Chapter 780: Chapter 780: Are You That Desperate for a Dad?
Zhong Min looked at the newcomer in shock.
It was actually Old Mr. Gong.
The old man blew his beard, glared, and gave Fu Shu a furious look.
“This child can never remain! The child also has half the Gong Family’s blood, and not just anyone can join the Gong Family.”
Old Mr. Jiang looked at Old Mr. Gong with resentment, chuckling with disdain.
“Hearing this from your mouth is really funny, haven’t you taken in all sorts of riffraff and recognized them as family?”
“Old Jiang, I know your family is short of people, but is it really necessary to even take in a woman like this one’s child?”
Old Mr. Gong looked at Old Mr. Jiang with sarcasm.
Then he turned angrily to Gong Chen.
“I didn’t think even a vasectomy was a lie, but after all, you are my son, do I not understand you?”
“Turns out you like this kind of woman, why didn’t you say so earlier? Saying things like only loving Lin Zhiyi—aren’t you just like me in the end?”
“But with a woman like this, just have your fun and don’t take everything seriously!”
Old Mr. Jiang clutched his chest: “You… you… that’s too much! Gong Chen is not like you!”
“Whether he was the same before doesn’t matter, now he’s just like me.” Old Mr. Gong looked coldly at Gong Chen, “Handle this well! I don’t want to hear any negative news!”
Having said this, he left as if he had never been there.
Old Mr. Jiang supported himself on the table, breathing heavily.
He reached out to grab Gong Chen, gritting his teeth: “Gong Chen, he will definitely harm Fu Shu, and she’s like this because of you. If she loses the child or even her life, can you live with that?”
Fu Shu was scared and collapsed on the ground.
Even Zhong Min couldn’t bring herself to say what she wanted about Fu Shu having an abortion.
She stared at Gong Chen, her eyes filled with reluctant compassion.
Gong Chen put down his wine glass, his handsome face calm under the light.
Incomprehensible to others.
“What do you want to do?”
…
Su He Bay.
Lin Zhiyi returned home with Xingxing.
She dared not let Xingxing see any emotion, taking three deep breaths before showing a smile.
“Xingxing, can you go play by yourself for a while?”
Xingxing looked up, tugging at her dress.
“Mom, I understand. No matter what happens, I’ll listen to you, and I don’t even have Dad’s surname.”
“Xingxing, you…”
Lin Zhiyi crouched down, moved.
“Mom, I’m your baby, always will be.”
Xingxing reached out to hug Lin Zhiyi.
Lin Zhiyi hugged her back, her previously troubled heart calming in that moment.
No matter what, she needed to have a clear talk with Gong Chen.
If he and Fu Shu really had a child, she simply couldn’t stay.
But there was still the business investment relationship between them.
Private matters are private, business is business, everything must be laid out clearly.
After having Xingxing return to her room, Lin Zhiyi began to gather her thoughts.
Fu Shu claimed it was the Jiang Family’s banquet when she got pregnant.
The banquet was a business event.
Even if Gong Chen was overwhelmed with desire, he couldn’t possibly abandon an entire conference room for a woman at such an important event.
Then what was it?
When Lin Zhiyi came back to her senses, she was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.
She realized she was making excuses for Gong Chen in her heart.
This indicated she was afraid.
Gong Chen, will you really let me down again?
Click.
The sound of a door opening came from the entrance behind her.
A tall figure of a man walked in.
Lin Zhiyi turned to step forward: “Third…”
Seeing the woman behind him, she stopped in her tracks, standing still.
Fu Shu, with red eyes, helplessly said: “Sorry, Miss Lin, Third Young Master said for the sake of my safety and the child’s, he decided to bring me here as a home teacher.”
“What did you say? You want to stay here… to nurture your pregnancy?”
Lin Zhiyi felt like her voice wasn’t even her own.
“Yes.”
Fu Shu nodded, moving closer to Gong Chen.
Lin Zhiyi shifted her gaze to Gong Chen: “You tell me.”
Gong Chen, expressionless: “Yes.”
The voice felt like it was laced with ice.
Freezing Lin Zhiyi in place.
Though they were just a few steps apart, it placed them on opposing sides.
And it was Fu Shu who was at his side.
Lin Zhiyi clenched her hands.
Not wanting to revert to the woman who asked and begged hysterically in the past.
She held her breath, swallowing the whys.
“Fine, then I won’t disturb you.”
Lin Zhiyi turned back to her room, pulling out the largest suitcase to pack her things.
“Zhiyi, let me explain…”
Gong Chen followed her into the room, slamming the door shut.
Fu Shu stood in the living room looking towards the door at the end of the hallway, revealing a faint smile.
Soon, sounds of arguing emanated from the room.
Then the sound of things being smashed.
“Don’t touch me!” Lin Zhiyi shouted loudly.
The noise startled Xingxing.
Xingxing came out of her room, a little at a loss, just in time to meet Fu Shu’s gaze.
Fu Shu stared at her with a daunting and oppressive look.
“Go back to your room, your dad doesn’t want you, he’s soon going to have another child.”
“Are you so needy for a dad? Here!”
Xingxing turned and went back to her room.
Half an hour later, Lin Zhiyi came out dragging her suitcase.
Xingxing had already put on her coat, standing with a backpack at the nursery room door.
Lin Zhiyi took her hand: “Let’s go.”
Gong Chen chased after them: “Zhiyi…”
“Don’t talk to me! And don’t follow us!”
Lin Zhiyi immediately turned away with Xingxing.
Gong Chen could only watch them leave.
Fu Shu walked over to him: “Sorry, Third Young Master, it’s my fault, that day I just happened to see you weren’t feeling well, I didn’t expect the consequences.”
“Stay in the guest room first.”
Gong Chen returned to his room and closed the door.
Fu Shu went back to the living room, slowly sitting in the main seat.
“I told you I would come back.”
…
Apartment.
Lin Zhiyi didn’t want Liu He to worry, so she returned to the apartment where they used to live with Xingxing.
Upon entering, she didn’t expect the neighbor to open their door first.
“Zhiyi?”
Sister Zhou looked at Lin Zhiyi and Xingxing in surprise.
She had become noticeably darker-skinned compared to before, but being newlywed, her vitality was hard to ignore.
In contrast, Lin Zhiyi.
With a child, dragging a suitcase, walking a long distance on a spring afternoon.
Sweaty and appearing very disheveled.
She moved her lips: “Sister Zhou.”
Sister Zhou glanced at Lin Zhiyi’s suitcase, realizing something.
But she didn’t ask further.
“Your apartment is dusty, come to mine.”
“Thank you.”
Lin Zhiyi and Xingxing entered the neighboring unit.
Sister Zhou put down her bag and started pouring some water.
“The lease is up at the end of the month, I came to tidy up, but didn’t expect you to come back.”
“Yeah, I didn’t expect it either.” Lin Zhiyi gave a bitter smile.
Sister Zhou handed over the water: “Zhiyi, I trust you have your own judgment, you’re Designer Lin, President Lin now.”
“Don’t tease me, have you seen a president who sneaks back in disgrace?” Lin Zhiyi said with a self-deprecating smile, resting her chin on her hand.
“Oh, able to joke about yourself, you must have matured a lot since before.” Sister Zhou chuckled.
“I thought about a lot of things on the way here.” Lin Zhiyi changed the subject, “Sister Zhou, do you have tools here?”
Sister Zhou was taken aback.
“What kind of tools?”