day, she had wanted to secretly follow Gong Hengye, but for some reason, she couldn’t leave the hospital once he stepped out.
She could only watch helplessly as his car drove away, getting farther and farther. No matter how much she called out to him, he couldn’t hear her.
Right, he was the male lead. Why would he care about the life or death of a villainous female supporting character? He was going to find his female lead.
Wen Yue had no choice but to retreat, trapped in this ward for two whole days.
It was usually fine, but whenever thunder struck, she would become terrified.
When the ward door was pushed open, she didn’t even bother to look up.
She just buried her head between her knees, wishing she could shrink smaller and smaller.
All she hoped for was not to be struck by lightning.
Until Gong Hengye stopped in front of the hospital bed.
His presence was unmistakable—distant, cold, and intimidating, yet at times, it could become a source of comfort and security, almost instantly easing Wen Yue’s fear.
She looked up in surprise, her eyes widening as she gazed at Gong Hengye, who remained as captivating as ever even after two days apart. Her eyes instantly lit up.
She lunged forward, wanting to throw herself into his arms and cling tightly to him, her tone pitiful and pleading, “Uncle, you finally came~”
At that moment, Gong Hengye had just stopped in front of the hospital bed, looking down at Wen Yue lying there.
Her face was pale, even her lips were colorless. Her eyes were lightly closed, her eyelashes resting gently on her eyelids.
At first glance, it was impossible to tell she was dead. She looked as if she were merely asleep, as if she could open her eyes at any moment.
Just as Gong Hengye thought this, the next second, she did open her eyes.
In fact, she even lunged toward him.
Gong Hengye’s pupils contracted slightly, and he instinctively raised his hand, pressing his index finger against her forehead to stop her from throwing herself at him.
Wen Yue froze.
She knelt on the bed, tilting her head up to look at him with pleading eyes, “Uncle~”
Gong Hengye’s temples throbbed violently.
He thought to himself, he must be dreaming again.
His Adam’s apple bobbed a few times as his gaze shifted from the Wen Yue in front of him to the Wen Yue on the hospital bed, then back again. After repeating this several times,
He was certain—he was indeed dreaming.
Gong Hengye closed his eyes, “Leave.”
Wen Yue tilted her head in confusion, “Leave? Where to?”
She even seemed a bit troubled, “I can’t leave, Uncle. Are you going to take me with you?”
Gong Hengye: “…”
Can’t you tell I’m telling you to leave?
Honestly, he wasn’t particularly fond of encountering ghosts.
Gong Hengye withdrew his finger from her forehead, “What I mean is, please leave.”
Wen Yue lowered her eyelashes, “But I’m scared, and I have nowhere to go.”
Gong Hengye almost laughed at her words.
Eight o’clock at night, a female ghost beside her own corpse, telling him she was scared.
Even without looking in a mirror, he knew his expression had completely stiffened, “If this is a joke, then congratulations, I laughed.”
Wen Yue looked up anxiously, “It’s not a joke, I really—”
Before she could finish her sentence, another clap of thunder roared, and lightning seemed to split the sky in half. Even through the four walls, it felt as if it could strike her.
Wen Yue screamed, forgetting everything else, and threw herself directly into Gong Hengye’s arms.Gong Hengye: “!”
When she was alive, she would start trembling from ten meters away, and looking up at him was like seeing a wild beast. If he spoke even a single word to her, she would be so frightened she’d hop away like a frog, croaking loudly.
Now that she was dead, relying on having become a ghost, she actually dared to throw herself into his arms!
Gong Hengye let his hands hang at his sides, trying hard to ignore the unusually cold sensation as she pressed against him. He closed his eyes again and said numbly, “Let go.”
Wen Yue tightly hugged his waist, shaking her head vigorously, her legs also wrapped tightly around him.
Right now, she wished she could grow onto him. How could she let go? She wouldn’t, she wouldn’t let go, wuwu.
The thunder was too terrifying, as if it wanted to scatter her soul and disperse her spirit, but Gong Hengye made her feel very safe.
He came to her on his own, so she wouldn’t let go.
She clung to him tightly, mumbling tearfully, “Uncle, don’t be so fierce with me, I’m really scared~”
Whether it was her soft, tearful voice or the way she sobbingly called him “uncle,” Gong Hengye’s eyelashes suddenly trembled, and a memory from four years ago surfaced in his mind.
That time, she had secretly drunk with Gong Chen and the others, and emboldened by alcohol, she threw herself into his arms.
Back then, she had also tearfully called him “uncle,” complaining pitifully, “Why are you so fierce? Uncle, you’re so mean~”
Gong Hengye fell silent.
After a long moment, he suddenly asked her, “What are you afraid of?”
As he spoke, he turned his gaze toward the window, narrowing his eyes as if understanding something. “Afraid of being struck by lightning?”
Wen Yue made an “mm” sound, nodding vigorously. “Afraid.”
Gong Hengye comforted her, “Don’t worry, it’s just a lightning strike. I’ve already been struck before. At most, you’ll be unconscious for a while, nothing serious.”
Wen Yue: “?”
She blinked her innocent eyes, about to ask him what happened, when the hospital room door was knocked.
Then, Cheng Yong’an pushed the door open and came in.
Gong Hengye’s eyes flickered, and he said in a low voice to Wen Yue, who was still clinging to him, “Disappear, now.”
Cheng Yong’an, who had just entered: “?”
With his hands tucked into the pockets of his white coat, he paused mid-step and chuckled, “Isn’t that a bit much, Ninth Master? I just walked in and you’re telling me to disappear?”
He walked over to Gong Hengye’s side, raising an eyebrow curiously. “What, are you doing something you shouldn’t be seen doing?”
Gong Hengye’s expression changed slightly.
He exchanged a glance with Wen Yue, who was still clinging to him and hadn’t disappeared, then looked back at Cheng Yong’an.
Such a large person was hanging off him, yet Cheng Yong’an didn’t seem to see her?
Just as he was wondering, Wen Yue whispered in his ear, explaining, “He can’t see me. These past two days, every time he came to the room, he couldn’t see me. Even if I hung on him, he wouldn’t see me.”
Gong Hengye’s temple twitched. “You’ve hung on him too?”
She was quite casual.
Wen Yue shook her head. “I was just giving an example.”
Cheng Yong’an was puzzled. “Who am I hanging on?”
Gong Hengye: “…”
Cheng Yong’an then added with some concern, “Feng Yang said you seemed a bit addled after being struck by lightning. Now it looks like there might really be a problem. Should I write you a referral to get checked at neurology?”
Gong Hengye: “…No need.”
Although he had once doubted his own 300 IQ, he was well aware that his brain paralysis couldn’t be diagnosed by neurology.
Before Cheng Yong’an could say anything more, Gong Hengye suddenly gritted his teeth and whispered, “What are you doing?”
As he said this, his gaze lowered, looking toward Cheng Yong’an’s hand.
Cheng Yong’an: “?”He also lowered his gaze to look at his own hand, raising it and spreading his fingers with great confusion: “What has this hand of mine done to make you grit your teeth?”
Meanwhile, Wen Yue, who was clinging to Gong Hengye, reported to him, “See, I can’t touch him—I can only touch you.”
Earlier, she had released one of the hands tightly wrapped around Gong Hengye’s neck and reached out toward Cheng Yong’an.
Then her hand passed right through Cheng Yong’an’s arm, leaving no trace, and Cheng Yong’an remained completely unaware.
Gong Hengye couldn’t hide his surprise either, finally beginning to take certain issues seriously.
For example, he now knew he definitely wasn’t dreaming.
Wen Yue’s soul truly existed.
And he could see her, even touch her.
Cheng Yong’an observed Gong Hengye’s expression for a few seconds before finally speaking seriously: “Hengye, I know it’s sometimes difficult to admit you have a problem, but if you’re sick, you need early treatment. Avoiding the doctor out of fear is never a good thing.”
Gong Hengye struggled to maintain his calm demeanor, his tone icy: “I didn’t come here to listen to this nonsense.”
Cheng Yong’an: “But ever since I walked in, you’ve been the one talking nonsense.”
Wen Yue, who was wrapped around Gong Hengye, suddenly chuckled.
Gong Hengye: “…”
Hah.
She still had the nerve to laugh?
Gong Hengye couldn’t bear it any longer. He gripped Wen Yue’s hand and pulled her off him.
She knelt back on the bed, about to accuse him of his ‘brutality,’ when Gong Hengye shot her a cold glare.
Wen Yue’s pale face grew even paler. Her lips trembled, but she ultimately pressed them tightly together.
Outside the window, lightning and thunder continued. Wen Yue covered her ears, buried her head back between her knees, curled up again, and trembled slightly.
Gong Hengye’s brow tightened.
Who was she putting on this pitiful act for?
Cheng Yong’an, watching Gong Hengye’s increasingly cold and tense expression, thought he was angry at his words.
He stopped joking and turned to look at Wen Yue lying on the hospital bed, finally turning serious, even with a hint of strange confusion: “I already told you over the phone earlier—Miss Wen’s body hasn’t shown any changes in two days. It’s really quite odd.”
Gong Hengye had asked Cheng Yong’an to bring Wen Yue back, not sending her directly to the morgue but to a special ward instead.
He felt that, after all, Wen Yue was a member of the Wen family, and her affairs should be handled by them.
But early the next morning, Cheng Yong’an called him, saying Wen Yue was acting strangely.
The strangeness lay in the fact that her body showed no changes at all.
Although she hadn’t been placed in a freezer, the specially designed bed had a freezing effect. Even without it, after being dead for a night, a body should stiffen.
Yet Wen Yue hadn’t.
A light touch of her skin revealed that, aside from being cold, it remained soft—completely unlike that of a dead person.
Because of this, Gong Hengye didn’t immediately notify the Wen family. He asked Cheng Yong’an to observe her more closely.
After all, the Wen family didn’t seem to care where Wen Yue was—they hadn’t contacted her in two days.
But Cheng Yong’an conducted various tests on Wen Yue, and there were indeed no signs of life.
Then, after two more days, her body still showed no changes.
This couldn’t be anything but eerie.
Fearing it might cause panic, Cheng Yong’an didn’t even dare to let other medical staff approach.
Only he could enter Wen Yue’s ward.
Upon hearing this, Gong Hengye’s gaze fell on Wen Yue’s curled-up soul.
Could it be that she wasn’t actually dead and could still come back to life?Gong Hengye remained silent for a long while before finally speaking, “Then let’s leave it here for now and wait. Perhaps there might be some medical miracle?”
Cheng Yong’an was surprised. “You mean she could still come back to life?”
After saying this, he laughed first—the kind of laugh one gives when hearing a joke. “That wouldn’t be a medical miracle; that would be a divine miracle.”
Gong Hengye’s peripheral gaze drifted toward Wen Yue.
She had clearly heard their conversation and was also looking over with a surprised expression, her small face lifted.
Her pale, bloodless face was surprisingly expressive, her mouth slightly agape and eyes wide, like a silly frog.
Yet her eyes still sparkled, as if filled with the light of evening stars and the moon.
Gong Hengye’s gaze deepened, and the corners of his lips lifted slightly. “Whether it’s a miracle or a divine miracle, as long as she’s alive… that’s good enough.”
Wen Yue’s throat suddenly tightened, and Gong Hengye’s gaze shifted to the wrist of her physical body.
The wound, already cleaned, clearly revealed layers of gruesome cuts—she had slashed it at least three times.
His eyes grew colder, and his smile turned icy. “When it came to dying, she was quite determined.”
Wen Yue’s gaze flickered, and she lowered her head in embarrassment.
Cheng Yong’an also nodded. “This Miss Wen is indeed ruthless toward herself.”
He then added, “By the way, if we follow your plan, should we inform the Wen family? If not, how do we explain it to them? And what about your nephew? You’ve taken his fiancée and hidden her here—there has to be an explanation.”
Gong Hengye said, “Just tell them she’s already been cremated.”
Wen Yue pouted.
Cheng Yong’an replied, “But cremation requires ashes, doesn’t it?”
Gong Hengye said, “Just burn a dead dog and give it to them. Let them pay their respects to that.”
Wen Yue: “?”
She felt he was insulting her.
Cheng Yong’an: “?”
Alright, you’re even more ruthless.
Cheng Yong’an left first due to other matters. As Gong Hengye turned to leave, his sleeve was tugged.
He turned back and met Wen Yue’s eyes.
It was strange.
She was now just a soul, and logically, she shouldn’t be able to cry.
But Gong Hengye always felt that when she looked at him, her eyes seemed moist, the light in them fragmented, as if tears could fall with a single blink.
This helpless look was exactly the same as when she was a child.
“What is it?”
Gong Hengye himself hadn’t noticed that his voice was actually somewhat tense and hoarse.
Yet his expression, in Wen Yue’s eyes, remained cool and indifferent.
But in his eyes, Wen Yue saw the reflection of herself—a reflection that shouldn’t exist.
“I…”
Wen Yue’s fingers tightened further. She bit her lip and whispered softly, “Uncle, only you can see me.”
Gong Hengye’s eyes grew even more profound. “And then?”
Wen Yue’s gaze was timid, and her pale lips seemed to redden from her biting before she finally lowered her eyes, as if crying. “Uncle, I didn’t mean to… It’s just that no one loves me…”
Gong Hengye watched her intently.
Her face, as small as a palm, was as white as snow, and her neck was slender and pale, slightly bowed, fragile and vulnerable.
He suddenly smiled, a gentle smile, and called her name, “Wen Yue.”
Wen Yue looked up, and he leaned slightly closer, his gaze firmly locking onto hers. “Are you telling me all this now because you think I’ll love you?”
There were deep, restrained emotions in his eyes, but his tone was as cold as frost. “Why should I love someone who doesn’t even love herself?”
Wen Yue’s pale face flashed with humiliation.
After learning that she might be the white moonlight in his heart,
she had indeed wanted to use him.
To make him fall in love with her, so she could come back to life.
She wanted to live again.Besides, she didn’t want him to be with Wen Xi—not even a little.
This thought was shameful.
She knew it.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she slowly released his sleeve and lowered her head. “I’m sorry.”
Gong Hengye straightened up, looked at her for a moment, then turned and walked away.
Just as he reached the door of the hospital room, he suddenly paused. After a moment of silence, he glanced back at her. “Still not leaving? Do you want to stay huddled there like a lonely ghost?”
Wen Yue’s eyelashes fluttered as she looked up. “Uncle~”
Gong Hengye averted his gaze, his tone icy. “If you want to be a lonely ghost, I don’t care.”
Wen Yue looked at his profile, still as cold as frost and snow, yet she suddenly felt he wasn’t as frightening as she’d thought.
He seemed fierce, but when she thought about it carefully, he was the only one who had never abandoned her.
Wen Yue quickly jumped off the bed and ran to his side. “Uncle.”
Gong Hengye didn’t look at her, striding out of the room. Wen Yue puffed out her cheeks and obediently followed behind him.
Feng Yang and the others were waiting outside, but none of them could see the little tail trailing behind Gong Hengye.
After confirming this, Gong Hengye finally accepted the reality.
The corner of his lips unconsciously lifted.
This little tail was destined to follow him.