Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight-Chapter 148: You Think You Can Stab Me and Run?

The fruit knife was snatched by Lin Zhiyi from the fruit plate on the living room coffee table.

She had a premonition that Gong Chen would come.

And indeed, he did, only her knife was blocked by him.

He effortlessly pinned the blade, rendering Lin Zhiyi’s attempts to push futile.

Lin Zhiyi’s eyes were red-rimmed, with waves of hatred swirling in their depths, yet her face was ashen, her lips bitterly clenched.

Deep bite marks on her lips bled a stark crimson.

Gong Chen stared at her with unfathomable eyes.

Just as Lin Zhiyi was about to give in, he loosened his grip, and the fruit knife slashed across his palm, spilling blood.

Lin Zhiyi suddenly froze.

But Gong Chen merely said indifferently, "Well?"

"Madman! Madman!"

Lin Zhiyi threw the fruit knife and turned to leave.

But the person behind her caught her neck with one hand, spun her around, and pulled her into a domineering kiss.

Lin Zhiyi’s eyes widened, and she hit him with all her might, but he was unmoved and kissed her even more intensely.

Rain clung to the tips of his hair, ran down his cheeks, and his eyes appeared misty, or perhaps obscured by dense fog, hiding the chaos she couldn’t understand.

As the rain grew heavier and the cold drops pelted them, Lin Zhiyi shivered, and the man before her broke the kiss, gripping her neck half-tight, both frantic and restrained.

"If I weren’t mad, how could I..."

The sound of rain battering the umbrella drowned out everything else; Lin Zhiyi heard nothing but looked up at the umbrella suddenly extended over her head.

Chen Jin held a large umbrella for them, concerned, "Third Young Master, the autumn rain is chilly, and you’ve just recovered from an illness not long ago, Miss Lin is also of a delicate constitution."

Gong Chen frowned at the drenched Lin Zhiyi: "Get in the car."

"Let go! I’m not getting in! Uncle! Don’t forget, this has nothing to do with you!" Lin Zhiyi emphasized the word "uncle."

"I should’ve known better than to expect anything nice out of your mouth."

"Ah!"

Lin Zhiyi was abruptly hoisted over Gong Chen’s shoulder and carried to the car.

As he was leaving, Gong Chen cast a dark glance at Chen Jin.

Chen Jin, startled, involuntarily tightened his grip on the umbrella handle.

What had he done wrong?

Wasn’t he just worried they’d catch a cold?

Once in the car, Chen Jin immediately took out the first-aid kit.

"Third Young Master, your hand..."

"It’s nothing, she doesn’t have much strength." Gong Chen casually grabbed a towel from the cabinet and wiped the blood off his palm.

Looking at the towel quickly turning red, Chen Jin was shocked; was this nothing?

Just as he was about to remind him, he caught Gong Chen’s meaningful gaze and immediately understood Gong Chen’s intent.

He nodded, "Yes."

After handing over the first-aid kit, Chen Jin immediately turned up the heat and considerately closed the partition.

After cleaning the wound, Gong Chen quickly wrapped it with a bandage, temporarily stopping the bleeding.

His gaze then shifted to Lin Zhiyi, curled up in the corner.

Her face was buried in her knees, revealing her delicate white neck, with skin dampened, resembling a peeled lychee, translucent as jade.

Yet, the way her hands trembled drew a deeper look from him.

Gong Chen reached out to pull at her wrist, but she resisted with stiff arms.

Lin Zhiyi clenched her clothes, hiding her wounds, and said through pain, "Let me off at the subway station ahead, I can go back myself."

She thought she spoke with dignity.

But in Gong Chen’s eyes, she looked no different from a drenched, grimacing kitten.

Her hand had gone pale with pain, yet she was still stubbornly resisting.

"Stab me with a knife and think you can run? How many bad deals have I made with you? Hand!"

Gong Chen couldn’t be bothered to argue with her, he directly seized her wrist and pried open her hand.

The crescent-shaped wound was not originally deep, but it became deeper after Lin Zhiyi rubbed it, trying to remove the small debris embedded in it.

It looked somewhat blurry with blood and flesh.

Lin Zhiyi wanted to struggle, but was forcibly pulled over by Gong Chen, whose strong arms wrapped around her from behind, directly imprisoning her in his embrace.

"Stay still. Don’t you want your hand?"

His voice, laden with forbearance and accompanied by the hot breath, sprayed on her ear, leaving no room for her to resist.

Thinking of her hand, Lin Zhiyi stopped struggling.

From the time she had left the Gong Mansion, the wound on her hand had been throbbing painfully, to the point that she hadn’t even heard what Liu He had said to her.

Gong Chen took a bottle of saline solution from the medicine box and said in a low voice, "Bear with it."

Before Lin Zhiyi could react, Gong Chen started to rinse the wound, and the pain made her scalp tingle and her fingers tremble.

It felt as though something was burrowing through her flesh.

Unable to bear it, she tried to pull her hand away, but Gong Chen gripped it even tighter.

The next second, she felt an odd sensation around the wound.

Looking down, she saw Gong Chen rinsing the wound while gently stroking the skin around it to alleviate the pain.

Lin Zhiyi was slightly taken aback.

A moment later, both the bloodstain and the debris on the surface of the wound had been cleaned, but a small fragment was embedded quite deeply.

Just as she was about to say she would handle it herself, Gong Chen, without lifting his head, opened another bottle of saline solution to rinse his own hand again.

Including his own wounded hand.

Blood seeped through the gauze in his palm, which he merely wiped off casually, then he took a sterilized pair of tweezers from the medicine box.

Lin Zhiyi was stunned; how could he not feel anything?

"Close your eyes," said Gong Chen expressionlessly.

"Why?" Lin Zhiyi came back to her senses.

"No longer afraid of the pain?"

"I’m not a child, I’m not scared... ow... that hurts."

Lin Zhiyi’s face turned white from the pain, and she subconsciously tried to pull her hand back again.

Gong Chen looked up, amused, "Not afraid of the pain?"

Lin Zhiyi bit her lip, no longer daring to boast.

Seeing Gong Chen raise the pair of tweezers, she still furrowed her brows.

Suddenly, a large hand pressed her face against his shoulder.

His scent filled her nose, blanking her mind for a few seconds, and she involuntarily peeked at the side of his face.

The warm light from the car roof fell upon him, outlining his deep-set brows and eyes.

Yet even bathed in such a warm glow, Lin Zhiyi still couldn’t penetrate his unfathomable gaze.

What exactly was he trying to do?

It was he who had used her.

It was he who had publicly disassociated himself from her.

It was also he who would not let her leave.

Thinking of all the past events, anguish and suffocation surged toward her like a tide, and she found herself utterly powerless to resist.

With that in thought, Lin Zhiyi seized the opportunity to pull her hand back, and the loosely tied bandage instantly came undone.

"It’s not tied properly," Gong Chen said with rare patience.

"I’ll do it myself, no need to bother you, Uncle," she said, hastily tying a knot and attempting to move away.

But as soon as she spoke, the temperature inside the car dropped suddenly, the damp clothes on her body grew heavy and cold, sending a chill down her spine.

Before she could get up, a pair of hands from behind grabbed her waist, turning her around and pressing her against the car door.

Lin Zhiyi looked up and met the man’s gaze.

His dark pupils were like the calm and mysterious night, and the light shining from depths caused a shiver, staring straight at her as if to see right into her soul.

"Am I wrong? What does it matter to me whom he likes? But you..."