Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight-Chapter 245: Killing to Silence Someone

Her body began to tremble, sobbing uncontrollably.

It seemed as if every breath carried profound pain and despair.

Sang Li patted her back, "Zhiyi, don’t worry, I will investigate thoroughly."

Lin Zhiyi was grateful to him, but this was Jing City, and the Gong Family ruled almost unopposed.

Even though the Sang Family could call the shots in Hai City, their reach did not extend here.

Moreover, with the old man having spoken to this extent, how could he possibly not have taken every precaution?

She forced herself to sit up, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at Gong Shiyan and Sang Li.

"Uncle, Mr. Sang, could you let me and my mom have some time alone?"

The two men exchanged glances, nodded, and quietly left the hospital room.

Lin Zhiyi lifted Liu He’s hand, touching a scar on her index finger.

That was from her childhood when someone had called her a bastard, and Liu He rolled up her sleeves and fought them.

When the other person realized they couldn’t win, they bit Liu He’s hand.

Liu He’s finger was almost bitten off, but she endured the pain and warned the attacker,

"No father! She is still my daughter! My daughter!"

Finally, when the police arrived, Liu He’s finger was saved.

Afterward, Liu He hugged Lin Zhiyi and comforted her in return.

Liu He had no relatives; she was discarded by her parents, who favored sons over daughters, and given to her elderly grandmother.

After her grandmother’s death, she attended a third-tier university in Jing City through sheer determination.

She was deceived at a young age, which resulted in Lin Zhiyi’s birth.

But she never expressed regret.

What she said most often was, "Zhiyi, you are my family."

Although Liu He had her flaws, being somewhat vain, greedy, and timid, she was the best and only family for Lin Zhiyi.

How could she not care for Liu He?

She kissed Liu He’s hand, teardrops rolling down, "Mom, I won’t let anything happen to you."

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In the office.

Li Huan applied some medicine to Gong Chen’s ear.

"You don’t truly believe that Lin Zhiyi and the Second Madam embezzled those three million, do you?"

Gong Chen remained silent.

Li Huan, looking troubled, almost blurted out the words he had been holding back, "You shouldn’t keep pushing..."

"Sorry, it’s my fault. I talked with my aunt for too long and forgot to take my medicine. I almost fainted in the hall, so I had to hurriedly call Third Young Master. Actually, at that time, I was planning to go find Zhiyi and Sister-in-law. If I had been with them, things wouldn’t have turned out this way."

Sang Ran looked at Gong Chen with guilt.

Hearing about taking medicine, Li Huan’s brows nearly knotted, and he eventually sighed without responding.

Just then, Sang Li and Gong Shiyan walked in.

Gong Shiyan, looking somewhat pale, said indifferently, "Let the mother and daughter be for a while."

Sang Li got straight to the point, "With the Gong Family’s security system being so sophisticated, how could there be no records? And how could dozens of custom bracelets just be sold off like that?"

"Bad news," Gong Chen said coldly.

"Do you believe it?"

"Mr. Sang, this is the Gong Family’s matter," Gong Chen said, his eyes piercing as he looked at Sang Li.

Sang Li choked.

Indeed, he had no right to interfere in Gong Family affairs.

But he soon spoke in a deep voice, "I might not interfere in Gong Family affairs, but I am involved in Lin Zhiyi’s matters, and her surname is Lin."

Suddenly, the office was filled with a tense atmosphere.

Li Huan quickly stood up to mediate, "Ahem, I still need to check on a patient, so I won’t keep you guys."

Sang Li turned around, "I will take Zhiyi back to rest."

Gong Shiyan raised his hand in prevention, "No need, Zhiyi just sent a message saying she went back on her own. She wants to calm down. Don’t disturb her."

As he spoke, he glanced intentionally or unintentionally at Gong Chen.

Sang Ran, looking confused, asked the others, "What are you all talking about?"

Gong Chen said indifferently, "It’s nothing."

...

Lin Zhiyi was exhausted when she got home. As she collapsed onto the sofa, Sister Zhou knocked on the door.

Upon opening it, Sister Zhou came in holding a pot.

"I heard noises and knew you were back, so I made you some sweet rice wine dumplings. Aren’t these your favorite?"

Lin Zhiyi looked skeptically at Sister Zhou, "How did you know these are my favorite?"

Sister Zhou paused, the pot still in her hands, then laughed heartily, "Forgot? You mentioned it last time when you were drunk. Luckily, I remembered."

Lin Zhiyi didn’t think much about it, feeling truly hungry.

"I’ll get a bowl."

Moments later, each had a large bowl, warming themselves as they ate.

Lin Zhiyi stood up and retrieved some leftover wine.

Sister Zhou exclaimed, "You’re drinking wine right after finishing the sweet dumplings?"

Lin Zhiyi poured the wine while lightly smiling, "A little to help me sleep. I’m quite tired today, want to sleep early."

"Just have one glass then."

"Alright."

They ended up drinking all the remaining wine.

Lin Zhiyi, slightly intoxicated, returned to her bedroom, fell onto the bed, and slightly lifted her eyes to see the nightstand filled with wine bottles.

Medicine couldn’t help her sleep anymore; only alcohol could numb her.

She chuckled softly and closed her eyes.

After an unknown amount of time, in her daze, she felt someone moving her body.

Half-opening her eyes, she realized she was being dragged to the kitchen.

There, through the kitchen window, she saw the reflection of a man behind her.

A foreign man covered in tattoos, even the corners of his eyes marked with strange symbols, clearly up to no good.

Lin Zhiyi tried to struggle, but she had drunk too much, her limbs unresponsive.

She strained, yet couldn’t move at all.

The man, not realizing Lin Zhiyi had woken up, held her hand and turned on the stove, leaving only her fingerprints on the switch.

Then he carried her back and laid her on the sofa.

Lin Zhiyi immediately closed her eyes, glimpsing through her lashes as the man scattered the bottles of wine around the sofa.

Finally, he placed a sheet of paper on the coffee table.

She made out two characters with effort, "Suicide Note."

Suicide note!

Lin Zhiyi instantly understood the man’s intention—murder to silence.

She dared not move, waiting for him to leave.

After arranging the scene, the foreign man turned and left.

Lin Zhiyi immediately opened her eyes, feeling unwell.

Despite her struggles, she couldn’t move.

Looking at the scattered wine bottles, she thought of Sister Zhou, who would surely check on her if there were noises.

Thinking this, she slowly inched toward the edge of the sofa, then threw herself towards the wine bottles.

Immediately, she heard noises at the door.

It must be Sister Zhou!

As Lin Zhiyi hopefully gazed towards the door, the person who entered was the same foreign man.

He approached Lin Zhiyi and sneered, "We wait until the person is dead before leaving. Sorry, miss, you might suffer a bit longer."

With that, he picked up a cushion from the sofa and smothered Lin Zhiyi’s face.

The overwhelming sense of suffocation quickly drained all her energy, rendering her as lifeless as a fish on a cutting board.

Seconds later, she went limp.

Fortunately, the man seemed not to want to kill her this way; he only knocked her unconscious and placed her back on the sofa in a peaceful pose.

As darkness took over, she saw the man suddenly collapse onto the floor in agony.

A figure entered through the door, whom she desperately wanted to see clearly, but all was pitch black.