Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight-Chapter 256: It’s Your Boyfriend

The rain in the dream was so heavy.

In reality, Gong Chen was also drenched in sweat, finally sitting up abruptly from the bed.

His heart was in severe pain, as if vines were spreading throughout his body, his bones felt as if they were being crushed, causing him to breathe rapidly, every cell agonizingly wailing.

He closed his eyes, clenched his fists tight, veins bulging as he struggled to control his emotions.

When he opened his eyes again, heavy snow had begun to fall outside the window.

Gong Chen got up, took a cigarette from the box on the windowsill, and lit it, gazing through the white fog at the snow blanketing layer upon layer.

After only a couple of drags, Chen Jin heard the noise and ran in. freeweɓnøvel.com

"Third Young Master, you’re awake. Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"

White fog spilled from Gong Chen’s lips as he replied with a cool voice, "How is she?"

Chen Jin knew full well who ’she’ was and answered, "Other than some scrapes, her body has no serious issues now, and she has also been moved to a regular ward."

"That’s good." Gong Chen looked down, paused for a few seconds, and then with a hoarse voice said, "Chen Jin, there’s no need for the doctor to come anymore."

Chen Jin looked up in surprise and then nodded, "Understood."

...

In the ward.

Lin Zhiyi sat by the window, propped her cheek with her hand, and admired the falling snow.

Li Huan knocked on the door and came in.

"Feeling better?"

"I’m fine now, Doctor Li," Lin Zhiyi said with a smile.

Li Huan looked at the medical record in his hand and said with a faint smile, "I haven’t introduced myself yet, and you already know my last name is Li?"

Lin Zhiyi’s finger, propping her cheek, curled slightly, but the smile on her face remained unchanged.

"I heard it from my mother."

Li Huan stood at the foot of the bed, looking up and staring at Lin Zhiyi.

"If that’s the case, then listen to what I have to say."

"Mm."

Lin Zhiyi turned her head to continue admiring the scenery outside the window, seemingly not caring at all about what Li Huan was going to say.

Li Huan steadied himself and slowly said, "You haven’t lost your memory, have you?"

"You chose that day to attempt suicide, not only because you wanted Old Mr. Gong to publicly sever ties with you but also because you had to use the Gong Family’s car."

"The Gong Family’s cars are all modified for safety. They are more robust than ordinary cars, maximizing your safety."

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhiyi extended her finger and started drawing something on the window, neither responding nor answering.

Li Huan continued, "You don’t have any self-harming tendencies; you’ve seen a psychologist before, so you know exactly how to act the part."

"The last time in the hospital, when I asked you about the scratches on your arm, you should’ve already known what to do."

"So, every time we met, you’d fake symptoms of self-harm, just to evoke my compassion."

"Lin Zhiyi, you’re really something, fooling me again and again! Taking me for a fool to be endlessly taken advantage of, aren’t you?"

Lin Zhiyi’s hand paused, and she burst out laughing.

"Doctor Li, although you’re quite amusing, I really don’t know what you’re talking about."

Li Huan pursed his lips, his expression becoming serious, "Lin Zhiyi, that’s just fine."

Lin Zhiyi turned her head and calmly said, "Thank you. I want to sleep some more; I won’t see you out."

After saying this, she got up and walked towards the bed.

Li Huan hummed in acknowledgment.

As he was about to leave, he just happened to see the window Lin Zhiyi had been drawing on with her finger.

She had drawn many stars on it.

...

Lin Zhiyi took the medicine delivered by the nurse and dozed off into a drowsy sleep.

When she woke up, there was a man sitting by the bed.

She was startled and hurriedly got up, "Who are you?"

The man had a pair of phoenix eyes and a subtle smile.

Hearing her voice, the man said with a smile, "Am I whoever I say I am? What if I said I’m your boyfriend?"

Lin Zhiyi’s cheeks immediately flushed red.

"Nonsense! I don’t have a boyfriend."

"Hmm, I see," he said, staring at Lin Zhiyi earnestly, "Not now doesn’t mean not in the future."

Lin Zhiyi’s face grew even redder, and she glared at him, "Who... who are you, really?"

"Sang Li, we’ve met before, during the matchmaking session."

"Matchmaking with you?" Lin Zhiyi said in surprise.

"Although there’s been a small misunderstanding, it’s not wrong for you to understand it that way," Sang Li said with a light laugh, changing the subject. "Your mom went to the doctor’s office, she brought you seafood porridge and told you to eat it as soon as you woke up."

"Okay."

Lin Zhiyi looked toward the thermos on the bedside table and reached out to grab it, but her arm pulled at the wound on her waist.

Hiss.

She winced and shrank back in pain.

"Stay still, let me do it," Sang Li said as he helped her.

"Thank you."

Lin Zhiyi leaned against the pillow, her gaze following every movement of the man.

Sang Li poured the porridge into a bowl, lightly mashed it with a spoon, and scraped a spoonful from the part that wasn’t too hot to Lin Zhiyi’s lips.

Lin Zhiyi felt a bit embarrassed: "I can eat by myself."

Sang Li glanced at her bandaged arm: "You’re a patient, there’s no need to be stubborn."

"Mm."

Lin Zhiyi happily accepted and began to eat.

While looking at him, her eyes briefly glanced at the door of the ward.

A moment later, she still took the spoon from him.

"Thank you."

"For what?" Sang Li asked, maintaining his composure.

"For everything," Lin Zhiyi left unsaid.

"Then... how about you treat me to a meal another day?"

"Mm."

Lin Zhiyi lowered her head and continued to drink her porridge.

...

When Gong Chen returned to the ward, he happened to encounter Sang Ran, who had just stepped out to look for him.

"Third Young Master, you caught a cold and got sick; why didn’t you tell me? I only found out after asking Assistant Chen."

Gong Chen had a gunshot wound, a matter that couldn’t be publicized.

So, Li Huan had arranged a cover story that he had a fever and a cold.

Gong Chen looked at Sang Ran, who was anxiously searching for him and walking somewhat unsteadily, his expression both calm and complex.

"I didn’t want you to worry, so I didn’t say anything."

Sang Ran flung herself into his arms, holding him tightly, choking up: "I’m all the more worried when you do this, can you not do this in the future?"

She looked up at him with hopeful eyes, waiting for his reply.

Gong Chen’s Adam’s apple rolled, as if he was restraining something from coming out.

"Mm."

"I made some food for you, come and taste it."

Sang Ran’s tears turned to laughter as she took his arm and went into the ward.

Besides the carefully prepared food she had placed on the table, there was also a red box.

Gong Chen recognized the Xue Man’s Studio logo on the box.

After Sang Ran noticed his gaze, she opened the box and handed it to him.

"Is it very beautiful, the wedding rings Zhiyi designed for us?"

The wedding ring took inspiration from the red silk that the bride and groom hold in their hands during a Chinese wedding.

Though the male ring was plain, its natural curling shape used both polished and brushed techniques to create the flowing motion of the red silk in the light.

The female ring had softer lines, with the ribbon gently wrapped around the main diamond, adorned by a spread of smaller diamonds.

When the two rings were placed side by side, their curves would naturally connect.

Symbolizing hearts forever joined.

Sang Ran held the male ring in one hand, lifting Gong Chen’s hand with the other, wanting to help him put it on.

Just as the ring was about to touch his finger, he curled his fingers and withdrew his hand.

Sang Ran stood frozen, her eyes hurt, unable to recover for a long while.

"Third Young Master, are we... still getting married?"

Her voice slightly choked up, the hand holding the ring slowly drooped.

Suddenly, Gong Chen directly took the ring and slipped it onto his finger.

"I’ll do it myself."

Hearing this, hope returned to Sang Ran’s eyes, and she shyly nodded her head.

She knew this was Gong Chen’s answer.

He would definitely marry her.