Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight-Chapter 147 Unrelated to Me

Lin Zhiyi felt an inexplicable tightness in her chest.

By the time she noticed Gong Yan’s strange gaze, it was too late.

Gong Yan exchanged a look with Chen Sulan.

As Lin Zhiyi withdrew her scarf, Chen Sulan yanked it hard, making Lin Zhiyi stagger and almost fall.

Although she managed to steady herself, the bite marks on her neck were exposed in front of Old Mr. Gong.

Chen Sulan grabbed her hand and pointed to the marks, "Dad, look! I didn’t lie to you! This is evidence of her messing around with Lao San! These are clearly a man’s bite marks!"

Lin Zhiyi quickly covered her neck and retorted, "No! It’s unrelated to Uncle!"

"You keep saying it’s unrelated, but why did you go to Lao San’s bed in the first place? Don’t tell me it was an accident, we all know the dirty secrets of your heart! You and your mother are the same! Eyeing anyone with money thinking of climbing up the ladder with your body!"

Chen Sulan grew more and more agitated, dragging Liu He into it as well.

Lin Zhiyi saw Gong Shiyan about to step forward and quickly blocked him.

She didn’t want to drag Gong Shiyan and Liu He down with her as they already had a hard time with the Gong Family.

"Madam, what good does it do you if Uncle and I have an issue? Why must you incessantly hound us?"

"And, is Uncle’s name inscribed on these bite marks? I’m an adult, can’t I have my own private life? Don’t forget, I’m not a Gong! You have no control over me!"

Her anger was stoked and she could no longer observe the niceties.

"Lin Zhiyi, watch your conduct!" Old Mr. Gong reprimanded disapprovingly. freeweɓnovel.cøm

Conduct?

She had followed his will to completely leave the Gong Family and even as a guest, she maintained proper manners according to his orders.

Her visit was nothing more than another condescending warning.

Was it amusing?

She gave a bitter smile, "Old Mr. Gong, did I speak wrongly? My surname is Lin, have you forgotten?"

With a slap, Old Mr. Gong stood up, banging the table.

The sound echoed in the dining room, making everyone’s hearts thump in response.

"The ingrate white wolf beyond taming! But don’t forget, you and your mother have been living off the Gong Family for years!"

"Today, if you don’t clarify the marks on your neck, don’t even think about stepping out!"

"If you want to leave, you and your mother can get out together!"

Old Mr. Gong said and pointed at the pale-faced Liu He.

"Dad! I disagree!" Gong Shiyan said, embracing Liu He and speaking hesitantly.

Old Mr. Gong didn’t even glance at him, just snorted coldly, his mind made up.

Lin Zhiyi bit her lip, trying to swallow the lump of humiliation in her throat.

During the pause, her gaze inevitably swept towards Gong Chen.

He showed no reaction, not even glancing at her, just fiddling with his ring, calm and composed.

As if everything happening had nothing to do with him.

She had always known he was a heartless man!

Lin Zhiyi closed her eyes, feeling numb in her limbs, as if floating in the sea, left only with powerlessness and helplessness.

She spoke in a dry voice, "It’s..."

"It was me."

Gong Yan stood up and walked over to Lin Zhiyi, smiling gently at her.

So warm, so tender.

But upon closer inspection, one would see his smile was superficial, always the same temperature and curve.

What he offered was not a life-saving straw, but a poisoned arrow.

An arrow that pierced Lin Zhiyi’s body, leaving her unable to struggle.

Ignoring Lin Zhiyi’s stunned state, Gong Yan pulled her hand firmly, standing in front of Old Mr. Gong and Gong Chen, deeply emotional and serious.

"It’s me who has been with Zhiyi. Grandfather... Uncle."

"..."

Lin Zhiyi’s expression turned blank, sudden panic making her feel disoriented.

Yet Gong Yan gripped her hand tightly, not giving her a chance to resist.

On the surface, he continued earnestly, "Uncle, Grandfather, I was too embarrassed to admit it just now, so if you think this is improper, I am willing to kneel again. But it doesn’t change my feelings for Zhiyi. I hope Uncle and Grandfather can bless us."

Old Mr. Gong wore a grim face, not speaking, but staring straight at Gong Chen, waiting for his stance.

Lin Zhiyi looked down at her bloody palm, yet felt no pain.

Because she was already in enough disarray, enough pain.

But the fatal blow still came.

Gong Chen’s eyes swept over Lin Zhiyi like deep abysses, and on his face that betrayed no emotion, there was only endless chill and iciness.

"It has nothing to do with me."

The scar on her palm repeatedly rubbed against her woolen coat, tiny fabric pills digging deep into her flesh, but Lin Zhiyi had long since become numb.

Gong Yan took the opportunity to wrap his arms around the stiff Lin Zhiyi and said with a smile, "Thank you, Uncle, for making this possible."

If an outsider were to see, they might think his feelings for Lin Zhiyi were very deep.

But only Lin Zhiyi knew that he said this only to defeat someone.

Unfortunately, he was so very wrong.

Gong Chen didn’t care about her at all.

Old Mr. Gong’s gaze lingered on Lin Zhiyi and Gong Yan, yet he wasn’t as angry as when he first learned about the private interactions between Lin Zhiyi and Gong Chen.

He simply reprimanded, "It’s impossible between you two! The Gong Family could never accept a casual person."

Casual?

Lin Zhiyi clenched her fingers, her fingernails digging into her palm, layering pain upon pain, leaving her no strength to argue further.

The dazzling lights fell, piercing through her body as if she was about to shatter the next second.

They had used her for their purposes, taught her the lessons she needed to learn.

It was her time to exit the stage.

Lin Zhiyi looked downward towards the head of the table and said, "I understand, then I’ll take my leave now and not disturb your family dinner."

She turned and left.

Liu He, with eyes red, looked around at everyone and quickly followed.

"Zhiyi!"

Old Mr. Gong didn’t care about the loss of Lin Zhiyi and simply waved them off, "You all go ahead and eat, Gong Chen, come with me for a moment."

...

In the study.

Old Mr. Gong sat down displeasedly and rubbed his temples.

"Gong Chen, what do you think about how to deal with Lin Zhiyi and Gong Yan?"

Gong Chen sat down slowly, and in front of Old Mr. Gong, he lowered his eyes and lit a cigarette.

Through the thin smoke, he said indifferently, "Dad, you don’t need to test me over and over again."

Old Mr. Gong looked at him suspiciously, "What do you mean?"

"Lin Zhiyi."

He slowly removed the ring that signified the heir from his finger and toyed with it in his hand, the rising smoke veiling the expression at the bottom of his eyes.

Old Mr. Gong squinted.

Gong Chen handed the ring to Old Mr. Gong, "Unless one day I no longer want this, then maybe I’ll be willing."

Old Mr. Gong breathed a sigh of relief. Which man would be willing to give up the peak of power and status for a woman?

"Put it back on, it’s your identity. As for Gong Yan, that..."

Before he could finish, there was a document in front of Old Mr. Gong.

The words ’acquisition’ were very prominent.

"I thought you might let him off again like before, but it’s a pity he hasn’t advanced at all!" Old Mr. Gong said with apparent regret, yet his hand was contentedly caressing the acquisition contract.

"People who don’t obey don’t need to be kept around," Gong Chen said coldly.

Old Mr. Gong nodded, "Go and have your meal first."

"I won’t eat, there’s something else."

Within two minutes of Gong Chen leaving, a figure walked in cautiously.

"Grandfather, I beg you, please help me."

...

The deep autumn night was filled with an unshakable sadness.

A drizzle suddenly set in, falling gently on Lin Zhiyi’s face.

Soon, her hair became soaked, her fingertips dripping with blood, but she still didn’t quicken her pace, just aimlessly wandering the streets.

After an unknown length of time, a car stopped beside her, its headlights flashing continuously.

Lin Zhiyi still didn’t stop, until she heard the steady footsteps of a man approaching from behind.

"Get in the car."

As the words were spoken, a flash of cold light flickered.

The fruit knife in Lin Zhiyi’s hand thrust straight towards the man.