Reborn to outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight
Chapter 209 Red House

Chapter 209: Chapter 209 Red House

The hospital room fell into silence.

Gong Chen, reeking of cigarette smoke, watched the numbers on the screen with icy eyes.

"Which place does the number before 4 represent?"

"1 is home, 2 is my workplace, 3 is out of town," Liu He said immediately, not daring to delay.

Being solely reliant on each other, mother and daughter naturally had to be extra cautious.

In her youth, Liu He had been followed by a man.

Later, her beautiful and lovely daughter Lin Zhiyi was also targeted by a villain.

Thus, the two established this secret code; if there was an issue and they couldn’t make a phone call, they would send a message.

Back then, Lin Zhiyi was young, and their lives had revolved almost entirely between home and work, so there weren’t that many numbers.

Gong Shiyan speculated, "Could Zhiyi have been taken out of town?"

Liu He frowned and said, "Even if it’s out of town, that should be 4. She definitely knows I can understand. She couldn’t have sent the wrong number. What does sending a 5 mean?"

"Overseas."

With that, Gong Chen turned and left the room.

Chen Jin and Li Huan promptly followed him out.

Li Huan, worried that Gong Chen was obsessing over it, said calmly, "What if this string of numbers was just sent to confuse you?"

Gong Chen clenched his phone, his gaze terrifyingly dark, "It must be her."

Seeing this, Chen Jin looked at him helplessly, "Third Young Master, I have checked the records for both leaving the city and leaving the country, and there’s no trace of Miss Lin. But today, the airline showed that the young master and Madam checked in as normal, their destination being Paris. How could they have taken Miss Lin with them? Do you need me to send someone to surveil the Paris residence?"

"There’s no need. She’s not in Paris, but someone knows."

Gong Chen’s eyes were sharp like an eagle’s, and his whole being emitted a coldness that made others instinctively shrink back.

...

At the airport, in a secluded corner of the parking lot.

Li He parked his motorcycle in a deserted spot.

As soon as he dismounted, he tightly gripped Song Wanqiu’s hand, even lifting it to kiss her fingers.

"Wanqiu, from now on, it’s our happy life together."

Song Wanqiu’s face was expressionless, her eyes always carried a sense of discontent.

In her heart, Li He was not even a backup plan, at most a bed partner.

Leaving with him felt like declaring the failure of her life.

Thankfully, Lin Zhiyi was an even bigger loser.

Lin Zhiyi, who had fallen into Gong Yan’s psychotic clutches, would never have good days again.

The two headed toward the departure hall when suddenly a whiff of cigarette smoke drifted by.

Song Wanqiu looked up and saw a dark figure ahead, fear striking her heart, she instinctively hid behind Li He.

Even the usually fearless Li He looked at the other party with wary eyes.

Gong Chen, with a cigarette between his lips, watched the two with an icy gaze, his deep black eyes and his entire presence exuding a dangerous and intense aura.

"Where did they go?"

"Third Young Master, I don’t know what you’re talking about," Li He said, protecting Song Wanqiu.

"You will tell me."

Gong Chen threw the cigarette on the ground and stubbed it out with his foot.

Several men appeared from behind him and slowly surrounded Li He and Song Wanqiu.

Gong Chen glanced at the time and said, "You better be quick, or you’ll miss your flight."

The comment was intended for Li He, who had always wanted to escape far away with Song Wanqiu. The opportunity was right before him, and he did not want to miss it.

But whether they could leave was up to Gong Chen.

Li He hesitated and frowned, but Song Wanqiu, sensing this, immediately tightened her grip on his hand, signaling him not to speak.

She would not allow Lin Zhiyi to be rescued.

Lin Zhiyi should be rotting in the ground just like her current state.

Gong Chen swept his gaze over Song Wanqiu and sneered, "Li He, it seems Song Wanqiu doesn’t really want to leave with you."

"No! Li He, I’ve seen through it all, only you truly care for me, and I am willing to leave with you," Song Wanqiu clung to Li He’s arm, her eyes tearfully fixed on Gong Chen, "Third Young Master, I have lost my home, I have already been punished, do you really need to push me to my death?"

"Of course, you are willing to leave with him, especially since your old sweetheart is waiting for you overseas."

Gong Chen pulled out his phone, and played the recording of Song Wanqiu’s call to her lover abroad.

"My dear, you must pick me up from the plane on Christmas Day. I really can’t stand that idiot Li He anymore!"

Song Wanqiu stood frozen, her lips trembling with fright, "Li He, it’s not... I just..."

Li He hooked the corner of his mouth into a smile and wrapped his arms around her, "It’s fine, I trust you."

Just as Song Wanqiu let out a sigh of relief, Li Huan burst out.

"Li He! Have you gone mad? You’ve been used by her! She doesn’t love you at all. She only got close to you because you’re my brother! You can always know about the Third Young Master’s whereabouts and condition from me!"

"I know," Li He laughed heartily, "I know everything."

Not only was Li Huan stunned, but Song Wanqiu was also shocked.

Li He pointed at Li Huan and scoffed with a laugh: "Since we were kids, you’ve always been the role model in everyone’s eyes, you never make mistakes, and whatever I do is wrong! Our parents praise you, the relatives praise you, even the tutors say I’m smarter than you, but their most proud student to the outside world is still you!"

"Why! I just wanted to stain your white coat, wanted your most cherished friend to wear my green hat, to make him lose the person he cares about. I even thought about making him raise my child, hahaha... I want you to remorse for life!"

Upon hearing this, Li Huan took a deep breath, his voice trembling in his throat, unable to pass through his tightly closed lips.

He stared at Li He, shaking his head and slowly stepped back behind the crowd.

A flash of astonishment crossed Li He’s eyes, "You... you won’t save me!"

Li Huan responded bitterly, "You’re always so fearless because you rely on others. It’s time you learn to face the consequences yourself."

As he spoke, Gong Chen waved his hand.

Li He was a race car driver and had always been in good physical shape. At first, he managed to put up a fight, but it soon became clear he was losing strength.

He grabbed Song Wanqiu, hopped on the motorcycle, and attempted an escape with a swift tailspin.

The next second, Gong Chen raised his hand and aimed at Li He.

Muffled by a silencer, a puff of white smoke arose.

Screech—Bang—

The motorcycle emitted a screeching noise as it slid across the ground.

Gong Chen walked up to Li He and stepped on his arm that had been shot, pressing the gun to his forehead.

"I held back just now to let you say your last words to your brother. Now, will you talk, or won’t you?"

"Ptuh..." Li He coughed out a mouthful of blood, clearly having internal injuries from the fall, "Nothing to say. If you’re capable, just kill me."

Without a second’s hesitation, Gong Chen moved the gun from Li He’s head and fired a shot at Song Wanqiu’s foot.

Song Wanqiu collapsed to the ground, screaming.

"One."

"Two."

A bullet grazed Song Wanqiu’s prized face, tearing flesh and drawing blood immediately.

She was in so much pain that she couldn’t even scream.

"Three..." Gong Chen’s gun was now aimed at Song Wanqiu’s head.

"The private airport!" Li He shouted, "The master had me send it over!"

"Don’t say it! Why would you say that? You idiot! Why would you say that?"

Ignoring the blood covering her from head to toe, Song Wanqiu grimaced with clenched teeth and lunged at Li He.

Li He grasped her hand, "Do you love me?"

Song Wanqiu scoffed dismissively, "Love you? Love what about you, you worthless vagabond... Ah!"

Her words were cut off as Li He held her in an embrace and flipped over, falling from the second-floor balcony.

"Li He!"

Li Huan rushed down the stairs.

Gong Chen, unconcerned, handed his gun to a bodyguard, "Dispose of this."

Chen Jin quickly followed him, "The Gong Family’s private plane has landed in Norway, and a property key was handed out under rental terms by the management company a week ago."

"Third Young Master, I think you should take a look."

He expanded the picture of the house.

Red house.

And today happened to be Christmas Day.

The repeated numbers in Lin Zhiyi’s dreams, 12252050, the red house.

Gong Chen lifted his wrist to look at his watch, his expression stormy.