Chapter 2439
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He didn't stop him, nor did he stop him. Perhaps, he was also secretly hoping for a miracle.
However, his rationality told him that he shouldn't be obsessed with a fact that had already been settled.
"Since she's already gone, you should be more open-minded."
"But what if my sister is still alive?"
Gong Jie suddenly asked softly, trying to sound him out.
"Back then, the hospital said that she had already died in a car accident."
"But what if a miracle happens?" Gong Jie stared into his eyes.
Gong Shaoying looked up at him. Looking at his son's stubborn and paranoid expression, his lips suddenly trembled for a while. His facial muscles suddenly trembled slightly. Until now, when he mentioned that child, his eyes would still turn red with emotion. "If she's still alive, if such a miracle really happens … I'm willing to exchange everything for it."
Even if he had to exchange all his wealth for it.
These words weren't just empty words.
Mu Qingcheng was the woman he loved the most. He was crazy about her.
Not being able to see her for the last time became the biggest regret in his life. Therefore, after she died, he would keep any woman who had the slightest resemblance to her by his side, whether it was out of consolation or in search of warmth.
After losing her, all the women he loved from then on looked like her.
Gong Jie heard this and frowned slightly.
— — Even if it was in exchange for hatred?
Gong Jie really wanted to ask this, but it would be too abrupt.
He sighed and suddenly said, "Father, if there's nothing else, I'll take my leave first."
After that, Gong Jie left the study. When he looked back, he saw Gong Shaoying slowly walking to the window and holding on to the windowsill. Through this window, he could see a patch of Chinese roses planted in the back garden.
His back view, however, looked incomparably lonely.
…
In the basement, the sound of whips and men groaning in pain could be heard.
In the detention room, a few men knelt on the ground in a row. Their clothes were tattered and there were obvious traces of being whipped. They were dripping with blood.
Gong Jie sat on a chair with his legs crossed elegantly. After ten lashes, the men looked very disheveled.
These were the bodyguards who had followed him back then.
"Let's stop."
He casually ordered, and his subordinate immediately withdrew his whip.
Gong Jie sized them up and suddenly asked, "How much did you tell my father?"
Dust danced in the quiet air. A beam of light from the skylight shone on their faces. They all appeared to be in a sorry state as they endured the pain.
Gong Jie's voice became even harsher. "In your eyes, do my words have no authority?"
"Second, Second Young Master … Second Young Master, please calm down …"
Gong Jie threw the burnt cigarette on the ground expressionlessly. He leaned forward slightly, stared at them, and said word by word, "What did I say? Don't tell my father a single word about that woman. What did you do?"
"…"
The group remained silent.
Gong Jie smiled coldly. "Very well."
He suddenly stood up and approached them, his tone even colder.
"Do you remember that I warned you that if you leak any information, I will kill you?"
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