Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight-Chapter 95 - The Wait Is Over
Chapter 95: Chapter 95: The Wait Is Over
Chapter 95 -95: The Wait Is Over
Dressing room.
Lin Zhiyi was wiping a red wine stain off the hem of her dress with a towel.
Shen Yan took out a bag from her purse and handed it to her, “Zhiyi, it just so happens that I brought an extra set of clothes, and our figures are quite similar. You should go change into these for now as an emergency.”
Lin Zhiyi glanced at the logo on the bag and half-jokingly said, “Shen Yan, did you strike it rich? There’s nothing in this store under five figures.”
Shen Yan’s eyes paused slightly, and she explained, “I got my paycheck, and I wanted to treat myself, after all, it’s my first formal job in life.”
“Is that right, then how can I feel good about wearing your new clothes? I’ll just make do with what I have, after all, I’m not the protagonist.”
Lin Zhiyi deliberately pushed the bag back toward her.
Shen Yan’s eyes clearly panicked for a moment, and she quickly stuffed the bag into Lin Zhiyi’s arms.
“Zhiyi, we’re close girlfriends, how can we still count these things? If you keep this up, I’m going to get angry.”
“Then… okay, thank you,” Lin Zhiyi said, clearly moved.
“All right, don’t waste any more time, go change your clothes.”
“Okay.”
Lin Zhiyi stood up and walked toward the restroom.
Behind her, Shen Yan’s lips curled up, revealing an extremely sinister smile.
Lin Zhiyi, today you will fall from grace!
In the restroom.
Lin Zhiyi took a dress out of the bag.
It was a black silk cheongsam with discreet patterns.
This was definitely not Shen Yan’s style.
But it was also unlikely that Shen Yan would buy a cheongsam for no reason.
Especially one that just so happened to be on hand the moment her clothes got dirty.
Lin Zhiyi had felt something was odd earlier, which is why she followed Shen Yan to the dressing room.
After thinking for three seconds, Lin Zhiyi immediately took out her phone and snapped a photo of the cheongsam, then sent it to Liu He.
“Mom, please ask the sales associate right away if anyone else has bought this cheongsam recently?”
Liu He was well-versed in these matters, and in less than two minutes, she responded.
“Looks like you’ve stumbled on some juicy gossip! Only two of these cheongsams were sold this month, both by President Xue’s husband, but… the sizes are completely different, it looks like he’s got someone on the side.”
Speaking of size, Lin Zhiyi checked the label and was taken aback.
The size wasn’t Shen Yan’s either.
The reason Shen Yan could navigate the path of the white lotus so effortlessly wasn’t just her delicate and attractive face but also her petite and svelte figure.
It always gave off the impression of fragility, naturally drawing sympathy and affection from men.
But the cheongsam Shen Yan gave her was a medium size, which meant it was for someone who had to be at least 1.65 meters tall to fit into it.
Shen Yan was only 1.58 meters tall, and even if she wore high heels, the waistline still wouldn’t line up.
So why was President Xue’s husband’s cheongsam in Shen Yan’s possession?
Lin Zhiyi furrowed her brows and quickly replied to the message.
“Mom, can you ask discreetly about President Xue and her husband’s situation? Quickly.”
Liu He loved to gossip with former colleagues, so asking about this matter was not difficult at all.
“President Xue and her husband are getting a divorce. He’s got a college girl on the side, hidden very well, nobody knows who she is, it’s said they met at a jewelry show.”
A college girl?
A jewelry show?
Only then did Lin Zhiyi remember that President Xue’s husband was a jeweler, and they too had met at a jewelry show abroad.
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For some reason, Lin Zhiyi was particularly sensitive to the words “jewelry show,” always feeling like she had seen something relevant somewhere.
Suddenly, an image flashed through her mind.
She looked down again at the cheongsam in her hands and couldn’t help but sneer, everything clicked into place.
At that moment, the restroom door was knocked by Shen Yan.
“Zhiyi, haven’t you finished changing yet?”
“Almost done.”
Lin Zhiyi quickly changed into the cheongsam and then walked out of the restroom.
Shen Yan couldn’t wait to look up and gloat.
Such an old-fashioned cheongsam on someone their age would add at least ten years.
But the next second, she was stunned on the spot.
Lin Zhiyi, with her hair loose, looked fluffy and smooth, making her bright and vivid face appear charming yet slightly hazy.
The sleeveless cheongsam clung to her body, outlining her perfect curves, as if tailor-made for her. Her arms, hanging at her sides, were as creamy and tender as lotus roots.
Even though only her arms were exposed, she seemed to be seducing onlookers everywhere.
Upon sensing Shen Yan’s gaze, Lin Zhiyi deliberately adjusted her cheongsam in front of her.
“Shen Yan, this dress is a bit tight on me.”
In her past life, after Lin Zhiyi had been shunned by everyone, Shen Yan couldn’t be bothered to pretend anymore, stepping on her fallen body and humiliating her to the extreme.
“How can you blame me? Why should you be better than me in every way? We agreed to be friends, so why should you be able to soar and marry the Third Young Master?”
“I’ll tell you, all your traps were designed by Song Wanqiu and me together. Now the Third Young Master is disgusted when he sees you, you might as well be dead!”
Shen Yan loved to be jealous, so let her live in jealousy every day.
Seeing this, Shen Yan clenched her teeth and twisted her skirt, barely able to conceal the jealousy in her eyes.
Pretending not to notice her expression, Lin Zhiyi said with a smile, “Let’s go. Don’t keep everyone waiting.”
Perhaps thinking of her plans later on, Shen Yan’s expression immediately went back to normal.
“Right, let’s go.”
Both of them entered the banquet hall together.
Lin Zhiyi’s arrival instantly attracted everyone’s attention.
Even those who were originally flattering Song Wanqiu couldn’t help but stare at Lin Zhiyi.
Song Wanqiu was so angry her molars gritted audibly, yet she dared not show it.
At that moment, Chen Huan let out an exclamation.
“Ah! Why is there a dress clash?”
Hearing the noise, Xue Man, who was clinging to her husband, turned around to face Lin Zhiyi head-on.
Only then did everyone realize, with astonishment, that Lin Zhiyi was wearing a dress identical to Xue Man’s.
At a social gathering, wearing the same attire is extremely awkward.
Especially since there’s a popular saying: a dress clash isn’t scary; it’s embarrassing only if you’re less attractive.
Xue Man still exuded charm; the cheongsam made her appear dignified and elegant.
Lin Zhiyi was young and beautiful, her figure almost lethal to men.
It was hard to tell who outshone whom.
Song Wanqiu walked over with her dress and looked at Lin Zhiyi suspiciously, “Zhiyi, I remember you weren’t wearing this dress just now. How come you changed into another one when President Xue arrived?”
Lin Zhiyi replied truthfully, “I got splashed with wine by a waiter earlier, so I went to change into a new dress.”
Before anyone else could speak, Chen Huan approached with a smile.
“Zhiyi, you really did have foresight, to have prepared an extra set of clothes in advance.”
Her words had an underlying meaning, and everyone understood.
Lin Zhiyi was deliberately clashing dresses with Xue Man; it was clearly a provocation!
But why would Lin Zhiyi want to provoke Xue Man?
Others might not understand, but Xue Man, who was secretly divorcing her husband, couldn’t help but overthink.
She had always been unaware of the woman her husband was seeing. Without catching the mistress, even in a divorce, she’d have to split her wealth with him—why should she share the jewelry empire she built with such a scoundrel?
Now a young and beautiful woman was wearing the same dress as her, openly challenging her.
Could it be that Lin Zhiyi was her husband’s mistress?
Xue Man’s gaze towards Lin Zhiyi shifted.
Lin Zhiyi looked down and said nothing, seemingly at a loss for words.
She was still waiting…
Chen Huan, noticing her silence, curved her lips and said, “But… it really makes one curious, how did Zhiyi know President Xue would wear this cheongsam too?”
Song Wanqiu eyed Lin Zhiyi skeptically, “This cheongsam isn’t cheap, and Zhiyi is just an intern now. Could it have been bought for her by someone else?”
Just as everyone was speculating, an unexpected person stood out.
Xue Man’s husband.
He spoke magnanimously, “Alright, alright, it’s just a dress after all, no need to embarrass the young lady. Today is primarily Miss Song’s birthday party, other matters aren’t important.”
Upon hearing this, Lin Zhiyi looked up.
She had got what she was waiting for.
