Lin Zhiyi was momentarily terrified but then began to struggle desperately.
The person behind her swiftly twisted her arm, pulling her backward.
At that moment, the car was lifted out of the water.
The luxury car was dragged out like a pile of scrap metal from the abyss.
The curtain of water falling down felt like sharp blades stabbing Lin Zhiyi’s heart.
Once, she had desperately wished to kill Gong Chen.
Now her heart felt suffocated.
The icy wind stung with every breath she took.
Her vision blurred, and she shook her head hard, unable to believe what was happening before her.
Onlookers rushed over, sighing.
"I heard they salvaged a body, confirmed as the driver’s. As for others, there’s nothing but traces of blood; it’s likely the bodies were swept downstream by the current."
Lin Zhiyi was stunned.
Her body suddenly went limp, allowing the person behind her to drag her along.
Tears silently slipped from the corners of her eyes, as if everything before her was shattering in silence.
Until the entire scene completely vanished.
Away from Shi Ji Bridge, the restraints on Lin Zhiyi vanished.
She snapped back to reality, turning alertly to face the other person.
Zhou Zhao nodded, "Yes, it’s me. The young master knew you would act out, so he sent me to follow you."
"But weren’t you supposed to board a plane?"
"Miss Lin, using the same trick twice, do you really think the young master is a fool?" Zhou Zhao sneered.
Sang Li had long known she wouldn’t leave; the silent calm at the airport was to secretly ensure she stayed in Jing City.
"It’s useless," Lin Zhiyi swayed, her face pale, "You shouldn’t have stopped me. This matter is inseparable from Gong Yao!"
Zhou Zhao rebutted, "And then? Gong Yao just accepted an interview, tearfully praising Third Young Master for going missing while trying to save him, indirectly admitting he caused Third Young Master’s death."
Lin Zhiyi looked at Zhou Zhao in disbelief.
"What did you say? He admitted it?"
"Miss Lin, you wouldn’t think he finally found his conscience, right?" Zhou Zhao laughed coldly.
"No." Lin Zhiyi shook her head, "His real purpose is to tell the public that Third Young Master is dead, and Gong Group will change hands."
Zhou Zhao nodded, "A dead man can’t argue; Gong Yao can say whatever he wants. Next..."
"Next he will stay in Gong Group openly to ’atone’. Once he stands out, no one will remember Third Young Master."
Lin Zhiyi stood in the wind, gazing at the setting sun.
After her eyes dimmed for a moment, she removed her hat, gritting her teeth.
"No, I don’t believe he’s dead."
Before Lin Zhiyi could finish her words, pain surged at the back of her neck, and she fainted.
Lin Zhiyi woke up groggy, with two figures moving in the room.
Assuming it was Gong Chen, she immediately rose from the bed.
Her body hadn’t adjusted, causing her to fall backward. Luckily, the two helped her.
She reached out to grab the man’s wrist, and upon seeing his face, she felt a surge of joy.
"Assistant Chen! You’re alive! He..."
Lin Zhiyi quickly glanced around but only saw Zhou Zhao.
"Where is he?" she asked tremulously.
Chen Jin lowered his head guiltily, his face ashen.
"Miss Lin, I’m sorry, I couldn’t save Third Young Master."
From somewhere, Lin Zhiyi found the strength to throw off Chen Jin’s hand, retreating several steps.
Until she bumped into the cabinet, barely managing to stay upright.
She waved bitterly, "Impossible, impossible, that man, while others take one step, he plans three steps, how could he die?"
"Even if everyone else died, he wouldn’t."
Chen Jin and Zhou Zhao stood side by side, saying nothing.
Looking at them, Lin Zhiyi smiled, yet tears were already streaming down her face.
"Speak, say something!"
Chen Jin whispered, "Third Young Master indeed planned to catch them like fish in a barrel, but we don’t know why it went wrong."
"The other side seemed aware of our plan, using the car accident to leave us unprepared."
"Powder was mixed into the car’s air conditioning; neither of us could..."
"I’m sorry, Miss Lin."
Chen Jin apologized again.
Lin Zhiyi’s lips trembled, and she lifted her hand to pound her heart, but couldn’t say a word.
Only tears blurred her vision.
"Miss Lin, Third Young Master set his will beforehand..."
Lin Zhiyi summoned all her strength to speak.
Chen Jin was about to say something but was pulled out by Zhou Zhao.
Chen Jin looked at the closed door, and nodded.
As he turned, Zhou Zhao reached out to grab his arm.
"Let me see your wound."
Chen Jin shook off his hand.
Zhou Zhao persisted, pulling him again, "Don’t forget there are many things to handle next."
Chen Jin didn’t resist further, letting Zhou Zhao lead him to the guest room.
"Why close the door?"
"Is it so Miss Lin sees you undressed when she steps out?"
Zhou Zhao raised a brow at Chen Jin as he held the medicine box.
Chen Jin was speechless, removing his tie and unbuttoning his shirt.
Seeing Chen Jin’s wound on his shoulder, Zhou Zhao lost his playful mood.
"Why didn’t you mention how serious it was?"
Zhou Zhao smacked his back with a slap, clicking his tongue, "You’re really stubborn."
Chen Jin’s body leaned forward from the pain, his brows knitted tightly.
"Do you think I’m not alright, being a grown man? Watch me!" Zhou Zhao rolled up his sleeves.
Chen Jin’s muscles tensed, his voice cold, "No time for jokes."
Zhou Zhao focused on treating the wound.
As he bandaged, he glanced at Chen Jin’s arm.
Both arms were secured with supports, and a dagger gleamed ominously.
Indeed a knife wielder; those muscles and arm strength are unmatched.
For someone like Chen Jin unable to even draw his blade, it seemed Gong Yao was well-prepared.
Zhou Zhao dropped the playful tone; his voice turned hard.
Chen Jin remained silent.
Zhou Zhao had his guess, "Li Huan. No wonder he was so eager to advise Third Young Master to send Miss Lin away. As long as Miss Lin stayed in Jing City, the young master would stay longer, and there’d be no chance for others."
Chen Jin bowed his head, moving his injured arm.
Zhou Zhao sighed, "What should we do next?"
Before Chen Jin could respond, the door was forcefully pushed open.
Lin Zhiyi stood silently at the door, eyes swollen, with a newfound calmness.
"Assistant Chen, you said he left a will?"
"What does it entail?" Lin Zhiyi took a deep breath, speaking.
"Everything, everything he had," Chen Jin repeated emphatically.
Upon hearing this, Lin Zhiyi’s gaze trembled, fists clenched tightly.
He always knew she wasn’t after these things.
Her nose tingled, and she slowly lifted her head, "Assistant Chen, Assistant Zhou, help me enter Gong Group."
Chen Jin and Zhou Zhao exchanged glances, then turned to look at Lin Zhiyi.
A few seconds later, the two spoke in unison.
As soon as the words were spoken, Chen Jin’s phone rang.
He glanced at it, his expression turning grim.
"Gong Family is only keeping half their rescue team on the river for searches."
"And... today’s meeting has been moved to tomorrow."
Lin Zhiyi sneered, truly eager.
But in the entire Gong Family, only one person could make such a decision.