Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight-Chapter 270: A Bowl of Sweet Rice Balls Can Make Everything Better

Chapter 270: Chapter 270: A Bowl of Sweet Rice Balls Can Make Everything Better

Upon hearing the voice, He Yao immediately released Lin Zhiyi and then straightened his suit, smiling as he stood up.

"Miss Sang, long time no see."

"He Yao?" Sang Ran was slightly surprised.

She then slightly turned to introduce him to the person behind her.

"When I was undergoing treatment abroad, He Yao was also hospitalized with injuries. We became hospital mates, and I didn’t expect to see you again."

Only then did Lin Zhiyi realize that it wasn’t just Sang Ran who had arrived.

Gong Chen and Wen Qing were there too.

She slightly raised her eyes, meeting Gong Chen’s gaze directly, as if seeing into an unfathomably deep abyss.

Even though his face was expressionless, the aura around him was chilling to the bone.

He Yao and Mrs. He also noticed Gong Chen and quickly nodded in greeting.

"Third Young Master."

"Mm."

Gong Chen responded coldly, emotionless.

Out of politeness, Lin Zhiyi nodded slightly and then shifted her gaze, just in time to make eye contact with Wen Qing.

Wen Qing stood behind Gong Chen, offering a gentle smile.

Lin Zhiyi’s face turned pale, instantly understanding that their appearance here was no coincidence.

She remembered Wen Qing mentioning that her marriage was a decision discussed between Gong Chen and the elder.

A few days ago, Gong Chen had warned her not to mess with Wen Qing.

It seemed that today he was here to keep an eye on her during the matchmaking.

Sometimes she really couldn’t understand Gong Chen, how could he coldly manipulate her while also sending her sweet rice wine balls?

But she soon found out.

Sang Ran curiously looked at Lin Zhiyi and He Yao, asking, "What is this...?"

Quietly, Wen Qing glanced at Mrs. He.

Mrs. He quickly laughed, "We are discussing a marriage arrangement. Once the date is set, we will invite you to celebrate."

"Marriage arrangement? Zhiyi, when did you get together with He Yao?" Sang Ran asked in astonishment.

Lin Zhiyi was about to explain when the sharp gaze of Wen Qing fell on her.

Wen Qing idly twirled his ring, full of warning.

Wen Qing was determined to have her marry He Yao, it seemed there must be an issue.

Seeing her silence, Sang Ran wanted to inquire further but was interrupted by Wen Qing.

"Xiao Ran, this is their matter, don’t ask too much. Mr. He is a good match, and it’s normal for Lin Zhiyi to like him, right? If she wasn’t satisfied, would she be discussing a marriage arrangement? Wouldn’t you say so, Third Young Master?"

Gong Chen’s expression was brooding, and he remained silent.

Sang Ran, however, felt she was indeed being too abrupt and embarrassedly hooked her arm through Gong Chen’s, "Then we won’t disturb you anymore."

"Don’t leave; let’s sit together for a meal and catch up," He Yao suggested, directing the waiter to add more utensils.

Sang Ran and He Yao had indeed encouraged each other for a while overseas.

Not wanting to seem unfriendly, she tilted her head to look at Gong Chen.

Gong Chen, ever obliging, pulled out a chair for her. "Please, sit."

Sang Ran smiled gently, murmuring in the tone of a lover, "You’re so kind."

Coincidentally, Lin Zhiyi, seated next to them, heard everything clearly.

She lowered her eyes, picked up her teacup, and calmly drank, her gaze drifting towards He Yao.

To her surprise, He Yao actually knew Sang Ran.

And his treatment of Sang Ran seemed even better than that toward his own mother.

As she watched He Yao, a gradually warming gaze fell on her face.

She ignored it, continuing to sip her tea.

Then, Sang Ran’s voice rang out by her ears.

"I didn’t expect they would have sweet rice wine balls here too. I want to see how they compare to the ones Third Young Master bought."

"Sweet rice wine balls?"

Lin Zhiyi repeated instinctively.

Sang Ran pointed to the item on the menu, softly laughing, "Someone bought a bunch, and just a few days ago the chef made a huge pot. So much was wasted, Zhiyi, will you have some?"

Leftovers.

Lin Zhiyi remembered the sweet rice balls Gong Chen had brought over that night.

So that was it.

Her thick eyelashes shaded the light from her eyes as she said coldly, "I don’t like it."

In the end, Sang Ran ordered the same sweet rice balls.

He Yao urged the waiter three times to bring them out first.

Apart from Lin Zhiyi, Sang Ran served a bowl to everyone.

After tasting one, she leaned towards Gong Chen and said, "Not as delicious as the ones you buy."

"Mm," Gong Chen responded indifferently.

Lin Zhiyi listened but remained calm, while Mrs. He across from her seemed somewhat dissatisfied.

"Lin Zhiyi, you should eat more meat, otherwise how will you bear children later?"

"Come on, this fatty piece, I’ll serve you. Don’t say the He Family has mistreated you."

Lin Zhiyi frowned, "No need."

Mrs. He didn’t listen at all and pushed a greasy piece of fat meat into her bowl with big chopsticks.

He Yao glanced at her sideways, "Listen to my mom."

Lin Zhiyi pursed her lips, noticing the varied expressions of the people opposite.

The He Family’s condescending charity.

Sang Ran asked Gong Chen to help her pick the dishes she liked.

Wen Qing’s lips curled, as if asking Lin Zhiyi if she was satisfied with the family I picked for you?

Lin Zhiyi looked at the greasy meat and felt her stomach churn.

She put down her chopsticks and stood up, "I’m going to the restroom."

Without waiting for anyone to speak, she turned and left.

Entering the restroom, Lin Zhiyi took a deep breath and washed her face.

When she looked up, there was an additional figure in the mirror.

Wen Qing slowly approached, "You finally know what’s good for you."

Lin Zhiyi lowered her head, pulled a paper towel, and wiped off the water.

"I’ve already listened to you; when will you delete the thing you have?"

"Of course..." Wen Qing looked down at Lin Zhiyi, "the day you marry He Yao, I will delete the exciting performance of your mother."

Lin Zhiyi bit her lip enduringly, her eyes reddened, and she choked, "Why must it be He Yao?" frёeωebɳovel.com

Seeing her look so aggrieved and yet having to endure, Wen Qing felt suddenly content.

"Do you really want to know?"

"I’m like this already, can’t I even know why?" Lin Zhiyi asked tearfully.

Wen Qing was really pleased with Lin Zhiyi’s tearful, pleading look.

She raised her chin, "Because the He Family and the Third Young Master are about to collaborate soon. The He Family is famously domineering in maritime shipping. With their help, expanding our business will be much smoother. So you..."

Her gaze swept over Lin Zhiyi before finally settling on her beautiful face.

"So naturally, you are a gift personally selected by the Third Young Master. Once tired of playing, why not make good use of it? After all, you’re so easily deceived; a bowl of sweet rice balls could pacify you."

Even though Lin Zhiyi had guessed the answer, hearing the words ’sweet rice balls’ still struck her like a bolt of lightning.

She stood there, stunned, like a statue eroded by the wind.

Wen Qing knew all this; it turned out Gong Chen and Wen Qing were in this together.

The explanation in the hospital was merely to appease her emotions, making her comply with Wen Qing’s arrangement.

Her fists clenched, her fingernails digging into the flesh, she asked word by word, "A hundred billion collaboration?"

"I hadn’t expected you to know," Wen Qing said, a little surprised, assuming He Yao had told her, so she didn’t care much.

Hearing this, Lin Zhiyi slowly closed her eyes, her pupils trembling.

Wen Qing’s lips curled into a sneer, "Just behave, I’m not a member of the Gong Family who still needs to consider your relationship with Gong Shiyan."

With that, she raised her eyebrows and left.

Lin Zhiyi opened her eyes, her vision flooded with red, though her face remained exceptionally calm; she even brushed away the tears that couldn’t fall from her eyes.

The next second, her phone vibrated twice.

Li Huan had sent over the items she requested.

Looking at the content, the tears Lin Zhiyi had just retracted still heavily fell.