Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight-Chapter 41 - Speaking Ill and Getting Overheard
Chapter 41: Chapter 41 Speaking Ill and Getting Overheard
Chapter 41 -41 Speaking Ill and Getting Overheard
Restaurant.
After the waiter brought the dishes, Lin Zhiyi realized that all were her favorite foods.
She looked at Gong Yan across the table, filled with emotion, “Big brother, I didn’t expect you to remember.”
Gong Yan served her a bowl of pork rib soup and replied with a gentle smile, “I remember. I also remember that you’re actually a glutton who just doesn’t dare to eat much at the family dinner table.”
Lin Zhiyi looked at the steaming pork rib soup in front of her, feeling somewhat sentimental.
She couldn’t help but look up at the considerate man before her.
She could no longer ignore his fate.
Left with nothing, forced to go to a distant country, never to return, even though Madam wanted to return to her roots before she died, it was vetoed.
That person was… Gong Chen.
Gong Chen was a ruthless person, utterly merciless.
But in her previous life, Lin Zhiyi was just a woman controlled by Gong Chen, and the information she knew was all fragmented.
She had only overheard him mention this outside the door of his study.
Gong Yan had touched upon his interests, so he couldn’t stay.
That was Gong Yan’s ultimate fate.
Thinking of this, Lin Zhiyi still reminded him, “Big brother, no matter what happens in the future, don’t go against Lao San; prioritize yourself and Madam.”
Gong Yan paused while picking up food, gently asking, “Zhiyi, do you know something?”
Lin Zhiyi quickly shook her head, “How could I know anything? Besides, I don’t understand business matters. I just think… Lao San is a bit fierce, and I’m afraid you might displease him.”
She blurted out the words, deeply afraid that Gong Yan would suspect her.
Gong Yan chuckled, but his smile lasted only for three seconds.
He immediately put down his chopsticks and stood up, courteously saying, “Lao San.”
Lin Zhiyi closed her eyes, cursing inwardly.
Jing City was so big, why did she always run into Gong Chen?
She awkwardly stood up, looking down, and faced the pair of men’s leather shoes in front of her, and called out, “Lao San.”
“En.”
Gong Chen responded with a word and left directly.
Lin Zhiyi felt the oppressive atmosphere dissipate and took a deep breath with relief.
Her fear of Gong Chen was deep-seated, not easily forgotten.
“Zhiyi, sit down, Lao San has left.”
“En.” Lin Zhiyi sat down.
At that moment, her phone chimed a few times.
Upon checking, it was messages of congratulations from her roommates who also said they’d treat her to a meal next time.
But the happy moment was short-lived, as one of the roommates forwarded a video.
“Zhiyi, Song Wanqiu accidentally liked a fan’s comment suggesting you used underhanded tactics at school for good grades. Although she immediately unliked it, many people have screen-shotted it.”
“The key point is that she explained she did it because she was angry.”
“Why didn’t she specify why she was angry? Instead, she makes indirect accusations.”
Lin Zhiyi looked at the video and suddenly lost her appetite.
On her way to the restaurant, there had been many reports online about this jewelry competition.
A lot of them involved her and Song Wanqiu’s face-off.
Aside from Song Wanqiu’s fans, many were rooting for Lin Zhiyi.
The accidental like happened then.
Song Wanqiu was indeed crafty, trying to divert people’s attention.
Lin Zhiyi thought for a moment, then promptly appealed on the platform to take down these false videos.
Unexpectedly, the platform’s customer service replied that there was no violation.
She frowned, contacted a human customer service representative, and after some back-and-forth, the representative was left speechless by her clear and logical arguments.
Finally, they left her with one sentence.
“You’ve offended someone.”
The message was deleted after she read it.
Lin Zhiyi had no proof left, but she already understood.
Who else could wield such influence besides Gong Chen?
He had given her design drafts to Song Wanqiu, manipulated the competition results, and now he was worried about online comments affecting Song Wanqiu.
They had used her innocence as a shield.
In her previous life, after a spring night, he had also used her to silence the murmuring.
She had paved a shortcut for Song Wanqiu with her own efforts.
And now it was the same.
Lin Zhiyi lost her appetite, weakly put down her phone, and turned to look out of the window, feeling breathless.
Opposite her, Gong Yan furrowed his brows, “What’s wrong? You look pale.”
Lin Zhiyi took a sip of water, calmed herself, and replied, “It’s nothing, I’m full.”
This matter didn’t concern Gong Yan, and she did not want to involve him.
Gong Yan looked at her, gently raising his hand to come closer, “You’re all grown up, how can you still get food on your lips?”
“What?”
Before Lin Zhiyi could ask for clarification, Gong Yan’s hand had already reached her cheek, gently wiping the corner of her lips.
Lin Zhiyi was slightly stunned but still instinctively dodged a bit.
“I, I can do it myself.”
“It’s clean now,” Gong Yan said.
“Thank you, big brother.” Lin Zhiyi wiped the corner of her lips, looked down, and saw her own dress, then continued, “Big brother, this dress is quite expensive, right? Can it be returned?”
Gong Yan paused for a moment, “Dress?”
Lin Zhiyi nodded, pointing to the dress she was wearing, “It’s just…”
“Hello, your red bean soup is ready, please enjoy.”
The waiter placed two bowls of red bean soup in front of them, the fragrant and glutinous aroma tantalizing.
Especially in the deep autumn, having a bowl of piping hot red bean soup could make one feel warm all over.
Lin Zhiyi didn’t continue to inquire and picked up a spoon with a smile, “Big brother, try it.”
“Okay.”
Gong Yan took a spoonful, staring at Lin Zhiyi’s smile for a long time without regaining his senses.
After the meal, Gong Yan said he would take Lin Zhiyi back to school, and she didn’t refuse, as it was inconvenient to take public transport in such attire.
Before leaving, Lin Zhiyi still glanced at the innermost seat.
She saw Gong Chen’s fingertips touching the ice cubes in the glass, his jade-like fingers stirring the ice cubes, pondering, a lazy pose with a deadly allure.
The deep upper half of his face was hidden in the shadows of the light, making it difficult to discern his eyes.
He seemed mysterious and somewhat fearsome.
Lin Zhiyi couldn’t tell if it was her illusion, but as he drank, with the motion of his throat, she felt as if she could sense his gaze upon her.
Before she could react, Gong Yan had already draped his coat over her shoulders, even boldly turned around and waved at Gong Chen.
“Uncle, we’re leaving first.”
Lin Zhiyi sweated for him, not daring to look at Gong Chen, and quickly pulled him away.
…
Just as they arrived at the school, Gong Yan’s phone rang.
It was Madam.
“Gong Yan, I’m feeling a bit unwell. Can you come back and check on me?”
Gong Yan slightly furrowed his brows and, under Lin Zhiyi’s prompting, finally spoke slowly, “Alright, Mom.”
After hanging up, Lin Zhiyi immediately got out of the car.
“Big brother, please send my regards to Madam.”
“Mmm, call me if you need anything.”
After instructing her, Gong Yan drove away.
Back at the Gong Family’s residence, Gong Yan hurried to the courtyard.
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As soon as he entered the living room, Chen Sulan was leaning on a soft cushion, drinking tea.
“Mom, not again!”
Gong Yan sat at the other end of the kang table, his arm hanging off the table, looking somewhat displeased.
Chen Sulan put down her tea cup, sighed, and said, “I’m doing this for your own good. The matter between Lao San and Zhiyi is still unclear. Grandfather will be unhappy seeing you and Zhiyi this close.”
Gong Yan retorted, “Zhiyi said it’s nothing, so it’s nothing. This matter is in the past!”
Hearing this, Chen Sulan pursed her lips, her eyes rimmed red, her complexion looking somewhat pale amidst the steamy tea mist.
“Zhiyi said it’s nothing, but what about Lao San? Does he think the same? Gong Yan, listen to Mom, now is not the time.”
Gong Yan did not speak further, only clenched his hand tightly on the table.
