Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight-Chapter 155: You, Come Here

Li Huan pushed open a door at the far end of the corridor, revealing a small courtyard garden that led to the boss’s office.

The garden’s style was identical to the avant-garde lobby, with every tree and view being quite unique.

Just like Li Huan’s double life, completely unrelated.

Li Huan was in a hurry, so he didn’t even notice Lin Zhiyi behind him.

Lin Zhiyi slipped into the garden and hid behind a landscaped rockery before daring to stealthily peek over. frёewebnoѵēl.com

At that moment, Song Wanqiu was already waiting underneath a tree for quite a while.

As Li Huan approached to take her hand, she slapped it away and dodged.

"What are you doing here? Aren’t you busy feeding your little lover?"

Song Wanqiu turned to leave but was embraced around the waist by Li Huan, who then forcefully kissed her.

"Mmm..."

Song Wanqiu struggled for a moment, but as she pressed against the muscles of his chest, her body softened.

Her hand unconsciously caressed his body.

Li Huan chuckled lightly, "Jealous? Don’t worry, Liu Xinna means nothing to me. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t even bother with her."

"And what are you? Why should I be jealous for you?"

Song Wanqiu’s elegant fingers forcefully poked his chest, appearing proud yet with a hint of coquetry.

Li Huan took her fingers, kissed them gently, and smiled instead of getting angry, "Who else but me could tolerate your haughty air?"

"Gong Chen? He doesn’t even touch you; how could he satisfy you?"

He bent down to kiss her again; this time, Song Wanqiu didn’t even try to block him and even wrapped her arms around his head, vigorously ruffling his hair.

"Mmm... My body is still not well..." she murmured softly.

Li Huan restrained himself with eyes reddening, "Wanqiu, I can’t hold back anymore, we can do it another way."

Immediately, the two kissed even more recklessly as if no one else was present.

They continued into the office kissing and pulling off each other’s clothes.

Lin Zhiyi didn’t dare follow, fearing she might trigger some alarm.

She looked down at her phone; this video was enough.

She quickly left the spot, worried that the longer she stayed, the more things could go wrong, and decided to send the video to Liu Xinna immediately.

But she didn’t plan to reveal her hand so soon, so she only sent a clipped segment.

Although Song Wanqiu’s face was unclear, the eager and intense kissing was plainly visible.

Given Liu Xinna’s temperament, she would undoubtedly seek confirmation, and seeing the two together in person would be more impactful than any video.

For this purpose, she had also purchased a burner number to send the video.

Then, she planned to return to her spot to await the outcome.

But as Lin Zhiyi was leaving along the corridor, she saw Liu Xinna looking around, searching.

She wasn’t sure if Liu Xinna would recognize her now; if she did, it might be twisted by Song Wanqiu as a trap she had set.

In that case, Liu Xinna might not believe her.

While thinking, about seven or eight stylishly dressed girls emerged from the room next to her, and she quickly followed at the end.

Liu Xinna gave a disdainful glance at the leading girl and walked away.

Exiting the corridor, Lin Zhiyi looked back sneakily and saw Liu Xinna standing still with her phone in hand.

It seemed she had received the video.

Just as Lin Zhiyi intended to leave, a heavily made-up woman grabbed her.

"Where are you going? Hurry into the private room! We’ve got VIP guests today; we can’t afford to offend them!"

Before Lin Zhiyi could resist, she was pushed into the private room.

When she steadied herself, she stood in line with the other girls; lifting her gaze, she saw the vague outline of a man in the dim light.

His expression was indiscernible.

His jade-like, fine, and pale hand, clutching a cigarette, rested on his knee, tapping lightly in the misty smoke. Calmly lifting his gaze, he briefly swept over her and then indifferently shifted his view away as if she were a stranger.

Gong Chen.

At this moment, the client sitting opposite Gong Chen raised his glass with a smile.

"Third Young Master, you’re really too courteous. You’ve organized such a grand reception just as I got off the plane."

"Of course. Please, go ahead."

Gong Chen extinguished his cigarette butt and gestured invitingly, his eyes revealing a cold indifference.

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhiyi’s whole body stiffened.

She immediately realized the purpose of these women—to accompany drinks, or perhaps something more.

This made Lin Zhiyi’s complexion even paler; she couldn’t believe that Gong Chen hadn’t recognized her.

He actually pretended not to see her and let someone else choose first.

The client put down his glass, slowly stood up, and surveyed the line of women in front of him, finally resting his gaze on Lin Zhiyi.

Her breathing hitched, she bit her lips hard, her hands unconsciously clenched into fists, yet she dared not reveal the panic within.

If the client dared to come closer, she wouldn’t care about any major deals Gong Chen was discussing, she would go crazy on the spot!

But the man didn’t make his choice immediately; instead, he joked, "Third Young Master’s taste is exceptional; I’m quite dazzled by the choices. You go first, I wouldn’t want to overstep my boundaries."

Though he claimed to have difficulty choosing, his peripheral vision kept close watch on Gong Chen’s every move.

Businessmen like to keep an extra eye open, especially when it comes to the businesses of pleasure.

Gong Chen hummed, leaning lazily on the sofa, his finger idly circling the rim of his glass, carelessly commanding and yet fatally attractive.

He exuded a dangerous coldness.

His dark eyes scanned the crowd, then he raised his hand and pointed to someone: "Her."

Lin Zhiyi looked up as she heard the rustle beside her, following Gong Chen’s hand.

Her heart struggled violently, then felt as if it had sunk into a bottomless abyss.

It wasn’t her; it was the woman next to her.

A woman with a high ponytail, dressed in something akin to a school uniform.

Lin Zhiyi couldn’t afford to ponder Gong Chen’s preferences, only staring dumbstruck until a dull pain in her chest alerted her that she had forgotten to breathe.

Just three seconds ago, she even harbored a sliver of hope.

Perhaps Gong Chen would choose her out of recognition, or perhaps let her leave directly.

He would proceed with his business, and she wouldn’t raise any suspicions at the bar.

But she couldn’t have imagined that he didn’t choose her, and even left her there to be chosen by someone else!

And yet, she wasn’t that surprised.

He had threatened her time and again to apologize to Song Wanqiu; how could he possibly care about her situation?

In that moment, Lin Zhiyi felt the silence around her was terrifying, she could even hear the dry sounds coming from her throat.

When she saw Gong Chen beckoning the woman with a finger, indicating for her to come over, she desperately shifted her gaze away.

Beneath her tightly clenched fists, her fingertips were nearly embedded into her flesh.

She forced herself to calm down and think of how to get out without drawing attention.

Suddenly, the client stood up and interrupted, "Third Young Master, great minds think alike; I didn’t expect us to have the same taste."

Gong Chen swept a glance at the women in front of him without a trace.

The woman walked up to the client as expected, just as she said a word of thanks, she accidentally stumbled and fell into the client’s arms.

But she quickly pulled away, bowing her head and saying, "I’m sorry, boss, I didn’t do it on purpose."

The client stared at her for a few seconds, then wrapped his arm around her, saying awkwardly, "Third Young Master, look at this..."

"If you like her, then let her accompany you for a good drink or two," Gong Chen said without much emotion.

The woman understood and started to pour wine, helping the client sit down.

Lin Zhiyi was just about to secretly breathe a sigh of relief when a low voice rang out in front of her.

"You, come here."

Lin Zhiyi’s spine tensed, she instinctively moved back, but the shadow in front of her grew larger until it enveloped her.

As if swallowed by darkness in an instant, she couldn’t move.

The next second, a hand adorned with a red jadeite ring was placed on her waist, with a force she couldn’t resist, it yanked her over powerfully.