Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight-Chapter 263: He Wants You to Get Married

Lin Zhiyi took out her phone and snapped photos of Liu He, taking more than a dozen just of the palm print on her face.

Liu He, somewhat scared, said, "Zhiyi, what are you doing?"

"Mom, avoiding the problem isn’t the solution, I must solve this from the root. Wait for my news at the hospital, and don’t give that man any more money," Lin Zhiyi instructed.

"Okay."

Liu He, already frightened and pale, just nodded continuously.

After calming Liu He and putting her to sleep, Lin Zhiyi turned and left the hospital room.

Standing in the corridor, she took a deep breath and dialed Wen Qing’s number.

The phone rang three times before connecting, as if Wen Qing knew she would call.

"Who is this?"

Wen Qing’s voice carried a condescending superiority.

But she indeed had the credentials.

Clenching her fist, Lin Zhiyi did her best to remain calm, "President Wen, I’m Lin Zhiyi. Could we meet in person?"

"Oh? What’s it about?" Wen Qing’s attitude was neither rejecting nor agreeing, somewhat inscrutable.

"I indeed have some matters to discuss with you face to face."

Lin Zhiyi pursed her lips and braced herself to speak.

Unexpectedly, Wen Qing thought for a few seconds and then agreed.

"I’ll send you the address where we’ll meet."

"Okay."

After hanging up, Lin Zhiyi hurriedly turned around.

She encountered Li Huan at the elevator entrance.

Li Huan blocked her path, "What brings you to the hospital? Feeling unwell?"

"No. I have something else to attend to," Lin Zhiyi replied, uninterested in explaining or getting others involved due to her own issues.

She pushed away Li Huan’s arm and tried to leave but was forcefully pulled aside to a secluded place.

"If you don’t speak up, I’ll tell the Third Young Master you haven’t actually lost your memory! You can fool others, but not me, the doctor."

"You should know well that the Third Young Master doesn’t care whether or not you’ve lost your memory."

Hearing this, Lin Zhiyi glared at him, feeling a sense of being trapped.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about."

"You and I both know, I’ve been fooled by you so many times; I guess that makes me half a comrade, right?"

Li Huan’s finger wavered between them.

Lin Zhiyi pursed her lips, "Fine, then help me destroy the hospital records of my mother’s stay and take her..."

She whispered low to Li Huan.

Li Huan gaped, astonished.

Lin Zhiyi warned, "If you dare tell anyone, it will be the end for both of us."

By "anyone," she implied someone specific.

"You..."

"I’m leaving."

Lin Zhiyi turned and walked away.

Watching her disappearing back, Li Huan immediately took out his phone and opened someone’s contact.

But recalling Lin Zhiyi’s warning, he sighed and put away his phone, then walked towards Liu He’s hospital room.

For some reason, he couldn’t stop the uneasy fluttering of his eyelids.

...

Lin Zhiyi looked at the restaurant in front of her, somewhat dazed.

Yi Garden.

But within a few seconds, she composed herself and walked in as if nothing was amiss.

Scanning around the restaurant, she saw Wen Qing sitting at a corner by the window, drinking.

Lin Zhiyi walked over and sat opposite her.

Wen Qing lazily lifted her eyelids, her sharp eyes examining Lin Zhiyi as if seeing through her.

"Miss Lin, doesn’t this place seem familiar to you?"

"President Wen, there’s no need to test me, I don’t remember anything. Besides, I’m not here to reclaim the past," Lin Zhiyi replied crisply.

"Oh? So what do you want from me?"

Wen Qing slightly raised her gaze, the hand adorned with a ring gently swirling the base of her wine glass.

Lin Zhiyi cut straight to the chase, "Was it you who did that to my mother?"

Upon hearing this, Wen Qingli’s eyes paused, her eyelids narrowing as she stared at Lin Zhiyi, evidently not expecting her to be so bold in asking directly.

"Miss Lin, don’t wrong a good person. I’m not well acquainted with the Second Madam. What could I possibly do to her? Why don’t you tell me?"

She swirled her wine glass, lips curling up, a gleam of unstoppable triumph in her eyes, as if she had thought of something amusing.

Yet, her demeanor was so disdainful, so nonchalant.

Lin Zhiyi swallowed her fury with difficulty, her fists tightly clenched atop her knees.

"President Wen, if I sought you out, naturally I wouldn’t come empty-handed."

The wine glass at Wen Qing’s lips stiffened, her sidelong glance at Lin Zhiyi as sharp as a knife.

"Lin Zhiyi, you shouldn’t speak carelessly."

Lin Zhiyi met her warning gaze and then slowly shifted her focus to the ring on her finger.

Not to mention its elaborate, fully studded setting, the reverse-setting technique alone was rare.

Not to mention, the gem cutting she employed was quite special.

Lin Zhiyi, a jewelry designer herself, always paid attention to any jewelry that flashed before her eyes.

According to the internet, this ring Wen Qing wore symbolized her status — a gift from her father when she inherited the family company.

Thus, she wore it every day.

It wasn’t something ordinary people could impersonate.

Realizing where Lin Zhiyi’s gaze was directed, Wen Qing instinctively covered her fingers.

Lin Zhiyi directly opened a photo on her phone, pointing at the clear palm print on Liu He’s cheek, then zoomed in several times to highlight a unique pattern at the position of the middle finger.

"President Wen, I implore you to relent, otherwise..."

Lin Zhiyi retaliated using the same tactic against Wen Qing.

Wen Qing, being the only female CEO in the history of Wen Group, knew better than anyone the scrutiny she faced.

She understood the struggles of women, yet here she was, using such dirty tricks to harm another woman.

"Lin Zhiyi, how dare you threaten me?" Wen Qing forcefully put down the wine glass.

"President Wen, it’s not a threat, I’m merely protecting myself."

Lin Zhiyi held her gaze.

Wen Qing’s eyes twitched slightly, then she suddenly smiled thinly, her gaze intense.

"Lin Zhiyi, if it weren’t for your useless mother, I might actually admire you a bit. It’s such a pity... you’re doomed not to be a match for me."

Lin Zhiyi clenched her lips, the palm holding her phone sweating coldly.

Wen Qing leisurely sipped her wine, scoffing, "Yes, it was me, so what? A ring mark can prove I hit your mom, but it can’t prove her innocence."

"Her video with that young man... tsk tsk, it’s so shameful I can hardly watch it. I wonder if the Second Young Master, after seeing it, could still tolerate your mother."

"Don’t even think about recording, I’ve been fighting in this business arena for so many years. Would I not carry something for self-protection?"

Saying so, Wen Qing gave a small kick to the discreet jammer beside her foot.

Lin Zhiyi glanced at her phone, now in the middle of recording, only to see it directly black out.

Wen Qing rested her chin on her hand: "Lin Zhiyi, you’re too inexperienced, and your mother is far too foolish. What right do you have to cling to the Gong Family? I’m merely helping you find a place to go."

Lin Zhiyi’s heart skipped a beat.

"A place to go? What do you mean?"

"You’re not getting any younger, you should get married. Don’t keep fixating on things that don’t belong to you like your mother did," Wen Qing said with a smile.

"You have no right to interfere with my marriage," Lin Zhiyi countered.

"Don’t I now?" Wen Qing glanced at Lin Zhiyi’s face, showing a hint of disgust, "Isn’t your face just meant to seduce men?"

Hearing this, Lin Zhiyi’s brows didn’t flinch, holding tighter to her other hand resting on her knee, not softening her stance.

Wen Qing dismissed her coldly: "Lin Zhiyi, it’s useless, your resistance is like that of ants in our eyes. Only if you obediently comply will everyone be satisfied."

"Everyone? Who are they?" Lin Zhiyi’s breath hitched.

"What do you think? You’ve stirred up so much trouble, you think you can just walk away unscathed? Having you marry off is a decision made after discussions between Third Young Master and the old master—isn’t it something Third Young Master should have told you?" Wen Qing spoke lightly.

Lin Zhiyi gradually lost strength, unable to clench her supporting fists tightly.

Suddenly, she recalled what Gong Chen had told her the day before.

"Wait for me tomorrow afternoon, I have something to tell you."

So this was what he meant.

She was to comply with Wen Qing’s arrangement to get married.