Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight-Chapter 99 - An Utterly Defeated General is Worse than
Chapter 99: Chapter 99: An Utterly Defeated General is Worse than a Dog
Chapter 99 -99: An Utterly Defeated General is Worse than a Dog
Everyone was shocked by the sight of Chen Huan’s face.
Chen Huan’s appearance and figure could only be considered average, not even comparing to the well-maintained Xue Man.
What was Xue Man’s husband thinking, really?
Chen Huan wrapped herself in her clothes, sobbing, “President Xue, I was framed, it was Lin Zhiyi who called me to rest room No. 6! As soon as I entered, I felt hot all over, and then I knew nothing.”
People immediately showed an expression of eating popcorn as they watched drama unfold. Could the plot actually take such a twist?
Xue Man frowned and looked at Lin Zhiyi, “What’s going on?”
Lin Zhiyi shook her head in confusion, “President Xue, I don’t understand why Chen Huan would say this. Even if I wanted to frame her by sending her to room No. 6, this is room No. 9.”
Then, she pointed at the sign on the door.
A huge number 9.
Chen Huan stared at the number, incredulously. Suddenly getting something, she fixated her gaze on Lin Zhiyi.
Lin Zhiyi curled her lip, feigning concern, “Chen Huan, you just said I framed you? But this room also contains President Xue’s husband. Are you suggesting that he and I colluded and took advantage of you when you were unconscious? Do you want to call the police?”
Just now, Chen Huan instinctively tried to dissociate herself, inadvertently implicating Xue Man’s husband.
Now, his face turned dark.
Chen Huan’s eyes darted around, and she quickly changed her statement, “It was Shen Yan, she was jealous of Lin Zhiyi and despised Song Wanqiu, so she threatened me to create chaos at the banquet, I was forced!”
As soon as she finished speaking, Shen Yan collapsed to the ground with a thump.
She raised her hand to swear, her voice quivering, “I swear, it wasn’t me, I… how dare I?”
Song Wanqiu walked over to Shen Yan, helping her up, “I believe Shen Yan. She’s famously timid in our school, how could she possibly do such a thing?”
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Given Shen Yan’s fearful kneeling demeanor, no one at the scene believed Chen Huan’s nonsense.
Chen Huan looked up and saw Song Wanqiu and Shen Yan’s fierce eyes, immediately realizing that what she thought was a collaboration with Shen Yan was actually these two using her as a pawn against Lin Zhiyi.
Now that she had been discovered, she had become expendable.
Xue Man glared at her with disgust, “Chen Huan, do you have anything else to say?”
Chen Huan turned pale, finally feeling the fear, and quickly hid behind Xue Man’s husband, her eyes tearful as she looked at him, “Husband, help me…”
Xue Man’s husband pushed her away immediately, “Don’t call me so affectionately, I’m afraid you’ll report me to the police, explain it yourself.”
He got up, threw on his clothes, scoffed at Xue Man, and left.
The scumbag, always only doing what was beneficial to him.
Chen Huan fell into public disparagement.
Until a hotel staff member came over and reminded, “Miss Song, the gift from Third Young Master has been delivered.”
Song Wanqiu couldn’t help but brag, “Everyone, let’s head back to the main hall first, don’t let this little episode affect us.”
People began to talk.
“A gift from Third Young Master must be some mysterious jewels, let’s go have a look.”
“I want to see the jewels Third Young Master splurged on.”
Song Wanqiu glanced subtly at Lin Zhiyi, smiled, and said, “Sure, I’ll make sure everyone gets a good look, let’s go.”
She led the people out of the room.
Xue Man also snorted coldly and left.
Chen Huan lay on the ground, casting a glance at Shen Yan as she passed by, whispering bitterly, “Such a loyal dog.”
Shen Yan paused, seemingly sympathizing as she bent down to straighten Chen Huan’s clothes, her lips curling in a barely perceptible sneer.
“What are you even worth? A loser not even comparable to a dog.”
After adjusting her clothes, Shen Yan too walked away.
In the end, only Lin Zhiyi and Chen Huan were left in the room.
As Lin Zhiyi prepared to leave, Chen Huan snorted with a laugh, “How did you know?”
Lin Zhiyi turned around, coldly saying, “Your biggest mistake was collaborating with Shen Yan.”
A self-centered person will always avoid all risks that are not in their favor.
Song Wanqiu was Shen Yan’s quickest shortcut to climbing the social ladder, and for someone like Chen Huan, giving her up was not worth it.
So Shen Yan would certainly offer the plan up to Song Wanqiu.
Wanqiu and Lin Zhiyi colluded from the inside out, ensuring they could extract themselves swiftly, regardless of what occurred.
Unfortunately, Chen Huan realized it too late and watched Lin Zhiyi reluctantly, “You changed the room number; how were you so sure I’d come here?”
“You’re too confident,” explained Lin Zhiyi, “From the moment you deliberately placed the photo with President Xue’s husband in the most conspicuous spot on your desk, I knew you would come to admire your masterpiece.”
“I lost, but you didn’t win either,” Chen Huan said through clenched teeth.
After all, there were still the stumbling blocks of Wanqiu and Shen Yan.
Lin Zhiyi walked to the door, paused, and looked back coldly, “You were never my target.”
With that, she left.
…
Banquet Hall.
When Lin Zhiyi entered, the whole place dimmed.
Wanqiu, excitedly holding onto Gong Chen, stood in the middle of the hall, awaiting the legendary mysterious gift.
Lin Zhiyi’s gaze drifted upward in a graceful manner, clashing with Gong Chen’s eyes.
The air froze momentarily, and dark currents swirled in his ink-black eyes as his slender fingertips touched a split spot on his lip.
Lin Zhiyi’s eyes swiftly moved away, just in time to see a few waiters wheeling something in.
Someone said, “The gift is here!”
Everyone awaited Gong Chen’s mysterious jewel.
But what caught everyone’s eyes was a swan cake that was half the size of a man.
For ordinary people, a swan cake is very expensive, but for the wealthy, it was merely the cost of an afternoon tea.
Having it for a birthday was quite standard; it hardly qualified as a mysterious gift.
Wanqiu was initially shocked, then quickly covered it up, “Third Young Master, are you suggesting I cut the cake before presenting the gift?”
Gong Chen, expressionless, pointed at the cake, “A gift? What else if not a cake for a birthday?”
“Well…” Almost demanding the jewelry outright, Wanqiu, with many eyes on her, could only wear a bright smile, “I like anything the Third Young Master gives.”
Thus, with a forced smile, Wanqiu cut the cake, but didn’t eat a bite herself.
Lin Zhiyi got a piece, tasted it, and found it exceptionally delicious.
The birthday party came to an end.
As Lin Zhiyi was about to leave, she saw Xue Man stumbling out of the restroom.
She quickly went over to help, “President Xue, are you alright?”
Xue Man’s face flushed, she took a closer look at Lin Zhiyi, and gave a bitter smile, “It’s you.”
“I’ll take you to your car.”
Lin Zhiyi supported her towards the car.
Leaning on Lin Zhiyi, Xue Man chuckled bitterly, “He hasn’t bought me clothes for many years, but a few days ago, when I received a qipao from him, I thought he had truly come back, only to realize even that dress was part of his schemes.”
“That’s the fault of the man, not the clothes; you look radiant no matter what you wear,” Lin Zhiyi comforted.
Xue Man stared at her, “Your qipao was also part of someone’s calculations, wasn’t it? Thankfully, you reacted quickly, otherwise, both of us would have ended up as meat on the chopping board.”
Lin Zhiyi remained silent, walked to the parking lot, and helped Xue Man into the car.
Just as she was about to close the door, Xue Man grabbed Lin Zhiyi, staring intensely at the pendant on her chest.
“It really was you.”
“What?” Lin Zhiyi looked at her, puzzled.
“Nothing, just do your best, I think highly of you,” Xue Man said and closed her eyes, rubbing her temples.
Seeing her discomfort, Lin Zhiyi nodded and refrained from asking more.
After seeing Xue Man off, she turned and saw Wanqiu and Gong Chen being surrounded by reporters…
“Miss Song, did the Third Young Master secretly give the mysterious gift?”
Wanqiu, noticing Lin Zhiyi’s gaze, immediately leaned on Gong Chen’s shoulder and laughed, “You guessed it, sorry.”
Lin Zhiyi turned and got into a taxi.
