Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight-Chapter 279: What Identity Do You Have to Control Me?

Chapter 279: Chapter 279: What Identity Do You Have to Control Me?

Lin Zhiyi knew she couldn’t rival his strength, and the corridor outside the restroom might have passersby at any moment.

She didn’t want to be seen.

She took a deep breath and feigned composure with a nod, "I’ll go with you."

The man pulled her into the stairwell.

The wide-open window howled with gusts of cold wind, making Lin Zhiyi shiver subconsciously.

Gong Chen closed the window without a sound and leaned on the windowsill, casually taking a cigarette case out of his pocket.

This was his habit whenever he thought about smoking.

Lin Zhiyi didn’t flatter herself to think he was closing the window because he was concerned she might catch cold.

But the next second, Gong Chen didn’t light the cigarette, just fiddled with it.

He slowly raised his gaze and stared at Lin Zhiyi, his dark eyes intense and cold, "I should have reminded you not to get involved in this matter."

Lin Zhiyi clenched her jaw stubbornly, bit down on her teeth, and forcefully turned her head, avoiding Gong Chen’s gaze.

"Get involved? Wasn’t it you who pulled me in? Isn’t it too late to say such a thing now? Should I just obediently wait to be slaughtered?"

"So what now? Your retaliation is to sneak around taking photos? Do you realize the consequences if you’re caught?"

"It’s none of your business," Lin Zhiyi answered defiantly.

At her words, the cigarette in Gong Chen’s hand snapped crisply, tobacco flying between them.

By the time Lin Zhiyi came to her senses, the man was advancing toward her, pressing her into a corner without stopping.

Until his warm breath fell on her face, his presence domineering and overpowering, as if to encircle and block her in.

Lin Zhiyi immediately raised her hand between them and pushed hard twice, but the man before her stood unyielding.

He pinched the almost-crushed cigarette butt, watching her with subtle, restrained focus, "It’s none of my business? Then whose business is it? Sang Li? He even knows about your mother being in the hospital; do you trust him that much?"

Lin Zhiyi was shocked, her anger rising as she met his gaze, "Are you tracking us?"

"Us? What is your relationship?" Gong Chen’s stare tightened, emotions churning in his eyes, his tone more aggressive than ever before.

Lin Zhiyi didn’t dodge any longer and met Gong Chen’s dark eyes head-on, "Friends, and what are we then? Although I can’t remember anything, everyone seems to be tight-lipped about our past relationship. Why is that? Dare you tell me?"

"Third Young Master, don’t forget, I was driven out by the Gong Family. You’re not even my uncle anymore."

"You didn’t acknowledge it before, you won’t acknowledge it now, and you certainly won’t in the future. So what right do you have, what status do you have, to meddle in my affairs?"

Lin Zhiyi’s questions echoed in the stairwell, one after another, hauntingly quiet all around.

A chilly glint swept across Gong Chen’s eyes, a paranoid sharpness lurking in his gaze.

He responded hoarsely, "I never wanted to be your uncle."

"..."

Lin Zhiyi’s heart lurched, her body instinctively pressing close against the wall.

Gong Chen looked steadily at her for a few seconds, then lifted her hand and pushed a cell phone into her grasp.

"Lin Zhiyi, stay out of things that don’t concern you."

Lin Zhiyi glanced at the phone, incredulously feeling its empty space before believing it was indeed her phone.

Her palms tightened gradually, her fingertips trembling as she pressed the power button.

The evidence she had just found, all of it had been wiped clean.

Lin Zhiyi’s shoulders sank heavily, and no matter how hard she breathed, she felt suffocated.

She lowered her gaze to the ground, seeing the shadows of the two people close together, and couldn’t help but smile coldly, yet her smile and lips felt chilly.

There could never be a balance between them.

That moment, in the corner of Lin Zhiyi’s eye, a figure flitted past the door crack at the stairway entrance.

She looked up, and stepping forward, she closed the gap with Gong Chen, reaching out to smooth his suit lapel.

"Third Young Master, why won’t you let me meddle? You couldn’t possibly have any designs on me, could you?"

"What do you think?" Gong Chen seized her hand, his eyes darkening, "Stop touching me."

"What’s there to be afraid of? No one’s going to see it anyway," Lin Zhiyi tiptoed.

Almost at the same time, Gong Chen grabbed her chin, drawing her closer, a low chuckle escaping his throat.

Lin Zhiyi, your acting has finally improved somewhat, but do you really think I care if others see?"

After finishing, he kissed her.

Lin Zhiyi was taken aback and immediately said, "Miss Sang."

Gong Chen stopped then and also released her.

Lin Zhiyi found it both sad and funny, and, taking advantage of the moment, she patted his collar, "Third Young Master, you’ve got hair on it."

Looking at him, she continued with a smile, "Third Young Master, if you can’t provide anything, then don’t worry about others, otherwise... when people are pushed to the limit, they are really capable of anything."

She took advantage of Gong Chen’s moment of surprise to push him away and left the stairwell.

Just as she reached the door of the VIP room, Sang Li and Sang Ran came out.

Sang Ran asked with slight surprise, "Zhiyi, what’s wrong with you? Why do you look so pale?"

Lin Zhiyi really wanted to say she was fine, but she was almost unable to keep up the pretense any longer and could only stand there dumbly, clutching her hands.

Sang Ran noticed something and glanced at her hands, just catching sight of something on her sleeve, and she was briefly startled.

But before she could get a clear look, Sang Li raised his hand to cover Lin Zhiyi’s arm.

"Let me take you out for some fresh air,"

Sang Ran withdrew her gaze and nodded, "You two go, I’ll wait for the Third Young Master."

Hearing this, Lin Zhiyi, trying to suppress her discomfort, turned and left.

It was only once outside that she noticed her sleeve was stained with some tobacco. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

She looked at Sang Li and hurriedly explained, "This is..."

Sang Li interrupted with a light smile, "Zhiyi, I’m not here to question you. I just feel that He Yao is not someone you can handle easily, he seems a bit off."

Lin Zhiyi pursed her lips and mustering her courage, countered, "Then do you find President Wen strange too?"

"Are you talking about her overly enthusiastic involvement in your marriage affairs?" Sang Li cut straight to the point.

See, it was obvious to anyone that Wen Qing was targeting her.

The only one she tolerated it for was Gong Chen.

Why bother.

Lin Zhiyi watched Sang Li and nodded slightly, wanting to see his reaction before deciding what to say.

Sang Li’s smile did not fade, he said softly, "I was old enough to understand when my mother died, and being a boy, my father also had me and my aunt avoid any suspicion of impropriety, so comparatively, I feel more grateful to my aunt. I appreciate that she has provided Sang Ran with a lot of the affection that we men can’t give."

With just a few sentences, he explained his relationship with Wen Qing.

Very grateful, but not close family.

But he would still consider Sang Ran.

Lin Zhiyi indicated she understood and hesitated a few seconds before saying, "I don’t want to hurt anyone, you can rest assured."

Sang Li sighed and raised his hand as if he wanted to touch her cheek, but in the end, he simply straightened her hair.

"Zhiyi, I’m afraid that you’ll end up hurting yourself."

Hearing this, Lin Zhiyi suddenly looked up and met Sang Li’s gaze.

His eyes held a smile, serene and restrained, with a pair of phoenix eyes slightly enigmatic, just so, gazing at her through a breeze.

Like a dream.

Lin Zhiyi moved her lips, about to speak, when footsteps approached and she immediately stepped back politely.

Sang Ran emerged arm in arm with Gong Chen and Wen Qing, chatting as they walked out.

The faces of the He Family mother and son, especially He Yao’s gaze toward Lin Zhiyi, appeared as if poisoned.

However, he had nothing much to say and after a few perfunctory words, he left with Mrs. He.

Completely disregarding Lin Zhiyi, as if they had come solely to accompany Sang Ran to try on the wedding dress.

Lin Zhiyi couldn’t be bothered with them and watched the two leave, then she prepared to leave as well.

"I’ll take you," Sang Li offered.

Lin Zhiyi didn’t refuse, "Okay."

She followed Sang Li, but the looks from behind her followed like a shadow.