Chapter 509: Chapter 509 Mrs. Bai

Listening to the conversation between Gong Chen and Gong Shiyan, Lin Zhiyi thought of Bai Ruoshu.

Bai Ruoshu carries a sense of ambiguity, difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion.

To have raised a daughter like her, it’s evident her family must be quite formidable.

Liu He could never be their match.

Lin Zhiyi asked, “Why would Mrs. Bai come looking for my mom? Couldn’t she just go to Gong Mansion?”

Liu He replied, “In past years, Sang Ran would handle these matters, but now she…”

She paused and then changed the topic: “Now the Gong Mansion only has Old Mr. Gong living there, it’s probably inconvenient for women to visit.”

That’s true.

But Lin Zhiyi still signaled her to be cautious with her eyes.

Liu He nodded.

After breakfast, Lin Zhiyi and Gong Chen needed to take Xingxing back, so they didn’t stay long.

…

Villa.

Liu He had prepared some snacks and fine tea leaves.

Gong Shiyan accompanied her for a walk in the garden.

They had just walked a circle when the sound of a car came from outside the gate.

The maid reported, “Second Young Master, Second Madam, a guest has arrived.”

Liu He said, “Quickly, have them come to the living room.”

“The guest heard Second Madam was strolling here and said she’d take a look, she’ll be here shortly,” the maid explained.

Liu He was taken aback.

She quickly patted Gong Shiyan: “Hurry, get me a nice coat, I’ve been learning flower arranging these past few days, afraid to dirty my clothes, I’m only wearing an old sweater, it’s all pilled, looks awful.”

“Alright, alright, you go to the pavilion and rest for a while.”

Gong Shiyan chuckled softly and turned to get her a coat.

Moments later, a figure gracefully emerged from behind the rockery.

Seeing the figure, Liu He was stunned, as if she were seeing an old friend.

She didn’t snap out of it until the person walked up to her.

“Second Madam.”

Liu He immediately regained her senses and, seeing the visitor’s face clearly, she laughed awkwardly.

“Sorry, please sit, Mrs. Bai.”

“No worries, I thought Second Madam knew me.”

The woman smoothed her dress as she slowly sat down, letting her shawl slip from her shoulders elegantly.

Liu He, having seen many powerful women over the years in the Gong Family, felt the elegance of this person was exemplary.

Even she herself became a bit self-conscious.

After observing the woman, Liu He was more certain this wasn’t an old friend.

Her old friend would never be like this.

She smiled and said, “Mrs. Bai, don’t be a stranger, I mistook you for someone else. By the way, I still don’t know your name.”

“Yang Jingwei, if Second Madam doesn’t mind, you can just call me Jingwei,” the woman smiled gently.

Staring at her smile, Liu He still felt a bit disoriented, but upon examining her face further, she felt a tinge of bitterness.

“Jingwei, you shouldn’t call me Second Madam either. You seem familiar, why don’t you call me Liu He or Xiao He.”

“Alright, Xiao He.” she replied slowly.

Listening to the call, Liu He felt emotional, a slight smile forming.

“Jingwei, have some tea, I just had it brewed. Since I’m pregnant, I won’t be drinking with you.”

“Alright.”

Yang Jingwei picked up her teacup and took a sip, her eyes slightly moving.

“Why haven’t I seen the Second Young Master? The maid just mentioned he’s here, I wanted to say hello, my husband said he used to have meals with him.”

“Ah, him…”

Liu He chuckled without elaborating.

Yang Jingwei took another sip of tea, it was indeed good tea, but the woman across from her was quite ordinary.

Especially with the pilled sweater, it was truly amusing.

It appears the rumors of Second Madam being undervalued were true.

This type of woman poses no threat.

Yang Jingwei set down the teacup when steady footsteps were heard beside her.

A man’s gentle voice sounded slowly.

“Does this coat look nice?”

Liu He looked up: “It’s lovely, but how come I don’t remember having this coat?”

“I was inspecting a mall yesterday and happened to see it, thought it was pretty so I bought it for you.”

The man spoke, draping a camel-colored coat over Liu He’s shoulders.

Liu He introduced, “Jingwei, this is my husband, you probably know him.”

Yang Jingwei paused, then immediately stood up.

“Second Young Master.”

“Hmm.” Gong Shiyan’s gaze lightly swept over, ultimately returning to Liu He, “I have to head to the company, call me if you need anything.”

“Alright, you go ahead.”

Liu He stood in the sunlight, smiling, her face radiating a delicate glow.

Gong Shiyan nodded to Yang Jingwei before turning to leave.

Yang Jingwei lowered her eyes: “Second Young Master, take care.”

Looking up again, the man was already gone.

She clenched her hand, looking at the smiling Liu He.

Liu He caressed the coat: “The fabric’s nice, soft and warm.”

Yang Jingwei gave a slight, teasing smile: “Xiao He, you and your husband have such a good relationship, both of us having gone through marriage, at our age, a man who still remembers to buy clothes for his wife is more thoughtful than gifting jewelry.”

“You’re right, since I’m pregnant, wearing jewelry is inconvenient, clothes are more thoughtful, he even remembers my size.”

Liu He glanced at the coat, her tone tinged with happiness.

Yang Jingwei stared deeply at Liu He’s clothing.

After chatting for a while, she decided to take her leave.

“Xiao He, I won’t disturb your rest any longer, I should be going.”

“Alright, I’ll have someone see you out.”

“Thank you… Ah.”

As Yang Jingwei stood, her shawl brushed the teacup on the table, the tea spilling onto Liu He’s new coat.

“Xiao He, I’m sorry, I’ll compensate you for it.”

Liu He pursed her lips, enduring the pain: “Forget it, it’s fine.”

A guest in one’s home.

Besides, as Gong Shiyan said, the Bai Family is doing big business now, it’s like granting a favor.

After sending off Yang Jingwei, Liu He quickly called the maid to get the coat dry-cleaned, hoping it could be salvaged.

Resting afterward, she sat on the sofa in a daze, her mind filled with Yang Jingwei’s face.

The phone rang for a while before she reacted.

“Zhiyi?”

“Mom, are you okay? How was Mrs. Bai?” Lin Zhiyi asked.

“Since when are you interested in these ladies?” Liu He replied curiously.

“Her daughter is my coworker, so I wanted to ask.”

Being pregnant, Lin Zhiyi didn’t want to scare her.

“The person is very composed, didn’t notice anything odd,” Liu He responded.

“Mom, are you sure there’s nothing?”

“It’s just…”

Liu He described the incident of tea spilling on the coat.

As soon as Lin Zhiyi heard, she knew this Mrs. Bai wasn’t simple.

She warned, “Mom, for the sake of your child, stay away from her. My relationship with her daughter isn’t great either.”

Liu He said without hesitation, “Alright, I’ll listen to you.”

Lin Zhiyi reminded her again before hanging up.

Meanwhile.

Lin Zhiyi set down her phone and continued working with the jade carving master.

After a while, her phone showed two new WeChat messages.

They were sent by Dazhu.

“Zhiyi, Shuangshuang had a miscarriage.”

“The doctor said she was under too much stress.”

Lin Zhiyi paused for a good while and quickly replied.

“Please comfort her for me.”

Then, she put down her phone and continued working.

Dazhu didn’t send any more messages.

Some things couldn’t be helped.

…

Gong Mansion, evening.

The butler approached Old Mr. Gong’s side.

“How are things?”

“We still can’t find that old Chinese medicine doctor’s apprentice, I suspect he might have already fallen into the hands of the Sang Family,” the butler reported nervously.

“Looks like they want to use it against me,” Old Mr. Gong snorted coldly.

The butler reassured, “If Mr. Sang doesn’t speak up, he likely doesn’t want to cause more trouble.”

Old Mr. Gong stood with hands behind his back: “Do you really think Sang Li captured him? It must be Gong Chen who sent him to Sang Li, he’s gone mad over Lin Zhiyi, even handing over his father’s handle to someone else!”

The butler dared not speak, silently standing there.

Old Mr. Gong’s chest heaved for a moment before he dialed Wen Qing’s phone.

After a few rings, the call connected.

“Wen Qing, you finally answered my call.”

“Mr. Gong, actually…”

Wen Qing’s murmuring caused a flash of keen intelligence in Old Mr. Gong’s eyes.

“Wen Qing, come back, I can protect you.”