Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight

Lin Zhiyi left the office without looking back.

After the incident with the Gong Family, she knew she had to be cautious with Song Wanqiu.

When she overheard Song Wanqiu crying on the phone to Gong Chen, claiming she was slandered, Zhiyi realized that Song Wanqiu and Shen Yan had made their move.

Shen Yan knew too much about her.

Including her diary.

After her one-night stand with Gong Chen, an online diary accusing her of drugging and seducing him appeared, which must have been Shen Yan's doing.

So, she had quietly switched diaries.

Thinking this, a figure followed behind her—it was Shen Yan.

All the way, Shen Yan wanted to speak but hesitated while watching Lin Zhiyi.

Zhiyi, on the other hand, seemed utterly calm, showing no sign of just having been backstabbed.

Right before they were about to enter the dorm building, Shen Yan couldn't keep it in any longer.

She grabbed Lin Zhiyi and said weakly, "Zhiyi, I'm sorry, you know my family is poor and I'm timid. I really can't afford to offend someone like Song Wanqiu. They scared me, so I had no choice but to speak out."

Lin Zhiyi didn't rush to break off ties with Shen Yan because she hadn't yet seen Shen Yan and Song Wanqiu turn on each other.

She sighed softly, a picture of sorrow.

"Shen Yan, I really treated you as a friend, but how could you do this to me?"

"It was Song Wanqiu who forced me to say that. Otherwise, she wouldn't let me graduate. My family finally managed to send me to school. If I can't graduate, I'm truly deserving of death. Do you believe me, please?"

Shen Yan held Lin Zhiyi's hand, with tears streaming down her face.

Zhiyi cooperatively wiped her tears, "Shen Yan, of course I believe you, but you still need to be careful in the future."

Shen Yan, still tearful, was stunned for a moment: "Careful of what?"

Zhiyi's eyes glanced at the figure stepping out of a luxury car, advising, "Shen Yan, Third Young Master is Wanqiu's. You really shouldn't harbor any unrealistic thoughts. The way you looked at Third Young Master earlier was almost melting."

"Zhiyi, don't talk nonsense."

Shen Yan's cheeks reddened, having hit a nerve.

This shy appearance was all witnessed by Song Wanqiu.

Zhiyi, pretending not to notice, pulled Shen Yan into the dorm building.

Oblivious to the fact, someone in the luxury car was also watching her.

…

The moment they entered the dorm, Shen Yan's phone rang.

She glanced at the message and immediately put down the phone.

"Zhiyi, I have something to attend to and need to leave first."

"Okay."

Zhiyi watched Shen Yan leave in a hurry and knew that Song Wanqiu must be settling accounts with her.

Walking into the dorm, all her roommates were out.

Zhiyi sat down and gulped down a large glass of water, thinking of Gong Chen's serpentine and sinister gaze.

A sense of fear still lingered deep inside her, taking her breath away momentarily as if an invisible pressure was suffocating her.

She knew she couldn't leave any more leverage against herself.

Zhiyi stood up, took the switched diary, and walked out of the dorm. She happened to see Shen Yan dashing out of the staircase with half her face swollen.

The dog-eat-dog struggle had begun.

She didn't call out to Shen Yan but went alone to an isolated grove.

Opening the diary, it was filled with her love for Gong Chen.

After flipping through a couple pages, she closed her eyes briefly and then threw the diary onto a pile of stones, setting it ablaze.

The flames leapt up instantly. A light breeze turned the pages, one by one, charring and consuming them.

It was as if her secret longing for night after night was dissipating.

Ashes rose amidst the flames, and a tall figure approached with measured steps.

He watched silently as the diary neared complete combustion, his gaze like a cold light piercing through the night.

He approached Lin Zhiyi, his presence oppressive, trapping her in a tight space.

It was Gong Chen.

His slender hand brushed aside her hair, his fingertips grazing her cheek smeared with black ash.

The gesture was flirtatious, yet his eyes carried a hint of mockery.

"Didn't you say you didn't like me? What's up with the diary then?"

"Uncle, you've misunderstood, these are just scraps of paper, they can't prove anything." Lin Zhiyi said blankly, reaching out to push him away.

When Gong Chen heard the phrase "scraps of paper," his dark eyes narrowed, "Is that so?"

The next second, under Lin Zhiyi's astonished gaze, he reached directly into the fire and pulled out a small half-burnt piece of paper.

He glanced at the graceful writing on it and repeated the words in a low tone, "I like you."

Gong Chen held the blackened piece of paper between two fingers, seemingly lazy and disinterested, his expression as cold and indifferent as the tender words did not resonate.

She knew he had always been heartless and ruthless toward her.

But the mocking look in his eyes still made Lin Zhiyi feel stifled and rigid.

It was as if her past love was, in his eyes, as trivial as ants, not worth mentioning.

Lin Zhiyi's shoulders trembled slightly as she tried to suppress the emotions within her heart, speaking calmly, "It's unsigned and unaddressed, it could be anyone but certainly not you, Uncle."

She struggled to raise her hand but was caught by Gong Chen and pulled in front of him.

Gong Chen slowly leaned in, his chilling and dangerous aura enveloping Lin Zhiyi.

"Who is it? Lin Zhiyi, you think you can provoke me and then run away? Nobody can change what I want."

Lin Zhiyi struggled twice, but he kept getting closer.

At that moment, the sound of a young couple talking came from a nearby path.

"Do you smell something burning?"

"Yes, I'm burning with desire!"

"Jerk, who's joking with you? You... ugh... stop it! Don't kiss me indiscriminately."

"One more kiss."

The ambiguous and moist voices came intermittently.

Lin Zhiyi felt a tingle on her scalp and her body trembled uncontrollably.

Gong Chen noticed it and, with a trace of amusement on his handsome face, his hand casually stroked her back.

Lin Zhiyi became frantic for a moment, "Let me go."

Gong Chen's eyes darkened, "Louder, aren't you afraid of being discovered?"

Lin Zhiyi bit her lip.

But the couple still noticed.

"Who's there? I have to see who dares to ruin my date!"

As the sound of footsteps approached, Lin Zhiyi sweated with nervousness, unable to push the man in front of her away.

She lowered her voice, teeth clenched, "Let's go."

Instead of leaving, Gong Chen pressed even closer to her body.

His hard chest deliberately rubbed against her, as if to burn Lin Zhiyi alive.

Finally, his breath lingered at her ear, his gaze unfathomable, punishingly gripping her body, making every movement embarrassingly noticeable under the light of day.

"Who is it? Or should we let others see what you look like now?"

Lin Zhiyi's face turned pale, as painful memories stabbed into her heart like a blade, numbing her from the heartache.

He was always like this, doing whatever it took to get what he wanted, without a care for her feelings.

Watching her agony and suffering, he remained a cold bystander.

"Hmm?" His tone was low, devoid of patience.

Just as the young couple neared, Lin Zhiyi clenched her fists and shook her head.

"There's no one."

Almost at the moment the couple approached, Gong Chen wrapped his arm around her and dodged behind a tree.

One hand braced against the tree, the other clutching Lin Zhiyi's waist, immobilizing her.

He leaned down, eyes level with Lin Zhiyi.

The man's height was truly superior, his daunting presence bearing down.

His gaze was deep and dangerous, the cold sparks were full of a 'keep out' sensation.

From behind the tree, the couple's conversation could be heard.

"Who's behind the tree?"

"What kind of tricks are you playing?"

Lin Zhiyi's heart skipped, instinctively curling up.

But Gong Chen just slowly drew closer to her.