Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight

Lin Zhiyi had just walked outside the dormitory building when someone tapped her shoulder from behind.

Turning around, her classmate pointed breathlessly towards the direction of the academic building.

"Lin Zhiyi, Mr. Wu wants you to hurry to the director's office."

"Okay."

Lin Zhiyi turned and walked towards the academic building.

Along the way, many people stared and whispered about her, their eyes filled with malice.

It seemed to be another setup.

...

In the office.

As soon as Lin Zhiyi entered, she noticed that there were others besides Mr. Wu.

Gong Chen and Song Wanqiu.

Locking eyes with Gong Chen, his gaze was like that of a black mamba, seemingly ready to poison Lin Zhiyi in the next second.

She couldn't help but hold her breath for a moment, clenching her fists to stead her steps.

But Gong Chen's eyes never left her.

Then, a slender figure elegantly approached.

It was her... the vengeful ghost friend from her past life, Shen Yan.

Shen Yan had helped Lin Zhiyi when she fainted from low blood sugar during a part-time job, so she always trusted Shen Yan.

Almost blindly so.

But who could have thought that the impoverished Shen Yan and the wealthy Miss Song Wanqiu had actually been colluding in secret for a long time.

Shen Yan had always played a wolf in sheep's clothing around Lin Zhiyi.

Seeing Lin Zhiyi arrive, Shen Yan, as usual, pulled her hand with concern.

Before Lin Zhiyi could speak, Shen Yan preempted her, "Zhiyi, quickly apologize to Miss Song. I believe you didn't defame Miss Song online just for the competition slot."

So, it was about this.

Lin Zhiyi stared at her coldly, perhaps too directly, as her usually timid eyes flickered with guilt.

"Zhiyi, what's wrong? I'm also doing this for your own good. Apologize now and clarify things, return the competition slot to Miss Song, and the Third Young Master and the director will surely not pursue it."

If this had been her past life, Lin Zhiyi would have actually believed that Shen Yan was considering her best interests, afraid that she would offend the powerful.

Actually, it was just trying to get her to admit to slandering Song Wanqiu online about climbing into bed and forcing a marriage.

Lin Zhiyi subtly withdrew her hand and countered, "If you believe me, why do you want me to apologize? How is this apology any different from admitting guilt?"

Shen Yan choked, unable to speak for a long time, even staring at Lin Zhiyi with disbelief.

Hearing this, the director, who had been nodding and bowing at Gong Chen, turned around with a face full of anger.

"Lin Zhiyi! This is a school! Song Wanqiu is the candidate chosen by the school, and I've mentioned this before. I didn't expect you to harbor jealousy, first hyping yourself with the Third Young Master online, and then spreading rumors about Song Wanqiu. A student with such problematic thoughts and morals, we definitely won't agree for you to represent the school in the competition!"

Mr. Wu, who had always been supportive of Lin Zhiyi, couldn't stand to listen anymore.

"Director, Lin Zhiyi isn't that kind of person, she..."

Before he could finish, sobbing came from the sofa.

Song Wanqiu was nestled on Gong Chen's shoulder, her eyes brimming with tears, looking pitiful.

She inhaled and said, "Director, Mr. Wu, don't argue for me anymore. Give the slot to Zhiyi. My reputation is already ruined, and going out would only disgrace the school."

After speaking, she looked up at Gong Chen, her eyes seemingly filled with unspoken words, but ultimately, her eyes filled with grievance and she silently swallowed them.

"Third Young Master, I'm sorry, I've embarrassed you."

Even Mr. Wu, who had intended to help Lin Zhiyi, began to feel pity.

That was Song Wanqiu's skill, she always knew how to make others feel sorry for her.

Sure enough.

Gong Chen wrapped his arm around Song Wanqiu's shoulder, his long, jade-like hand gently caressing her clothing, affectionate and doting.

The exposed red jadeite ring revealed his unsurpassed authority.

He looked at Lin Zhiyi, his eyes deep and dangerous like the cold stars in the night sky, chilling and inscrutable.

He raised his hand and beckoned, his voice cold.

"Lin Zhiyi, come here, or you'll regret it."

Memories of Gong Chen not caring about her life and protecting Song Wanqiu in her past life flooded back like a tide.

His tactics were never just physical, they were more frightening mentally.

Little by little, they destroyed her hopes, tore her life apart, all for Song Wanqiu's faint, chrysanthemum-like smile.

This time, she would not compromise!

Lin Zhiyi clenched her teeth and met Gong Chen's gaze.

"Third Young Master, where is the evidence?"

Gong Chen said nothing, but his lips bore a faintly mocking smirk.

Lin Zhiyi did not understand his expression.

Not until Shen Yan stepped forward.

"Zhiyi, I'm sorry, I can't watch you go on like this, you can't just ruin Third Young Master and Song Wanqiu's relationship for your own selfishness."

She then tearfully looked towards Gong Chen.

"Third Young Master, I've tried advising her, but I can't dissuade Zhiyi. It indeed was she who spread rumors about Song Wanqiu online. You can check her social media accounts on her phone, it's the one used to leak the information to the paparazzi."

"In fact, it's not just for the competition slot, she... she's also jealous of you and Song Wanqiu being together, she's been secretly in love with you for a long time, she even carries her secret love diary with her."

"You can check her bag if you don't believe it."

After speaking, the first tear slid from the corner of Shen Yan's eye across her lips, tinting her delicate face with a hint of shyness, her pitiful eyes fixed on Gong Chen.

If it wasn't for Song Wanqiu's glance, her eyes might have stuck on Gong Chen.

Before Lin Zhiyi could refute, the supervisor snatched her bag and forcefully dumped its contents out.

A pink diary appeared regally before everyone.

Song Wanqiu feigned shock, "Zhiyi, do you have anything else to say?"

Lin Zhiyi picked up the diary emotionlessly and threw it in front of Song Wanqiu.

"Look closely!"

Song Wanqiu eagerly opened the diary, found no secret love entries, only professional notes.

She frowned slightly, instinctively looking towards Shen Yan.

Shen Yan grabbed the notebook, flipping through it back and forth three times, her gaze stunned for a few seconds.

"How is this possible, I distinctly saw..."

"Shen Yan, have you lost your mind? The one secretly in love with Third Young Master isn't me, how could I possibly like Third Young Master?"

Lin Zhiyi chuckled lightly, her gaze shifting between Shen Yan and Gong Chen.

Seeing this, Song Wanqiu's gaze darted menacingly at Shen Yan.

Dog eats dog, a sight to see.

But just as she laid the trap, Gong Chen's gaze turned icy, staring at her from across the room.

It might have been her imagination, but she seemed to see Gong Chen had been watching the diary on the ground the whole time.

Watching what?

Did she love what he had written down?

He did not deserve it.

Shen Yan was chastised with a glance from the supervisor and hurriedly tried to rectify, "I don't know when Zhiyi switched the diary, but accounts can't be switched."

At that, Song Wanqiu personally picked up the phone from the ground to check.

Shen Yan willingly provided Lin Zhiyi's unlock code.

Before clicking in, Song Wanqiu did not forget to flaunt her magnanimous persona.

"You know, Zhiyi, I really didn't want to see this situation, just admit your mistake and we can forget this ever happened."

"Scared to look?"

"Then don't blame me."

Song Wanqiu in front of Gong Chen unlocked Lin Zhiyi's phone, logged into the social media app, but then froze.

Lin Zhiyi crouched down and started gathering her bag, explaining, "Unfortunately, my account was hacked yesterday. Luckily, I contacted customer service immediately to appeal, and the feedback form clearly states the time and location of the hack at our school, but I wasn't at school at that time."

She glanced at Shen Yan nonchalantly.

Shen Yan immediately lowered her head feigning inferiority, her usual tactic.

Lin Zhiyi did not expose her, instead returned her gaze defiantly to Gong Chen.

"Third Young Master, any more questions? If not, I have to prepare for the competition and will be leaving now."

She looked at Gong Chen, emphasizing the word 'questions,' though her face showed no emotional fluctuation.

Yet Gong Chen's eyes darkened further, a look she had never seen before.