Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight-Chapter 68 - Making Choices
Chapter 68: Chapter 68: Making Choices
Chapter 68 -68: Making Choices
Was Song Wanqiu daring enough to give it?
Certainly not.
She said it herself, her phone was filled with photos from that day humiliating Liu He and Gong Shiyan.
Unfortunately, it was no longer up to her to decide whether to give it or not.
Old Mr. Gong glanced at the bodyguard behind him, the bodyguard reached out to snatch her phone, then cracked the screen’s lock and handed it over.
The gallery contained hundreds of photos, which nearly made Old Mr. Gong crush the phone screen.
“Song Wanqiu, you are really bold, it seems my warning wasn’t enough!”
“Old, Old Master, I didn’t…”
Song Wanqiu’s body went limp, she was almost kneeling down to beg for mercy.
Old Mr. Gong didn’t even look at her, threw the phone to Gong Chen, and said coldly, “Deal with this!”
“Yes.”
Gong Chen responded indifferently.
At that moment, Li Huan arrived and was almost scared into screaming upon seeing Lin Zhiyi’s condition.
“Lin Zhiyi! Can’t you act a bit more like a patient! I’m giving you an IV, and you nearly turned it into a blood donation!”
Only then did everyone notice Lin Zhiyi’s IV hand was already backflowing, a blood-red transfusion tube looking shockingly alarming.
Lin Zhiyi slumped, and fell into Li Huan’s arms, troubled, “Doctor, I felt a bit off just now, could it be because of the alcohol I drank last night?”
“You still have the nerve to mention drinking, how much did you drink yesterday? When I tested the alcohol level, I almost thought you were an old drunk! Your discomfort has nothing to do with the alcohol, haven’t I told you that you shouldn’t be agitated, did someone agitate you again? Damn it, what are their intentions!” Li Huan said loudly.
Having explained everything, Li Huan reassured Lin Zhiyi.
Upon hearing this, Old Mr. Gong snorted coldly and turned to leave.
Xue Man, being a smart person, glanced at Song Wanqiu lightly, then turned to look at Gong Chen.
“Third Young Master, I heard from my assistant about Song Wanqiu’s incident right after getting off the plane, I came straight here, and now I’m very tired, I’ll head back to rest.”
Her implication was quite clear, blaming Song Wanqiu for exploiting her kindness.
Gong Chen nodded.
Xue Man looked at Lin Zhiyi, “Rest well, see you at the studio.”
Lin Zhiyi gratefully said, “Thank you, President Xue.”
Once Xue Man left, Song Wanqiu was so furious she couldn’t even pretend anymore, glaring venomously at Lin Zhiyi.
How could she not be angry?
To be beaten up and then blamed for it.
Lin Zhiyi responded with a smile.
An eye for an eye, feel good?
“Young Uncle, do you still want me to apologize? If not, please have your people leave, I need to rest.”
She lay down, covering herself with a blanket, her back facing the crowd.
…
Song Wanqiu followed Gong Chen back to her own sickroom.
Before she could speak, tears were already washing over her cheeks.
“Third Young Master, I don’t know how I offended Zhiyi, and she wants to frame me like this.”
Gong Chen glanced at her and leaned against the window, lighting a cigarette.
Smoke twirled around him as he squinted, “Stop crying, it looks ugly.”
Song Wanqiu was suddenly unable to cry, her tears hanging at the corners of her eyes, neither able to cry nor stop.
She weakly walked up to him, her wet eyes looking up at him, “Third Young Master, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have made things difficult for you.”
“Since you knew it would be difficult, you should have been aware of the consequences.”
Gong Chen placed Song Wanqiu’s wiped clean phone on the windowsill and forcefully pinched out the cigarette, as if he wanted to crush the ashtray.
Seeing this, Song Wanqiu’s neck tightened, and she struggled to breathe.
“Third Young Master… Third Young Master…”
Gong Chen said nothing and walked straight out of the sickroom.
Song Wanqiu collapsed on the bed, her whole demeanor lifeless.
After who knows how long, her father called.
“Wanqiu, what’s going on? Did you upset the Third Young Master again? Why has the Third Young Master pulled out of our latest project? Do you know how much effort I’ve put into this project?”
“I…” Song Wanqiu held her breath, unable to believe Gong Chen would go to such extremes.
“I don’t care what methods or means you use, you must make the Third Young Master continue to invest! The Song Family raised you not to sit around waiting for death!”
Her father hung up forcefully, leaving only a dial tone.
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Wanqiu’s eyes brimmed with hatred as she hurled her cell phone, barely missing the person who was entering the room.
“What’s the matter? Why are you so furious?”
Mrs. Song, Qin Shuang, stepped forward and embraced Wanqiu, recoiling in shock when she saw her face. “What happened? Who dared to do this to you?”
“Lin Zhiyi!”
Wanqiu somberly recounted the situation to Qin Shuang.
Listening, Qin Shuang became increasingly enraged, slamming her hand on the table.
“Absurd! First, they embarrassed us, forcing us to apologize to that bitch Liu He, and now this illegitimate child dares to scheme against you? Clearly, she still hasn’t learned her place!”
“Mom, Old Mr. Gong and President Xue both saw what happened, what should I do?” Wanqiu pursed her lips.
Qin Shuang got up and paced, her demeanor elegant but her face scheming.
Suddenly, she stopped, raised her eyebrows, and smiled.
“Now, Lin Zhiyi has no cards left to play. It’s a good opportunity to act.”
“But my phone was wiped clean,” Wanqiu said indignantly.
“What does that matter? Don’t forget, you are our trump card. In terms of influence, how could she match you?” Qin Shuang lifted Wanqiu’s chin, pitying her, “Look at your face, you were hit so hard.”
Wanqiu immediately understood the deeper implication in Qin Shuang’s words.
…
An hour later, news of Wanqiu being beaten appeared across major platforms.
The surveillance footage showed Wanqiu stumbling out of the hospital room, her cheeks swollen, looking aggrieved.
Netizens dug deeper, discovering that Lin Zhiyi had been staying in the hospital room.
The two had had conflicts during a competition before, leading to widespread speculation.
Some even uncovered the rumored scandal of Lin Zhiyi spending a night with Gong Chen.
With Wanqiu already having a significant number of online followers, her fans quickly attacked Lin Zhiyi.
Amidst this storm, Wanqiu released a video to clarify the situation.
“Thank you for your concern. Zhiyi and I were just drinking too much at the dinner, there’s no conflict.”
But she did not deny that Lin Zhiyi had hit her.
“Don’t you see I am fine now? Please don’t trouble Zhiyi.”
Look at how strong and understanding I am.
“Zhiyi and Third Young Master? That’s all nonsense. The person in the photo is me. People in university used to say we styled our hair similarly. Third Young Master has been good to me, how could he be with another woman?”
Lin Zhiyi is clever about clinging to hot topics, but Third Young Master loves only me.
“I really am fine. I…”
Click, the video suddenly cut off, leaving only the image of Wanqiu’s pained expression.
The video was quickly deleted.
However, it had been downloaded by someone, and netizens began analyzing Wanqiu’s video.
“When Wanqiu came close to the camera, her makeup clearly looked heavy, and you could even see red veins.”
“Her sudden disappearance seemed like she accidentally touched her face, and it was too painful.”
“After all this, she still covers for Lin Zhiyi—what a kind soul.”
“There was a storm around Lin Zhiyi and Third Young Master’s affair which then just died down—could it have been true?”
The buzz continued unabated.
…
Gong Mansion.
Old Mr. Gong sat rigidly in his imperial chair, gripping a white chess piece as he stared at the board, his voice grave.
“In the hospital, it looked like Lin Zhiyi was wearing your clothes.”
“Wanqiu took them to Yi Garden for dinner; she lent her clothes after seeing her fall into the water, after all, it’s also my second brother’s family,” Gong Chen replied, keeping his gaze fixed on the chessboard.
“Just make sure you keep your distance, your second brother’s family isn’t reliable. Don’t get caught in their foolishness. The Gong family cannot afford to lose face over disreputable people, you must learn to prioritize.”
Old Mr. Gong made his move, the game immediately becoming more complex.
He looked up across the board to see what Gong Chen would decide.
“Understood.”
Gong Chen glanced at the board, placed a black piece decisively, then stood up to leave.
The butler glanced over the chess setup behind Old Mr. Gong and reassured, “It looks like the Third Young Master understands your message.”
Old Mr. Gong nodded his head and made another move. As he placed the piece, he hesitated.
“But I have lost.”
