Reborn to outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight

Chapter 12: Chapter 12 He Knows Everything Chapter 12: Chapter 12 He Knows Everything Lin Zhiyi was dragged backward by Zhao Cheng, and as her consciousness blurred, she clenched her fists tightly, her fingertips digging into her palms, igniting pain that snapped her thoughts back into focus.

She had to save herself!

Lin Zhiyi steadied herself by gripping the door handle, her eyes scanning for something that could aid her escape.

The crystal ornament on the dashboard presented an opportunity.

But as she reached for it, she always fell just short.

Gritting her teeth to resist Zhao Cheng’s force, her fingertips eventually made contact with the crystal ornament.

The moment she snatched it from the anti-slip mat, she hurled it backwards with all her strength.

With a thud, Zhao Cheng groaned and let go of Lin Zhiyi.

Seizing the chance, Lin Zhiyi pressed the car door unlock button and tumbled out of the vehicle.

On this autumn night, the moon shone like a ribbon of silk, yet the wind scraped against Lin Zhiyi’s body like a sharp blade.

She struggled to run forward.

After only a couple of steps, the person behind her grabbed her neck; she bit down hard to resist, but he caught her hair and smashed her head against the car door.

Dizzy, she collapsed, and Zhao Cheng took the opportunity to stuff her into the back seat.

Zhao Cheng stood at the car door, gasping for breath, carelessly wiping the blood from his forehead, his eyes devoid of the warmth and consideration they held before.

He hissed, “If it weren’t for your beauty, I couldn’t be bothered to talk to you, dining out, watching movies—it means you’re agreeing to what comes next! Now you want to leave? Are you playing me?”

Lin Zhiyi refused to resign herself to fate, struggling fiercely, kicking and thrashing to keep Zhao Cheng away.

But Zhao Cheng took the chance to grab her ankle, slip off her high heel, and began to stroke her foot, moving upwards.

Lin Zhiyi instantly felt as though there were a snake slithering over her skin, sending chills all over her body.

She kicked several times, attempting to withdraw her feet, but this only gave Zhao Cheng the chance to force them apart.

With a triumphant grin, Zhao Cheng wedged himself between Lin Zhiyi’s legs, his body bearing down on her, his hands roaming over her skin near the hem of her skirt.

He inhaled deeply against Lin Zhiyi’s body as if to savor it.

Truly fragrant, truly soft.

Lin Zhiyi was beautiful, bewitchingly so, without being flamboyant, her skin luminous. From the excitement, a blush radiated from beneath her fair skin, like she was slightly intoxicated.

Coupled with her eyes, misty with tears, she was irresistibly alluring.

Any man who saw her would want to pounce and ravage her.

Indeed, lying beneath him, Lin Zhiyi’s body felt softer and more delicate than he imagined.

He chuckled lowly, “Don’t blame me, it was your mother who offered you up. The Gong Family wants to do business with me, and she eagerly presented both you and the deal. Just go along with me, and your family won’t miss out on the benefits. Otherwise, don’t blame me for being rough. You should know what your family amounts to in the eyes of the Gong Family!”

While speaking, he spread Lin Zhiyi’s knees apart with his leg, touched her cheek, and forcefully ripped open her collar, exposing a large expanse of her skin to the moonlight.

Desire filled his eyes as he leaned in for a kiss.

In her dizzy state, Lin Zhiyi saw her handbag that had fallen on the floor mat.

Liu He had given her a small, studded, square leather purse to match her outfit; it was heavy, despite its size being able to fit only a phone.

It was heavy enough to kill someone!

As Zhao Cheng’s hand crept up her skirt, Lin Zhiyi’s eyes flashed ferociously, and she grabbed the bag and smashed it against his head.

“Ah!”

Zhao Cheng clutched his head in agony.

But Lin Zhiyi did not stop; her eyes burned crimson as she struck him once, twice, thrice…

“Lin Zhiyi, I was wrong! I was wrong…”

Lin Zhiyi knew full well he was not apologizing but was afraid.

Reborn into this life, she didn’t want to provoke anyone.

Why couldn’t they leave her alone?

Zhao Cheng’s voice grew weaker, and blood dripped onto her face and body, drop by drop.

Not until he lay completely unconscious beneath the seat did Lin Zhiyi cease her assault.

She tidied her clothes and stumbled out of the car.

As she propped herself up, she could not utter a single word, dragging her blood-soaked and misshapen purse behind her, step by step.

Halfway through, the car lights across from her flashed on.

Lin Zhiyi shielded her eyes, and once they adjusted, she saw Gong Chen descend from his car—an epitome of neatness and cold elegance, a stark contrast to her disheveled state.

Their eyes met, and Gong Chen furrowed his brow.

By the time the siren sounded in the surroundings, Lin Zhiyi regained her senses.

A police officer wearing gloves approached her and extended a hand, “Miss Lin, we need the evidence in your hands.”

“Is he dead?” Lin Zhiyi asked coldly.

“No, he’s been taken for emergency treatment.”

The officer sensed that her mental state was off and replied cautiously.

Lin Zhiyi nodded, but a tense string in her mind remained taut.

It wasn’t until the police placed her bag into the evidence bag that he said an extra sentence.

“Fortunately, the police were called in time.”

Lin Zhiyi caught the important point and turned to ask, “Who called the police?”

The officer glanced at Gong Chen leaning against the car smoking and, not daring to say more, took the evidence and left.

Gong Chen stubbed out his cigarette and walked over with an air of coldness, his pure black suit exuding a sense of abstinence, completely out of place with everything around him,
including Lin Zhiyi herself.

He stopped in front of Lin Zhiyi, scanned the swelling on her forehead, and mocked, “The epitome of talent, are you satisfied now?”

Hearing his words, the tight string in Lin Zhiyi’s mind finally snapped.

Her body reeked of blood, her lips trembling as she looked at him, “You saw me when you were entangled with Song Wanqiu, didn’t you?”

Gong Chen didn’t speak, tacitly acknowledging.

Lin Zhiyi’s body swayed, and she let out a cold laugh, her head bowed as she carelessly wiped the blood on her hands with the hem of her dress.

“Is this the punishment for defying you? To remind me of the consequences of provoking you?”

“What result does the Second Young Master expect?”

“Should I kneel and admit my wrongs? If the Second Young Master likes it that way, you should have said so earlier.”

Lin Zhiyi took two steps back, keeping a distance from Gong Chen.

She bowed deeply, her voice quivering with moisture, and let out a wry smile, “Second Young Master, I was wrong, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have provoked you.”

“Lin Zhiyi.”

Gong Chen’s tone was cold and steely, his complexion instantly darkened like the moonlight tonight, covered by clouds that were oppressively suffocating.

Lin Zhiyi didn’t look at him, wanting to bypass him to go elsewhere.

But her hand was seized by him and forcibly pulled in front of him, his tone hard with a warning, “Stop making a scene.”

Making a scene?

Because she refused to comply? Refused to be the scapegoat in the eye of the storm?

Or because she had loved him?

Did she deserve to be treated this way?

Yes, she did.

She shouldn’t have accepted Liu He’s invitation to dinner, shouldn’t have asked Gong Chen for help.

Lin Zhiyi shook off his hand; her recently straightened collar came loose in an instant.

Her underwear was barely visible, her chest covered in marks left by Zhao Cheng.

Thus exposed before Gong Chen in broad daylight.

Lin Zhiyi didn’t look at him, casually straightened her collar, and stepped aside to avoid his touch as she left.

Turning her back, Lin Zhiyi was engulfed by the chilly wind; fear took over her body, and no matter how tightly she hugged herself, she felt cold.

Suddenly.

“Miss Lin! Call an ambulance!” cried the police officer.

Lin Zhiyi had already collapsed to the ground.

The next second, she was engulfed in a warm embrace.

A faint scent of tobacco mixed with the crispness of cold pine, calm and restrained.

Such a scent had crossed her life,
making it familiar yet frightening.

Lin Zhiyi’s body tensed slightly, and tears involuntarily slid from the corners of her eyes.

Afraid, how could she possibly not be?

In her semi-conscious state, she felt someone caress the corner of her eye, the motion of wiping her tears laden with inquiry.