Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight-Chapter 64 - Havent been burned enough

Chapter 64: Chapter 64 Haven’t been burned enough?

Chapter 64 -64 Haven’t been burned enough?

Wanqiu’s private malice, Zhiyi had experienced it in her past life.

She switched between two faces with ease, and her act was watertight.

In her past life, Zhiyi would try to explain things every which way, but now she realized that there was no need to go through so much trouble to deal with Wanqiu.

Going mad would suffice.

Zhiyi put down her phone and grabbed the scalding coffee pot, turning around abruptly.

“Is your mouth so foul because it hasn’t been scalded enough?”

“Miss Song, would you like to taste what it’s like to be tormented by a madman here?”

“I’ve lost a job, but you’re losing your own face, as well as that of the Song Family and Third Young Master—can you afford that?”

Sure enough, as soon as she saw the coffee pot, Wanqiu’s facial muscles twitched instinctively, her foundation almost shaking off.

She immediately stepped back two paces, her eyes showing ruthless intent, “Lin Zhiyi, don’t get too smug, do you think you’ve won?”

“In the end, Third Young Master is still thinking of me, and he destroyed all the evidence in your hands, didn’t he?”

“He loves me, that’s why he did it. For you… it was just for fun because it was handed to him on a silver platter.”

Upon hearing this, Zhiyi clenched her teeth and swallowed back the bitterness and hatred rising in her throat.

Yes.

Wanqiu was right on the money.

But Zhiyi couldn’t care less whether Gong Chen loved her or not!

Zhiyi cracked a slow smile, her fingers on the handle of the pot moving slightly, “Revealing your hand so soon, that’s not like you. Could it be that you’re scared of me? Don’t worry, I’m more eager than anyone for you to become my auntie, how much fun would that be?”

“You!” Wanqiu’s face, stripped of all pretense, glared venomously at her, “Lin Zhiyi, you better not mess around, or I will make sure Third Young Master ruins you.”

Zhiyi advanced towards her, step by step, with the coffee pot in hand, then lifted it amidst their standoff.

Wanqiu was tough, she didn’t move, betting that Zhiyi wouldn’t dare make a move.

But her eyes still betrayed her fear.

Who could be crazier than a madman with proof?

For Zhiyi, that was enough.

In the instant the coffee was seemingly about to pour, Wanqiu’s breath halted, and Zhiyi, smiling, shifted the direction of the pot, pouring a cup of coffee into her glass instead.

“Wanqiu, I’ll return the favor with these words for you, you wouldn’t want to be thrown out of the front door of the Gong Family’s house next time, would you?”

“Anything else? If not, I have coffee to make for others.”

Zhiyi waved her hand dismissively.

Wanqiu left with her chest heaving, gritting her teeth in anger.

She had never lost before!

And she certainly wouldn’t lose to Zhiyi!

…

As Zhiyi came out with the coffee, Wanqiu slowly stood up.

“Today being our first meeting, why don’t I treat everyone tonight? Let’s gather and get to know each other.”

The crowd cheered.

Someone asked, “Miss Song, will Third Young Master accompany you?”

Wanqiu raised her eyes to Zhiyi and smiled smugly, “Of course, in fact, it was his idea to invite everyone for dinner.”

“Third Young Master’s choice of restaurant must not be cheap, right? Where is it?”

“You’ll see when we get there.”

Wanqiu sold a tease.

After a day’s work, Bella had to go meet up with the traveling Xue Man and left first.

Finally, Wanqiu led everyone to the restaurant.

Yi Garden.

One of Gong Chen’s most profitable restaurants.

Yi originates from his mother’s name; the whole restaurant was designed like a Jiangnan ink painting, filled with the beauty of Yi Jing everywhere.

Only the rich or noble were customers here.

As everyone stepped out of the car, they were awed by the majestic signboard overhead.

Those in the know exclaimed, “We’re truly lucky thanks to Miss Song for dining at such an upscale restaurant.”

A person nudged a neighbor, “What Miss Song? That’s going to be the future lady of the house.”

Wanqiu covered her lips, feigning shyness, “Don’t talk nonsense, it’s not official yet.”

As soon as she finished speaking, a waiter hurriedly came out and took Wanqiu’s bag.

“Miss Song, the usual?”

With just this short sentence, it was clear that Wanqiu was not just a regular, but received special treatment here.

With a lift of the corner of her eye, Wanqiu glanced lightly at Zhiyi, standing on the edge, and spoke again with a few more shades of the hostess’s ease and grace.

“Today, I’m the one treating. Remind the chef to keep a close watch on the dishes for me.”

“Yes, we’ve prepared the private rooms for you, please.”

The waiter led the way.

Wanqiu advised all along, her familiarity making everyone envious.

Arriving at the door of the private room, she asked, “Everyone is happy today, so why not have a drink? I remember the Third Young Master has quite a stash of fine wines in the wine cellar.”

Chen Huan expressed concern, “Isn’t, isn’t that inappropriate? The Third Young Master’s wine isn’t cheap, right?”

Song Wanqiu smiled casually, “The Third Young Master often brings me here and always lets me take whatever I want. I don’t really know the prices, but I broke a bottle once, and it was said to be over a hundred thousand. The Third Young Master didn’t say much other than worrying about me getting cut.”

“Wow, how come I feel like I just got a mouthful of dog food? Aren’t we going to thank the lady boss?” a colleague joked.

“Thank you, lady boss.”

“Don’t be like that, I’ll stop talking.”

Song Wanqiu’s face flushed with embarrassment, fully the demure young girl, but her eyes remained firmly fixed on Lin Zhiyi.

It was as if she was declaring her territory.

Lin Zhiyi looked at her and forced a smile along with her colleagues.

She didn’t even care about Gong Chen, why would she be concerned about this future lady boss?

Then, Chen Huan moved next to Lin Zhiyi, grinning ear to ear.

“I’m truly envious of Miss Song, but surely you aren’t, Zhiyi. Your boyfriend must treat you very well too.”

“I don’t have a boyfriend,” Lin Zhiyi stressed.

“What about your neck then…”

“A dog bite.”

Lin Zhiyi muttered the words and quickly went to find a seat.

When the wine was brought over, the waiter made a particular point to introduce its variety, origin, and of course, its value, in front of everyone.

“2016 Romanee Conti, three hundred thousand.”

“…”

The group gasped, their hands holding the wine glasses ever so cautiously.

Song Wanqiu, as if used to such grandeur, waved her hand dismissively, “Don’t be shy, drink up.”

The colleagues then raised glasses to toast Song Wanqiu one after another.

Soon enough, those with a lower tolerance began to show signs of intoxication, their speech becoming bolder.

“Miss Song, didn’t you say the Third Young Master would join you? Why hasn’t he arrived yet?”

Resting her chin on her hand, Song Wanqiu, slightly inebriated, said, “He has come. How could we drink and chat so freely if he were here? That’s why I told him to come later.”

As she spoke, she took out her phone and dialed in front of everyone.

Everyone held their breath, watching expectantly, the only exception being Lin Zhiyi, who bowed her head to eat.

Yi Garden truly lived up to its reputation as the most profitable restaurant, with a beautiful view and even more exquisite and delicious food.

If not for Song Wanqiu, she wouldn’t be able to afford such pricey fare on her own.

Across the table, Song Wanqiu watched Lin Zhiyi eating enthusiastically and deliberately raised her voice.

“Third Young Master…” Song Wanqiu’s voice was sweet as honey, “you can come now.”

Hearing this, everyone else almost got a sugar rush, but even so, they couldn’t hide their envy of Song Wanqiu.

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Biting her lip, Song Wanqiu said softly, “Yeah, I drank a little, but don’t worry, you’ll take care of me if I’m drunk, right? You mustn’t… like before… mmm…”

Her eyes, moist and panicked, darted to the others before she covered her mouth, saying no more.

All around were adults who, after a drink or two and in the company of attractive men and women, had an idea of what could happen next.

Especially given Song Wanqiu’s blushing face, some of the single men and women felt too embarrassed to listen any further.

Lin Zhiyi, however, continued enjoying her Buddha Jumps Over the Wall; it was delicious, incredibly so!

So absorbed was she in its taste that she hardly noticed Song Wanqiu staggering over to sit beside her.

“I’m waiting for you, hurry up.”

Lin Zhiyi nearly spit out her food.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Song Wanqiu hung up the phone, Gong Chen pushed open the door to the private room.

That was quick. One might think Gong Chen was just waiting outside the door.

The man was dressed casually today, in a khaki trench coat with a black turtleneck sweater underneath and deep grey trousers.

It was simple yet sophisticated.

With a handsome yet dangerous face, even the simplest attire couldn’t hide his imposing aura as he approached.

Song Wanqiu leaned into him as if on cue, whining coquettishly, “Third Young Master, I’m a bit sleepy, take me home to sleep.”

‘Take me home’—what a perfect choice of words.

Seeing Gong Chen, everyone promptly stood up, “Third Young Master.”

Gong Chen glanced over the crowd with a detached manner, responding with a nonchalant hum, his gaze then settling on Lin Zhiyi, who kept her head down, busily eating.

Lin Zhiyi didn’t look up, continuing her meal.

Gong Chen helped Song Wanqiu to leave.

Lin Zhiyi was just about to breathe a sigh of relief when Chen Huan chuckled slyly next to her.

“Zhiyi, you and the Third Young Master are matching, both wearing black turtlenecks. But… surely he’s not wearing it to cover bite marks like you said.”

Lin Zhiyi almost dropped her bowl.

Behind her, Gong Chen’s gaze held a hint of danger as he stared at her for a full ten seconds before leaving.