Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight

She threw up on Gong Chen's brand-new suit, and he furrowed his eyebrows immediately.

At last, she was only vomiting acid, her body so weak that she leaned against the car.

Chen Jin quickly stepped forward, extending his hand and saying, "Third Young Master, let me help Miss Lin."

Gong Chen simply took off his jacket. "No need."

Disdainfully, he looked at Lin Zhiyi, yet still picked her up and carried her into the house.

Lin Zhiyi was directly taken by him into the bathroom, and as soon as she sat on the counter, he reached out to remove her clothes stained with vomit.

"No! No!"

Lin Zhiyi resisted, pushing him, but her weakened self was no match for him.

Gong Chen expressionlessly removed her clothes.

The marks from last night were blatantly exposed under the light.

Ashamed, Lin Zhiyi raised her arms to block the person in front of her, only to have her wrist grasped by him.

Gong Chen's palm was frighteningly hot.

Lin Zhiyi looked up and met his deepening gaze.

Gong Chen didn't give her a chance to resist and pressed apart her knees, drawing near her body.

She instinctively trembled, her whole body rejecting Gong Chen.

Gong Chen frowned, picked up a towel from the washbasin, and said half-heartedly, "I'm not interested in a woman who has just thrown up."

Hearing this, Lin Zhiyi was about to breathe a sigh of relief when her body went limp, collapsing directly into Gong Chen's arms.

Gong Chen looked down at her pale face, cold sweat covering her forehead, very weak.

"Still feeling nauseous?"

Lin Zhiyi nodded, lacking even the strength to speak.

Gong Chen said in a heavy voice, "You're really useless."

Lin Zhiyi couldn't respond, feeling dizzy and nauseous, her body also falling.

She didn't expect Gong Chen to treat her kindly.

But she was so tired, in so much discomfort.

Suddenly, Lin Zhiyi's cheek warmed as a warm towel wiped across her face, then her body.

It was warm and so comforting that she couldn't help but rub against it.

The towel paused.

A dangerous voice came from above her head, "I'll let you off today."

Immediately after, Lin Zhiyi felt lighter as Gong Chen carried her to the bed.

When she came back to her senses, Gong Chen had a bowl of porridge made by a servant in his hand.

His long fingers stirred the porridge, his handsome face half-lowered with an obscure expression, his movements seeming tender but dyed with a strong sense of invasion.

Lin Zhiyi knew very well that Gong Chen didn't truly care about her; she just wasn't allowed to die yet.

As she gathered some strength, a spoonful of white porridge was brought to her lips.

She pursed her lips and opened her mouth, but before she could eat, Gong Chen's phone rang.

It was Song Wanqiu.

Once the call connected, Song Wanqiu's crying could be heard.

"Third Young Master, save me. I don't know who has publicly claimed online that I was the woman who drugged you last night; they are saying I'm shameless, playing around... What should I do? I think I'm being followed, I'm so scared."

Listening to Song Wanqiu's words, Gong Chen's icy gaze fell on Lin Zhiyi.

A hint of harshness showed in his slightly furrowed brows, an intimidating presence emanating from his figure.

Yes.

He believed it was her doing.

"Wait for me."

Only with Song Wanqiu did Gong Chen slow down his tone.

But once he hung up the phone, facing Lin Zhiyi again, he reverted to the loftier Third Young Master.

Even the turning of a spinner ring carried mockery towards her.

The next moment, the scalding porridge bowl was forcefully stuffed into her palm, the pain striking straight to her heart.

He pressed down on the back of her hand, a coldness in his eyes.

"You'd better pray she's alright."

Lin Zhiyi watched Gong Chen's figure disappear.

Just like in her previous life, no matter the time or place, he could always rush to Song Wanqiu first.

The door gradually closed, but Lin Zhiyi's hand did not relax, as if only this pain could help her remember something.

Stay away from Gong Chen.

She no longer felt self-pity, picked up the bowl, and finished the porridge in one go.

Then she took a bath and lay down to sleep.

But even though it was very quiet around her and her body was tired, she found it difficult to sleep.

Time passed bit by bit until the early morning, and Gong Chen had not returned.

He must have stayed with Song Wanqiu.

In his past life, Gong Chen had stayed with Song Wanqiu on that day and then they had their child named Sichen.

Lin Zhiyi clenched the quilt, thinking that in this life without her, this family of three should finally be happy.

It was just a pity for her Xingxing...

She touched her lower abdomen and gradually fell asleep.

In her dream, her Xingxing lay on her lap, pestering her to tell stories.

How nice.

...

When she woke again, it was already broad daylight.

The house was empty, Gong Chen indeed had not come back.

Lin Zhiyi sat blankly on the sofa, feeling no sadness, for her heart had become numb in her past life.

Anyway, she would see Gong Chen spend a fortune for Song Wanqiu at the auction.

She would also see their son's sensational birthday party in Jing City.

She might even see him steal all her designs for Song Wanqiu's career.

Just as she was thinking, the ringing of the phone startled her.

Seeing the caller ID, Lin Zhiyi quickly answered the call.

"Mr. Wu."

"Lin Zhiyi, even though you're about to graduate, I still urge you not to give up this great opportunity. With your talent, you still have a good chance to win the jewelry design competition," Mr. Wu advised earnestly.

In her past life, Lin Zhiyi had lost the chance to compete because of her affair with Gong Chen.

And the one who had replaced her was none other than Song Wanqiu.

The work in Song Wanqiu's hands was hers,

provided by Gong Chen, who said she owed it to Song Wanqiu.

This time, Lin Zhiyi was determined to fight for herself.

She immediately said, "Mr. Wu! I will participate!"

Mr. Wu sighed in relief. "I'm glad I was cautious and haven't sent Song Wanqiu's registration form. We all actually hope you will represent the school in the competition."

"You can count on me. I will do my best."

"That's good. Hurry and fill out the registration form and send it to me," Mr. Wu urged.

"Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Zhiyi opened the blank registration form and quickly filled it out.

As she clicked send, her hand trembled uncontrollably.

This time, she would take control of her own fate.

Seeing the words "sent successfully," she couldn't help but clutch her phone to her heart.

Xingxing, in my past life I promised to become a formidable designer, and in this life, I definitely will.

I will live on for myself!

After calming her emotions, Lin Zhiyi got up and cleaned up the guest room, erasing all traces of her stay.

Then she packed her bag and left.

She planned to go back to school to stay for a couple of days, as the school had given graduates ample time to stay and look for jobs.

...

School.

Lin Zhiyi exited the subway station and immediately saw a Maybach 62s surrounded by onlookers at the school entrance.

A car worth over ten million yuan couldn't hide its luxury, even if understated.

It was Gong Chen's car.

The car door opened, and Song Wanqiu emerged in a flowing green dress, her every move displaying near-perfect grace.

In the past, every appearance by Song Wanqiu would have sparked envy.

But now, the onlookers' expressions turned bizarre, and several paparazzi even burst out from nowhere.

"Miss Song, is that person in the photo you? Third Young Master has proposed to you, why would you drug him? Is it because the Gong Family doesn't approve of your marriage, so you resorted to this strategy?"

"Miss Song, you've been engaged for many years, and now you've graduated, is it that you wish to rely on your son for status?"

"Miss Song, or is it that your love with Third Young Master has changed?"

Song Wanqiu retreated daintily, shaking her head in fear.

"Don't treat me like this, I... I..."

"We haven't changed."

Gong Chen got out of the car, embracing Song Wanqiu and supporting her.

Beneath the flashing lights, his deep eyes unusually revealed a soft warmth.

Seeing this, Lin Zhiyi pursed her lips and left, unconcerned.

So be it.

Gong Chen could finally be with the person he loved.

Yet, Lin Zhiyi didn't notice the look Gong Chen gave her, his dark eyes deep and unfathomable, swirling with an intense and dominating possessiveness.