Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight

She's back!

She actually came back!

Lin Zhiyi, heedless of everyone's astonished expressions, pinched herself hard.

Pain swept through her body, and tears instantly filled her eyes!

"Stop crying! As if my Gong Family has wronged you!"

A commanding voice came from the head of the room.

Lin Zhiyi snapped back to reality and looked up to meet Old Mr. Gong's displeased gaze.

She immediately lowered her head, seemingly as humble as ever, yet her body couldn't stop trembling with excitement.

Snide whispers and murmurs circulated around her.

"At such a young age, instead of learning good things, she had the guts to drug Lao San and climb into his bed, stirring up a storm in town. Clearly, she wanted to force Lao San to take responsibility for her, and now she doesn't have the courage to admit it. Really, it's hard to say how she was raised."

"She's not one of our own after all; the Gong Family couldn't possibly raise such a shameless person. The internet is abuzz with the journals of her secret crush on Lao San, written so blushingly embarrassing! The Gong Family spent money to send her to university only for her to end up learning the flirtatious ways of a vixen."

"I said it before, don't just bring anyone home. She's clearly a wolf in sheep's clothing who's latched onto Lao San. God knows from whom she's learned this... or perhaps it's inherited."

As they spoke, their eyes slanted towards Lin Zhiyi's mother standing at the end.

Liu He.

Liu He's face was pale as she glanced at Lin Zhiyi and then lowered her head, almost chewing her inner lip raw, yet not daring to utter a word of rebuttal.

Simply because Lin Zhiyi's identity was too special.

She joined the Gong Family when her mother remarried into it, becoming the second brother's wife.

Thus by seniority, she should call Gong Chen "Little Uncle."

But she never did.

Because she had no right to.

In her previous life, Lin Zhiyi apologized in fear and trepidation amidst these accusations, indirectly admitting that she had drugged Gong Chen and climbed into his bed.

Afterward, when she became pregnant, Gong Chen had no choice but to marry her. Not only did Gong Chen hate her, the whole city despised her.

They saw her as a woman who would stop at nothing to marry into a wealthy family.

This life, she would rewrite her own tragedy!

Lin Zhiyi looked around at the Gong Family members sitting upright, with less fear than in her previous life.

Just as she was about to speak...

The measured footsteps of a man could be heard from behind her, and everyone but the old master respectfully straightened up.

A tall figure walked past Lin Zhiyi.

The butler took his coat from his arm, nodding and saying, "Third Young Master."

"Mm."

Gong Chen responded indifferently, nodding towards Old Mr. Gong at the head of the table before slowly taking a seat.

From beginning to end, he never looked at Lin Zhiyi.

As if to him, she was not worth a mention.

But Lin Zhiyi stared at him intensely.

Until he sensed her gaze and looked down at her.

In that instant, Lin Zhiyi, with memories of her previous life, instinctively trembled with fear, and a metallic taste rose in her mouth as her hands clasped as if holding Xingxing's hand.

She could never forget this face.

The deep contours, the unfathomable dark eyes, and the red jadeite ring on the left thumb, gleaming with a hint of blood color.

Just like him, seemingly cold but dangerously bloodthirsty.

Gong Chen caught Lin Zhiyi's gaze, and his hand rotating the ring paused uncontrollably.

Until a pair of delicate hands crawled up onto his shoulder and he returned to his indifferent state.

It was Song Wanqiu.

She had been crying, her eyes red, her delicate face full of grievance.

At last, everyone had arrived!

Old Mr. Gong saw that Gong Chen had also arrived, picked up the teacup in front of him to flick away some tea leaves, and casually cast a glance at Lin Zhiyi.

His gaze contained a chill that intimidated others.

"Enough with the noise now. Don't you think we've lost enough face?"

"Lin Zhiyi, you and your mother have been with the Gong Family for many years, and we have treated you well. You should admit your wrongdoing."

That was it!

It was as if he was threatening them with her and her mother.

The old master had never liked Liu He.

With such intimidation, the already timid and fearful Liu He became even more restless.

She quickly stepped forward, grabbing Lin Zhiyi's arm, and sobbed, "Zhiyi, quickly apologize to Grandpa. Once you apologize, it'll be fine. Don't escalate things anymore!"

Apologize?

Ha.

Liu He didn't know that the old master had no intention of letting them off the hook, just waiting for her to bow her head in admission to become the Gong Family's shield against the netizens' abuse.

Lin Zhiyi no longer bowed her head; she stood up straight, swept her gaze over everyone, and finally looked at Gong Chen.

Their eyes met, his gaze was cold, still unmoved.

It was as though he had already anticipated her end.

But this time, he would probably be disappointed.

Under Gong Chen's slightly shifting gaze, Lin Zhiyi, supporting her numb knees, stood up and chuckled.

"Why should I apologize?"

"What did you say?" Old Mr. Gong's face turned a steely blue with rage, spilling much of his tea.

Lin Zhiyi enunciated every word, "Firstly, I am not the one who drugged the drink, so why should I apologize? Secondly, the person in the photo is so blurry, how can you just take the paparazzi's word for it that it's me? Did you see me climb into bed with your own eyes? Or did the Little Uncle see it was me after he sobered up? If he was sober, how could he possibly make a move on me? If he wasn't, who's to say it was me who was there? Right?"

As long as she didn't admit it!

Unless Gong Chen was willing to admit it, the woman in the photo could be anyone.

But Gong Chen, loving Song Wanqiu as much as he did, how could he confess?

He would hope that the woman from last night wasn't her!

However.

Gong Chen's eyes darkened slightly, and his hand with the ring clenched tighter. Yet instead of responding to Lin Zhiyi's words, he asked her a question.

"What did you call me?"

"Little Uncle."

Lin Zhiyi looked coldly at him, pushing down all her emotions.

In this life, all the mistakes would end with last night.

"Good."

Gong Chen spoke lightly, his expression unreadable and elegant, his arm resting casually on the chair's armrest. The hand hanging slightly down was long and full of a sense of power.

He effortlessly projected the posture of someone superior.

As if he intended to see right through Lin Zhiyi.

Lin Zhiyi pursed her lips; even living a second life, Gong Chen's aura of oppressiveness still instilled a deep fear in her core.

She had no choice but to turn her face away.

Old Mr. Gong forcefully set down his teacup, his beard trembling, and demanded, "Then tell us, who was it?"

Lin Zhiyi loosened her clenched fists and pointed to one spot.

"Her."

Song Wanqiu.

Song Wanqiu's tears that had been on the brink of falling came to a stop at her eyes, her startlement evident.

Lin Zhiyi tugged the corner of her mouth.

In this life, she would let their enviable love story play out.

She also wanted to see, if one day Gong Chen found out the true face of the person he deeply loved, what his thoughts would be.