Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight-Chapter 96 - Am I Not Good Enough
Chapter 96: Chapter 96: Am I Not Good Enough?
Chapter 96 -96: Am I Not Good Enough?
Lin Zhiyi had just entered when she noticed that Shen Yan, who had been following her, had disappeared.
She must have been afraid of a confrontation, so Shen Yan simply vanished.
Once everything that was destined to happen had occurred, Shen Yan, as her good friend, could come out and shift the blame, crushing her completely.
But Shen Yan had overlooked one thing: in her absence, Lin Zhiyi could say whatever she wanted.
Lin Zhiyi gave a polite smile towards Xue Man’s husband, “Thank you, but I still feel I need to explain.”
Xue Man’s husband glanced subconsciously to the side and quickly interjected, “You don’t need to explain, I believe you.”
This statement could easily lead others to imagine more.
“No, I’m not explaining to you; it’s to President Xue. What I am wearing is… a knockoff.” Lin Zhiyi’s cheeks went slightly red, embarrassed as she looked at Xue Man, “President Xue, I apologize for the misunderstanding. I’ve always admired you, so I subconsciously imitate your style. As you know, I’m just an intern and don’t have much money, so I had to find a substitute.”
As she spoke, she tugged at the collar of her dress, showing there was no label.
This brand’s wash care label had a patent, and most knockoffs couldn’t replicate it.
And that was exactly what Lin Zhiyi had banked on, having removed the label in the restroom.
“I didn’t dare to wear this dress after I bought it and just kept it in my bag. It was only because my skirt was dirty and I had no other choice that I put it on,” Lin Zhiyi said helplessly.
Her statement instantly eased the tense atmosphere.
If she were really challenging Xue Man, how could she possibly admit to wearing a knockoff?
She was just a little fan who admired Xue Man to the extreme.
Indirectly, it elevated Xue Man’s status.
Xue Man’s expression was clearly more pleasant than before.
“You, if you really like my style, you could have just asked me.” Xue Man’s tone was indulgent, composed, and magnanimous, enough to fill the crowd with goodwill toward her.
Lin Zhiyi apologized, “I won’t do it again. A knockoff is a knockoff; the size is obviously not right, I won’t dare to buy one again.”
While she was speaking, Chen Huan quickly walked out.
“It doesn’t look like a knockoff to me. Didn’t you just remove the wash care label on purpose?”
Lin Zhiyi had been waiting for this. She countered, “Chen Huan, have you ever bought from this brand? How do you know it doesn’t look like one?”
Caught off guard, Chen Huan stammered, “I, I haven’t, but if you say it’s a knockoff, shouldn’t you have evidence?”
“Alright, then let me show you the evidence.”
Lin Zhiyi opened her phone, where there was information about the purchase of a knockoff.
She had Liu He to thank for this.
Before marrying Gong Shiyan, Liu He was a luxury store saleswoman and knew many who sold knockoffs.
These people would get product details from saleswomen like her, then have counterfeits made, offering a little extra for their trouble.
Those selling knockoffs could not only provide a substitute but also fabricate purchasing information.
With just a word from Liu He, the other party had created a perfect purchasing record for her.
After checking, Lin Zhiyi asked innocently, “Is there anything else you want to ask?”
Chen Huan had nothing to say.
Lin Zhiyi then turned to Song Wanqiu, “Miss Song, happy birthday. Let’s not let this trivial matter disrupt everyone’s enjoyment.”
Struggling to maintain her smile, Song Wanqiu called out, “Everyone, don’t mind this, let’s continue.”
Then, she deliberately took Gong Chen’s arm in front of Lin Zhiyi.
“Third Young Master, we’re about to cut the cake, let’s get ready.”
“Mhm.”
His low voice resonated as Lin Zhiyi looked down at her shoes, feeling a domineering, somber gaze upon her that lingered for a long while before dispersing.
Just when she thought she could breathe a sigh of relief, a man approached, holding a glass.
“Miss Lin, may I have the pleasure…”
“Sorry, I’m busy.”
The gentleman left, but soon another man approached.
“Miss Lin, when might you be available…”
“Sorry, I’m not available at the moment.”
“Miss Lin…”
“No.”
Lin Zhiyi was refusing the seventh man when Shen Yan suddenly called.
“Zhiyi, why did you say your dress was a knockoff?”
“Your dress clashed with President Xue’s, what if she thought you were unhappy with her? That’s why I said it was a knockoff—I’m helping you. If you don’t want to, let’s go clear it up with President Xue right now.”
Lin Zhiyi knew Shen Yan wouldn’t dare.
Sure enough, Shen Yan fell silent for a few seconds, then changed her tone, “Zhiyi, my stomach feels a bit uncomfortable; could you please go to the front desk, get some medicine, and bring it to Rest Room No. 6?”
“Okay, wait for me.”
“Mm-hmm, hurry up, I really can’t stand it,” Shen Yan urged.
“Got it.”
After hanging up the phone, Lin Zhiyi turned and walked out of the banquet hall.
…
On the other side.
Taking advantage of Song Wanqiu chatting with friends, President Yu slowly made her way over to Gong Chen.
She raised her glass and hinted, “Everyone’s gone, aren’t you going to chase after her? Aren’t you afraid something might happen?”
Gong Chen took a sip of his drink, “She’s not that stupid.”
President Yu laughed lightly, “Then why did Third Young Master almost crush his glass when he saw her being chatted up just now?”
“No, he didn’t.”
Accustomed to this man’s stubbornness, President Yu changed the subject, “I’ve already spread the word for you about hosting Miss Song’s birthday party. That should quell the recent rumors. If all goes well, the contract should be signed once he arrives.”
“Mm.”
Gong Chen put down his glass, gave President Yu a look, and disappeared from the banquet hall.
Song Wanqiu noticed his departure and immediately approached but was stopped by President Yu.
“President Yu, where’s Third Young Master?”
“Bathroom. Are you going too?” President Yu said with a light smile, “Miss Song, be careful with monitoring a man like that, you might end up losing more than you gain.”
“President Yu, you jest, you don’t have a man, you wouldn’t understand the pleasure Third Young Master and I share,” Song Wanqiu still didn’t forget to make a sarcastic remark.
President Yu chuckled, “Well, we’ll see.”
After saying that, she bypassed Song Wanqiu and left.
…
Lin Zhiyi arrived at the door of Room No. 6. She stared at the number, and while unobserved, swapped the number plates of two opposite doors.
As she was about to leave, a hand wrapped around her waist and pulled her into the next room.
By the time she realized what was happening, she had already been pushed against the door by a man.
Lin Zhiyi could see the person in front of her and anger surged within her as she struggled fiercely.
“Uncle, have you lost your mind? This is your fiancée’s birthday party!”
“Mm.” Gong Chen looked down at her, his eyes swirling with indescribable emotions, “So what? Those men can approach you, and I can’t? Wasn’t it you who started things between us?”
While speaking, Lin Zhiyi could smell the alcohol on his breath. She looked at her wrist, reddened by his grip, unable to struggle any longer.
She managed to say patiently, “Uncle, you’re drunk. And I rejected them all.”
Hearing this, the grip Gong Chen had tightened slightly, his fingertips caressing her arm, his hot palm pressing against her skin, causing her to shiver slightly.
He leaned down, his heated breath on Lin Zhiyi’s face, making her feel uncomfortably hot.
“Then pretend I’m drunk.”
“Uncle… Mm.”
Lin Zhiyi let out an embarrassed sound as his hand suddenly caressed her waist, lightly rubbing through the thin silk.
“Your mouth only seems to say things that irritate me, why not put it to another use?” Gong Chen chuckled lowly, his voice taking on a husky tone.
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“…”
Gong Chen bent his head and kissed her.
The room, which should have been cool without the air conditioning on in late autumn, felt suffocatingly hot and sticky to Lin Zhiyi with every breath she exhaled.
She pushed against the man in front of her with all her might, but he didn’t even frown.
He even used his other hand to fan the flames on her body.
Instead, it was she who was struggling and sweating.
He trapped her and said with interest, “You’re wet.”
Lin Zhiyi bit her lip in humiliation.
“I meant your clothes, take them off.”
Before she could resist, he unzipped her cheongsam, and his hand slipped over her smooth back.
“You…”
“Shh,” he almost whispered against her lips.
Footsteps were heard outside.
But!
His hands did not stop!
