Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight-Chapter 150: Did Zhiyi say something about me?

Lin Zhiyi turned around, only to be cornered by a shadow that fell upon her.

Gong Chen toyed with the towel in his hand, his slightly messy hair lending his face a touch of wicked allure.

She attempted to dodge, but her body was instantly confined against a strong chest.

Her yet to be articulated explanation was drowned in a kiss that teased and stopped short of deepening.

A light touch, as though she were something incredibly fragile.

Such gentleness unsettled Lin Zhiyi, making her even more panicked than before, and she even forgot to raise her hands to fend off the man’s approach.

He whispered against her lips, very lightly repeating, "Boyfriend?"

"I lied..."

"Shut up."

He seemed to know what she was about to say and cut her off mid-sentence.

The kiss deepened slowly and deliberately, yet it made the world spin.

Lin Zhiyi’s mind went blank, as though time had stopped, but her heart was in turmoil.

Suddenly, she pushed Gong Chen away and sneezed.

Achoo!

Gong Chen stared at her with narrowed eyes. The tall man’s expression tensed, and he turned and walked into the house.

After changing her shoes, Lin Zhiyi wrapped herself tightly in her coat and followed him inside.

Gong Chen emerged from the bathroom and firmly commanded, "Go take a shower."

Lin Zhiyi’s nose was already dripping with mucus. Without any refusal, she headed straight for the bathroom.

Inside the bathroom, it was warm, and water was filling the bathtub.

She stared blankly at the gushing water for a moment.

Why was Gong Chen doing this?

"Achoo."

She sneezed again and shivered, quickly shedding her coat to approach the tub.

Catching sight of herself in the mirror, she was reminded of the awkward moment before and quickly submerged herself in the warm water, leaving only her injured hand resting on the edge of the tub.

Trying to cover the flush on her body.

After soaking for a while, the chill on Lin Zhiyi’s body dissipated.

Thinking that Gong Chen was waiting outside, she felt it necessary to clarify the situation at the Gong Family earlier.

She really did not want to be dragged into the overt and covert struggle between Gong Chen and Gong Yan.

After dressing, she walked out of the bathroom to find Gong Chen also changing into clean clothes brought by Chen Jin.

At that moment, he was facing away from her, buttoning his shirt.

Just as Lin Zhiyi was about to speak, his phone rang by his side.

He glanced at it without noticing her and walked over to the window to take the call.

"Wanqiu."

"What else do you need?"

"I’ll send it over shortly."

Watching how Gong Chen was ever at the ready to respond to Song Wanqiu, Lin Zhiyi retraced her steps.

The rosiness on her face faded completely, and she didn’t even know how to begin speaking when Gong Chen turned around.

So, she retreated to the bathroom again.

Inside, the mist concealed her slender figure quite well.

The noises from outside came intermittently, finally leaving only the sound of a door closing.

Lin Zhiyi bit her lip, her eyes reflecting a mix of confusion and coldness.

...

At the Song Family residence.

Hearing the sound of a car parking, Song Wanqiu eagerly ran out to greet the arrival.

"Third Young Master, you’re here. Please come in, I’ve made tea for you in advance."

As she spoke, her hand reached out toward him.

Gong Chen, however, pulled out a document and placed it between them.

"No, thanks. This is the mining area information Liu Xinna requested. Tell Liu Xinna to give a prompt response. I don’t like dragging things out."

Liu Xinna’s father had risen quickly in rank with the help of his family in the past two years, attracting envy.

As a businessman, it was best for Gong Chen to avoid direct contact with the Liu Family.

This highlighted the importance of Song Wanqiu.

Song Wanqiu’s smile stiffened, but she obediently took the documents, inwardly reluctant as she asked again, "Third Young Master, did you just come to deliver the documents?"

"What else?"

Gong Chen gave her a look, his eyes inscrutable.

Song Wanqiu felt a suffocating tightness in her chest, her face devoid of any color, only by clutching the documents was she able to calm herself down.

"True, you’re so busy. I was just being considerate of you, inviting you in for a cup of tea. We haven’t sat down to chat in such a long time."

She lifted her watery eyes, filled with concern and anticipation.

Gong Chen didn’t speak because he didn’t want to answer the same question twice.

He turned and walked away.

Watching Gong Chen’s retreating figure, Song Wanqiu clenched her sweaty hands and, unable to contain her impatience, chased after him, grabbing his arm.

"Third Young Master, has Zhiyi said something about me?"

Gong Chen’s eyes were cold as he countered, "What should she have said to me?"

Song Wanqiu was looked at by him but couldn’t feel any emotion in his eyes—not a thing, as if he was looking at someone insignificant.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t discern anything about his expression.

Realizing she had said too much, she immediately put on a smile.

"It’s nothing, I’m just worried that she might be holding a grudge over some misunderstanding that happened in the studio before. You know how petty young girls can be, right?"

"Is that so?"

Gong Chen didn’t elaborate, but those two words already seemed to take Lin Zhiyi’s side in Song Wanqiu’s mind.

Yet she dared not show it, pinching her hands together, and smiling gently.

"I’m overthinking it. I’ll talk it over with her next time."

"Mhm."

Gong Chen left without looking back, getting into his car and driving off.

Song Wanqiu watched the departing car with a face full of silent resentment.

Not far away, the Song Family driver was recording the scene with his mobile phone.

He sent the photos and the video to an unknown number and promptly received a sum of money.

...

Early in the morning, the Chen Group’s conference room was deathly silent.

Chen Hongwei, who had been smugly sitting in the primary seat just two days ago, now sat with a darkened face at a lower position.

Gong Yan was also wearing a grim expression.

No matter how much he pleaded yesterday, Old Mr. Gong was unwilling to help the Chen Group.

The Chen Group could now only wait to be acquired, to have someone else take the primary seat, and to follow the orders of others in the future.

The thought of the duck that was almost in his mouth flying away turned Gong Yan’s face frighteningly somber.

At that moment, the conference room door was pushed open.

A familiar figure strode in, making Gong Yan’s already unpleasant face look even worse.

"Uncle!"

"Gong Chen! Why is it you!" Chen Hongwei shouted angrily.

"Who else would be willing to pick up the Chen Group’s mess besides me?" Gong Chen stood in front of the primary seat, slowly taking a seat, and gave Gong Yan a passing glance, "Since it’s a company, like any other, call me Third Young Master."

His demeanor was restrained, but the intimidating aura he exuded made it seem like everything around him was dominated by the man before them.

Besides Chen Hongwei and Gong Yan, the others knew how to read the room.

After all, the Chen Group had to turn the page today.

"Third Young Master!" Everyone shouted in unison.

Gong Chen nodded slightly and indifferently turned to Chen Hongwei and Gong Yan.

Chen Hongwei had been secretly challenging Gong Chen for a long time.

Gong Chen had always turned a blind eye, considering the marriage alliance between their families.

This led Chen Hongwei to always think that Gong Chen had to give him some respect.

Now, with the change of power in the Chen Group, Chen Hongwei was thoroughly crushed under Gong Chen’s feet, and his pride made him leave the files on the table, turning to leave immediately.

Gong Chen was expressionless, glancing at Chen Jin beside him.

"Let HR know, Mr. Chen needs to go to the grassroots to learn some rules."

"Yes."

After speaking, Gong Chen turned his gaze to Gong Yan.

His slender fingers lightly tapped his forehead, once, twice... waiting for Gong Yan to speak.

Gong Yan clenched his fist and slightly lowered his head, "Third Young Master."

"Let’s start the meeting."

Gong Chen didn’t respond, as if to demonstrate in front of everyone that he didn’t consider Gong Yan worth acknowledging.

Gong Yan sat down humiliated, the pen in his hand carving deep marks on the paper.

Until a recently updated trending search popped up on his phone screen.

He sneered inwardly; nothing was over yet...