Reborn to outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight

Chapter 11: Chapter 11 Clothed Beasts Chapter 11: Chapter 11 Clothed Beasts Sensing the gaze, Lin Zhiyi turned her head.

It was Gong Chen.

Dressed in a cold, austere black suit, his slender fingers resting against his temple, the blood-red ring on his finger carried a tinge of bloodthirst under the sunlight.

Song Wanqiu leaned by his side.

It seemed Song Wanqiu was saying something; the two stood very close, and there was a faint softness on Gong Chen’s face.

Lin Zhiyi withdrew her gaze, feigning calmness as she put down her hand.

“Thank you.”

“No need for thanks,” said the man, glancing in that direction, “That’s the Third Young Master, isn’t it? Truly doting on his fiancée to personally pick her up and drop her off.”

Indeed.

Everyone could tell of Gong Chen’s partiality towards Song Wanqiu.

Only she from the previous life, like a fool, waited for him, loved him.

Lin Zhiyi was about to nod when Liu He pulled her.

“Now that we’ve run into him, hurry over and greet your uncle.”

“I won’t,” Lin Zhiyi shook off her hand, about to leave.

“You child…”

Liu He hadn’t finished speaking when she was interrupted by the sudden voice of Song Wanqiu.

“Second Madam, Zhiyi, what a coincidence, and this is…”

Song Wanqiu, clinging to Gong Chen, sized up the man beside Lin Zhiyi.

Liu He had always thought Song Wanqiu was cunning, and after the incident with the Gong Family, she became even more convinced of Song Wanqiu’s ill intentions.

She moved beside the man, boasting with pride: “The young master of the Zhao Family, Zhao Cheng, a promising talent, we are all very satisfied.”

The word “we” was laden with deep meaning.

Lin Zhiyi wanted to stop her but was too late, feeling the gaze from the opposite side growing heavier.

Zhao Cheng stepped forward like a gentleman: “Third Young Master.”

Gong Chen didn’t look at him, his gaze casually falling on Lin Zhiyi, a mocking smile forming on his lips: “We?”

At last, he swept over Zhao Cheng with an ambiguous tone: “Truly a man of good appearance.”

Lin Zhiyi stiffened, her palms were filled with cold sweat.

Simple as the words were, they gave her a suffocating feeling of impending doom.

Song Wanqiu glanced at Zhao Cheng with a hint of disdain in her eyes.

Such a man was nothing in Gong Chen’s presence.

He would be well-matched with Lin Zhiyi, though.

But Song Wanqiu did not show it, instead, her face bore a gentle smile: “Young Master Zhao is so wonderful, Zhiyi, make sure you grasp this well, living a quiet and peaceful life is what’s real, don’t always think of all sorts of messy things.”

The pointed implication caused Zhao Cheng to frown slightly.

Liu He was infuriated and wanted to retort, but Lin Zhiyi held her back.

Wouldn’t they be playing into Song Wanqiu’s hands if they really started arguing?

Lin Zhiyi looked up at Gong Chen, calm and unfazed, she knew all too well who she had been involved with in “messy things,” and he, by saying nothing, was conceding to Song Wanqiu’s defamation.

Lin Zhiyi sneered, pulling Liu He along: “Mom, Mr. Zhao, let’s go.”

Zhao Cheng politely said goodbye and then opened the car door for Lin Zhiyi and Liu He.

After getting into the car,
Lin Zhiyi received a message from Mr. Wu.

“Zhiyi, sorry, the Third Young Master intervened and got the school to give Song Wanqiu an extra spot in the competition.”

“I got it.”

She clenched her phone; the result was not unexpected.

Still, she felt breathless and powerless, as if struggling in a vortex yet unable to grasp any strength.

She thought she had gained one step ahead.

But she was still pressed down firmly.

How long would fate continue to mock her?

Upon reaching the restaurant.

Zhao Cheng, the gentleman, pulled out a chair for Lin Zhiyi and also ordered her a cup of hot mulled wine tea.

“You’ve seemed down, are you not feeling well? The hot mulled wine tea could dispel some of the chill.”

“Thank you.”

A gentle man always brings a little more favor.

Lin Zhiyi smiled with a nod, and she gradually relaxed.

Seeing this, Liu He beamed: “Young Master Zhao, my Zhiyi is just a bit reserved, don’t mind her.”

“No, Miss Lin is very nice, and… very beautiful.”

Zhao Cheng’s gaze fixated on Lin Zhiyi’s face with a gentle smile.

Lin Zhiyi felt uncomfortable and lowered her head to drink her tea.

After dinner, Liu He saw that Zhao Cheng was very pleased and smiled even wider.

She pretends to take a phone call and excused herself, “Zhiyi, your uncle needs me for something, so I will head back first. You two go watch a movie together, get to know each other a bit more.”

Before Lin Zhiyi could refuse, Liu He had already gotten into her car and left.

Left without a choice, she turned around to see Zhao Cheng and apologized, “I’m sorry, but I think it’s better for us to be clear. This arranged date wasn’t my idea.”

Zhao Cheng chuckled, “Me neither, but the Second Madam assigned us this task. Let’s still go watch a movie—it can serve as an explanation to both our parents.”

Hearing Zhao Cheng say this, Lin Zhiyi agreed without giving it much thought.

When Zhao Cheng was booking the tickets, he casually asked while browsing on his phone, “Miss Lin, where do you live? I’ll see if there’s a movie theater near your place, so it’ll be convenient for you to get back later.”

Lin Zhiyi saw that Zhao Cheng was always very gentlemanly and considerate, so she answered truthfully, “I’m currently staying on campus, as long as I can get back before ten o’clock, it’s fine.”

“Alright. It’s booked.”

Zhao Cheng booked the tickets promptly.

Lin Zhiyi didn’t want to take advantage, “How much is it? I’ll pay you.”

Zhao Cheng looked at her, “Are you really going to refuse my hospitality?”

Lin Zhiyi changed her offer, “Then let me buy you a drink.”

After they agreed, it wasn’t until they were about to enter the theater that Zhao Cheng realized he chose the wrong time.

Instead of seven twenty, he had picked eight twenty.

With the movie lasting for over an hour, the timing to return to the campus was going to be very tight.

Lin Zhiyi wanted to find an excuse to avoid watching the movie, but Zhao Cheng spoke first.

“This place isn’t far from your school. I’ll drive you there after the movie, we’ll make it in time. Otherwise, our families will start asking questions again.”

Lin Zhiyi, thinking of the way Liu He urged her to find a man to rely on, nodded reluctantly.

She was going to be busy with a competition and really didn’t want to listen to Liu He going on about finding a man for support.

Once in the theater, what was being shown didn’t matter to Lin Zhiyi; she checked the time occasionally, afraid of missing the deadline to return to campus.

As soon as the movie ended, Lin Zhiyi urged Zhao Cheng to leave.

On the way back to the school, Zhao Cheng seemed to always stop at red lights, or so it appeared to Lin Zhiyi.

Watching the time slip by, she couldn’t help but become anxious.

Zhao Cheng still wore a smile, “No need to hurry.”

They made it in the last two minutes.

Zhao Cheng parked the car in the lot outside of the campus, and Lin Zhiyi immediately pulled at the car door, only to hear a click—the car had been locked again.

She tugged hard at the handle, but couldn’t open the door, turning to face Zhao Cheng’s gentle smile.

It was the same smile, but his eyes had no warmth; he licked his lips with an indecent gleam in his eyes.

Lin Zhiyi didn’t dare delay and quickly took out her phone.

She warned him, “Unlock the car, or I’m calling the police right now!”

Zhao Cheng let out a cold laugh, in no hurry, and simply reached out to touch the car’s screen.

“Take another look at your phone.”

Lin Zhiyi glanced at her phone screen, which had full signal a moment ago, and it had suddenly become a useless brick.

A signal jammer.

The car had now become a sealed space.

Seeing Zhao Cheng’s composed smile, Lin Zhiyi knew this was definitely not his first time doing something like this.

Lin Zhiyi couldn’t care less and started pounding on the car window.

“Help! Help!”

With so many cars in the parking lot, surely someone could help her!

Almost at the same time, the lights of a nearby car turned on, the luxury car’s sheen as prestigious in the moonlight as its owner.

Like Gong Chen himself.

Lin Zhiyi looked at Gong Chen in the car as if seeing a savior.

She shouted, “Third Young Master! Third Young Master!”

But in the next second, a pair of delicate hands climbed onto Gong Chen’s shoulders, pushing him toward the car door.

It was Song Wanqiu.

She kissed Gong Chen deeply.

Ignoring Lin Zhiyi’s cries for help, the car drove away just like that.

Lin Zhiyi’s breathing suddenly seized, and as she attempted to call for help again, Zhao Cheng covered her mouth from behind.

Muffled whimpers escaped her…
She couldn’t breathe, could only watch helplessly as Gong Chen’s car drove away, taking romance with it.