Chapter 122: Chapter 122: Don’t Push Your Luck Chapter 122: Chapter 122: Don’t Push Your Luck Inside the car.
Song Wanqiu had already seen Lin Zhiyi, and she deliberately kissed Gong Chen in front of Lin Zhiyi.
She wanted to make it clear to Lin Zhiyi that sleeping together meant nothing; she was the woman Gong Chen ultimately chose.
But before her kiss could land on Gong Chen’s cheek, he blocked it.
He glanced lightly at Song Wanqiu’s necklace, “Nice necklace. It seems the Song Group’s finances are recovering well.”
All of a sudden, Song Wanqiu’s face turned pale, and she subconsciously covered her necklace, “It’s just, just a casual purchase.”
Gong Chen gave her a sidelong glance, “Why are you nervous?”
Song Wanqiu took a deep breath and forced herself to relax, “Nothing. By the way, yesterday the elder told me about the mine. This year Xinna’s father got promoted and is in charge of this area. I’ve already contacted her; she will go back and ask about the situation. As soon as I learn anything, I’ll inform you immediately.”
Gong Chen responded lightly.
Silence fell again in the car.
Seeing Gong Chen not speaking, Song Wanqiu’s smile grew thicker, “Third Young Master, my mom has prepared dinner, why not come to my house for a homemade meal?”
Gong Chen did not speak but simply twirled the thumb ring on his finger, the jade like surface contrasting sharply with the red jade, cold yet bloodthirsty.
“Wanqiu, I’ve warned you not to overstep. What you wanted to gain, you’ve gained already.”
“Get out of the car.”
Song Wanqiu stiffly spoke, “My car broke down.”
Gong Chen regarded her coldly.
Song Wanqiu took a breath and obediently got out of the car.
As the car started, Chen Jin glanced back through the rear-view mirror, worriedly saying, “Third Young Master, Miss Song is still out there, what if someone takes pictures…”
“In ten seconds, she’ll leave.”
Gong Chen spoke indifferently and turned on his phone to make sure Song Wanqiu deleted the status update about the necklace before he turned off his phone.
Ten seconds later, the supposedly broken Song family car stopped, and Song Wanqiu quickly got in.
Chen Jin exclaimed in surprise, “Third Young Master, Miss Song…”
Gong Chen lit a cigarette, “The first thing she talks about in our most intimate moments is money, so she can never be serious about love.”
“And… Miss Lin?” Chen Jin cautiously asked.
“She doesn’t talk,” Gong Chen frowned.
Chen Jin stifled a laugh, ah, so she doesn’t want to talk about anything with him.
Reading Gong Chen’s look, he cleared his throat and returned to his usual seriousness.
Gong Chen looked out the car window, “Turn around.”
Chen Jin immediately understood his meaning and signaled the driver to turn around.
Gong Chen’s car just brushed past Song Wanqiu’s as it turned around.
At that moment, Song Wanqiu couldn’t bear the pain in her abdomen and could only watch helplessly as Gong Chen headed toward the studio.
Her rear teeth grated angrily, and then she began furiously pounding the seat.
“Ah! Lin Zhiyi! Lin Zhiyi! It’s always you!”
“Damn wench! What right do you have to compete with me!”
“Wait and see! I’ll definitely destroy you!”
Song Wanqiu was no longer the image of grace, cursing Lin Zhiyi viciously.
But in the next second, the unbearable pain struck again.
Song Wanqiu weakly lifted her hand, covered in blood.
Trembling, she said, “Go back quickly.”