Chapter 447: Chapter 447: Watching Her Make a Fool of Herself
Lin Zhiyi was indeed very nervous; she had been away from the Gong Family for too long.
She had no idea what she was going to face next.
But she didn’t want to escape anymore.
First Xingxing, then Liu He, these people never intended to let her go.
Sang Li noticed she didn’t want to talk much, and comforted her: “At someone’s request, no matter what happens, I will help you.”
That someone, Gong Chen.
Lin Zhiyi turned her head to look at him and smiled: “Thank you, but since they are prepared, I can’t let them down either.”
She didn’t mention Liu He’s matters.
Because she privately called Doctor Wu to understand the situation, she didn’t expect him to mention that Sang Ran was also in that hospital.
She wasn’t sure if Sang Ran was related to this matter, so she didn’t want to gossip in front of Sang Li.
Sang Li was also quite troubled by Sang Ran’s matters.
Arriving at the hotel.
The grandeur before her still slightly surprised Lin Zhiyi.
She didn’t expect the Gong Family to invite almost all the influential people in Jing City.
Sang Li also noticed something was amiss: “If it’s solely aimed at you, isn’t this scene too grand?”
Indeed.
Even if the Gong Family’s target included Liu He, Old Mr. Gong wouldn’t make such a big deal out of it.
He was someone who valued appearances extremely.
Family scandals were definitely not to be exposed in the public.
Lin Zhiyi and Sang Li exchanged glances, deciding to quietly observe the situation.
Just as the two were about to get out of the car, they realized the vehicle suddenly stopped.
Lin Zhiyi leaned against the window, her gaze fixed ahead and paused.
The blockage in front wasn’t anyone else, but Gong Chen’s car.
Under the press’s blockade, Gong Chen got out of the car, rarely wearing a silver-gray suit.
Lin Zhiyi instinctively tightened her grip on her dress.
This suit and her dress…
Just as she was thinking, Sang Ran followed behind and got out of the car.
Wearing an identical dress to Lin Zhiyi’s, standing beside Gong Chen, though she was slender, her gaze brimmed with happy laughter.
She gradually turned her gaze towards Lin Zhiyi’s location through the camera.
The two locked eyes through the car window for a few seconds, Sang Ran softly adjusted the hem of her dress, and looked up at the man beside her.
As if declaring her territory.
Lin Zhiyi pursed her lips, a voice of apology came from beside her from Sang Li.
“Xiao Ran must have checked the dress I chose for you, I’ll have Zhou Zhao bring another one over now.”
Lin Zhiyi took a deep breath: “No need, whatever I wear will be commented on. Let’s stop blocking here and go inside first.”
“Okay.”
Sang Li glanced at the position Sang Ran was in, restraint mixed with helplessness and anger on his face.
Zhou Zhao parked their car next to Gong Chen’s car, then got out to open the door for the two.
Many guests seeing it was Sang Li’s car suddenly remembered that almost forgotten name.
Lin Zhiyi.
Some whispered.
“I heard Lin Zhiyi’s name was on the guest list.”
“She still dares to come back? After causing such a scene at the Gong Family back in the day, if I were her, I wouldn’t have such a thick skin.”
Some people who had just returned from abroad didn’t recognize Lin Zhiyi.
“Who are you talking about?”
“The stepdaughter of the Gong Family’s Second Young Master, there’s a rumor, saying she secretly climbed into the Third Young Master’s bed; after he disregarded her, she hooked up with Mr. Sang.”
“Really? That’s bold; everyone knows the Third Madam is the Third Young Master’s beloved.”
Upon hearing this, Sang Ran slightly curled her lips.
Her peripheral vision scanned one of the reporters.
The reporter targeted the people inside the car: “Why hasn’t Mr. Sang gotten out? Is there something unspoken since he hasn’t brought his fiancé back in three years?”
The noblewomen who had just criticized Lin Zhiyi were even more unscrupulous.
“Can’t stand her pettiness; no wonder no one in the Gong Family likes her. I bet Mr. Sang is also getting tired of her demeanor; definitely not presentable.”
“Now that you mention it, I’m curious, what kind of woman can enchant the Third Young Master and Mr. Sang?” Someone wondered.
“Enchant? Just a vixen; her cheap tricks can’t be compared to the Third Madam.”
Sang Ran contentedly looked at Sang Li’s car.
Lin Zhiyi, why are you still not getting out of the car? Are you scared?
She sneered inwardly.
She just wanted everyone to know Lin Zhiyi was nothing but a clown mimicking her.
Within the Gong Family, she was the real mistress.
Just as the smile hadn’t spread fully, Sang Ran and those discussing Lin Zhiyi suddenly felt a chill down their spine.
The few stiffened necks turned to meet Gong Chen’s cold gaze.
The others shut their mouths in terror.
Only Sang Ran bit her inner lip fiercely, seeing an unbearable version of herself in Gong Chen’s dark eyes.
At that moment, a reporter shouted.
“She’s getting out of the car!”
Sang Ran, like a leech sensing blood, excitedly stared at the door.
In the flashes of reporters’ cameras, Zhou Zhao opened the car door.
After Sang Li got out, he extended his hand towards the car.
Everyone expected to see the cautious and clingy girl from three years ago.
Unexpectedly…
Lin Zhiyi confidently extended her hand onto Sang Li’s palm, smiling as she got out of the car.
She knew everyone wanted to see her returning in disgrace.
But she had to smile.
The crowd looked at her dress, then at Sang Ran’s dress, their expressions were bizarre.
The reporter deliberately asked: “Miss Lin, why is your dress the same as the Third Madam’s?”
Sang Ran feigned a gesture to stop: “It’s fine if Zhiyi likes it, even if it’s the same, I don’t mind.”
Gentle and gracious, taking the bigger picture in mind.
Absolutely fitting the Gong Family’s Third Madam’s requirements.
Lin Zhiyi smiled lightly: “It looked nice and suited me, so I wore it; I didn’t think much about it, sorry Third Madam, I’ll be mindful next time.”
She originally didn’t want a direct conflict with Sang Ran.
But the reporter’s words were clearly insinuated by someone.
Sang Ran deliberately had the driver block Sang Li’s car, clearly intending to use the dress to create issues.
Wanting her to be embarrassed?
The premise is that she is the one that’s embarrassed.
The dress was selected by Sang Li based on Lin Zhiyi’s figure and appearance; not just anyone could pull it off.
Especially Sang Ran… too slim.
The seams adjusted under the armpit suppressed most of the designs, unable to highlight the dress’s entirety.
Who looked bad, who was mimicking was evident.
Just then, someone commented.
“Clearly, Lin Zhiyi looks good in it. No wonder she can enchant the Third Young Master and Mr. Sang. If I were a man…”
Sang Ran’s expression shifted, veins on her neck bulging.
Lin Zhiyi still smiled calmly, extending her hand to hold onto Sang Li’s arm, her gaze lightly swept over someone.
“Not to disturb the Third Young Master and Third Madam then.”
With that, Lin Zhiyi turned around to leave.
As she walked, she apologized to Sang Li: “Sorry, Mr. Sang.”
Sang Li sighed: “It’s not your problem, I didn’t expect Xiao Ran to scheme even against me. However… the Third Young Master doesn’t seem to be in a good mood.”
“Oh.”
Lin Zhiyi didn’t turn back and continued forward.
Behind her.
Sang Ran, sensing the gaze of the others, reached to hold onto Gong Chen’s arm.
Gong Chen discreetly avoided it and turned away.
…
Lin Zhiyi and Sang Li entered the banquet hall, the Gong Family’s gaze immediately fell heavily.
Lin Zhiyi paid no mind and politely approached Old Mr. Gong.
“Mr. Gong.”
“Mm.” Old Mr. Gong coldly replied.
Before anyone else could speak, Wen Qing, standing beside them, acted like they had never seen Lin Zhiyi before; their gaze swept up and down dramatically, speaking extravagantly.
“Miss Lin is getting more and more beautiful; I almost didn’t recognize you just now. Truly worthy of being Second Madam’s daughter, clearly well-nourished.”
“Second Madam seems radiant lately, like back in the days of young romance. Why not share some tips with us all? Which woman doesn’t want to retain beauty?”
Everyone’s gaze instantly turned to Liu He.
Liu He indeed seemed well-maintained, glowing, with delicate skin and hardly any wrinkles.
She quickly pulled out a handkerchief, pressing it to her lips, looking either uncomfortable or guilty.
“President Wen, don’t make fun of me.”
“How is it making fun? Second Madam, don’t keep it a secret; I often see you going to the hospital, must have found a great method for upkeep.” Wen Qing deliberately emphasized the word ‘hospital.’
Gong Shiyan frowned after hearing this: “Xiao He, why are you going to the hospital?”
Wen Qing interrupted: “Of course for upkeep, but this upkeep method…”