Reborn to outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight

Chapter 19: Chapter 19 Evidence Chapter 19: Chapter 19 Evidence Lin Zhiyi’s calmness surprised everyone.

The most marginalized person in the Gong Family was no longer timid or spoke with her head down.

She just stood on stage, fighting for herself.

Her gaze was clear and resolute, sweeping over Gong Chen’s indifferent and dangerous expression, without any hint of retreating.

As the situation reversed, all cameras turned to Journalist Chen and Song Wanqiu.

Journalist Chen, feeling uneasy, subconsciously looked at Song Wanqiu.

Song Wanqiu frowned slightly and passed him a look.

Journalist Chen defended loudly, “Miss Lin, you can’t defame Miss Song and me just because I’ve asked you a few questions, can you?”

Song Wanqiu’s eyes reddened as she said, “Zhiyi, I know you were angry that the school fought for a competition slot for me, and I just wanted an apology. I had already agreed to settle with the police. If you insist on this, then I will withdraw. I just ask you to stop making a scene; it’s making it difficult for the Gong Family and Third Young Master.”

Retreating in order to advance was Song Wanqiu’s most common tactic.

Paired with her gentle and pretty face, it always triggered others’ protective instincts.

The people around looked at Song Wanqiu with approval.

Song Wanqiu leaned slightly towards Gong Chen, her voice filled with grievance: “Third Young Master, don’t mind it; I think Zhiyi just wants to win over me too much.”

Hearing this, Gong Chen looked emotionlessly at Lin Zhiyi.

Lin Zhiyi was long accustomed to his coldness and simply looked back at him unaffected.

She took two steps forward on the stage and asked, “So do you mean that Journalist Chen and Miss Song don’t know each other at all and have never met?”

Journalist Chen confirmed confidently, “Of course, if I had seen a woman as beautiful and elegant as Miss Song, I definitely would not have forgotten her.”

Song Wanqiu pretended to ponder for a moment before responding carefully and cautiously, “We haven’t met; we don’t know each other at all.”

No sooner had her words fallen than Liu He, who was always afraid of death, burst out for the sake of Lin Zhiyi.

“Nonsense! You two have been colluding behind the scenes. All those online reports about my daughter framing Song Wanqiu are your schemes.”

Song Wanqiu looked startled for an instant, then choked up, “Second Madam, even if you want to save your daughter, you can’t just make baseless accusations. How will you face everyone in the Gong Family like this?”

Liu He glared at Song Wanqiu, realizing that she was calling her a green tea bitch and publicly mocking her lack of status in the Gong Family.

Without wasting words, she directly pulled out a USB drive from her bag.

“Song Wanqiu, you say you don’t know this journalist? Then how come you both spent an hour in the VIP room of a luxury store? Whenever this journalist comes out, within a day there’s a ton of negative news about you online. Oh right, those accounts slandering you—I’ve reported all of them, and the people have confessed; they did it because they were paid by this journalist. Isn’t that strange?”

“What… what?”

Song Wanqiu’s face turned pale, visibly whitening.

She reached out to grab the USB drive from Liu He’s hand but was beaten to it by Lin Zhiyi.

Lin Zhiyi didn’t give anyone time to think and immediately played the surveillance footage on the screen.

The video clearly showed the two entering the luxury store’s VIP area one after another, chatting happily, and parting with a smile as if they had achieved some purpose.

Lin Zhiyi looked at Journalist Chen sarcastically and said, “Journalist Chen, this is where you’re wrong. Are you saying you don’t recognize Miss Song because she’s not beautiful or elegant enough?”

Journalist Chen went stiff, his usually eloquent tongue faltered, opening and closing his mouth, unable to find a single reason to retaliate.

Because the footage was too clear, and Lin Zhiyi had not played the audio, it was clear she was holding back.

If he continued to argue, once the audio was released, he would undoubtedly be blacklisted in the industry.

Song Wanqiu understood the same truth.

The audio was like a dangling sword above her head, preventing her from acting rashly.

However, the questioning gaze of the crowd was quickly overwhelming Song Wanqiu. If she didn’t provide a reason, the image she had maintained would collapse completely.

Song Wanqiu pursed her lips, a gleam of determination flashing in her eyes as she coaxed, “Zhiyi, haven’t you forgotten something? We’re discussing you inciting someone to harm me. I’m giving you the chance to stand here and apologize, as a means to reconcile. Only by reconciling can you avoid trouble.”

Playing the victim card was useless now; she had switched to threats.

Unfortunately for her, she was wrong again.

Lin Zhiyi turned to the female officer.

The officer spoke gravely, “Miss Song, we investigated the man who intended to harm you. He has no criminal record, only a daughter who needs money for medical treatment. We examined his account and found a sum that matched the cost of the surgery transferred from an overseas account. It’s only a matter of time before we determine whose account that is, but we can confidently tell everyone here that Miss Lin does not have any overseas accounts under her name.”

“Therefore, Miss Lin has been falsely accused.”

Upon hearing this, Song Wanqiu was left biting her lip in frustrated silence.

Reluctantly, she turned her gaze toward Zhao Cheng.

With Zhao Cheng battered like this, he naturally wouldn’t want Lin Zhiyi to walk away scot-free.

As expected, Zhao Cheng struggled to his feet and scornfully said, “Lin Zhiyi, even if you have gathered so much evidence, it won’t clear your name as a deceitful woman. If you do not apologize, the Zhao Family will never let you off the hook.”

“Look at what she did to me! It was she who agreed to have dinner and watch a movie with me, even hinting that she wouldn’t be able to return to school after ten o’clock.”

“Tell me, isn’t a woman who speaks to a man like that essentially agreeing to sleep with him?”

“Yet just because I didn’t give her luxury brands and money, she treated me like this.”

Zhao Cheng played the victim, airing his grievances in front of the cameras, then casting a contemptuous sidelong glance at Lin Zhiyi’s entire being.

He had long since made arrangements with the Gong Family, confident that Lin Zhiyi wouldn’t dare defy them.

Watching Zhao Cheng’s performance, Lin Zhiyi felt a strong sense of humiliation burning in her heart, causing her excruciating pain.

In full view of everyone, she was torn apart, scrutinized in her fractured state.

Raising her eyes, she met Gong Chen’s indifferent gaze.

See, this is the person with whom you want me to reconcile? Is this the business you secured using me?

Lin Zhiyi lowered her gaze, enduring in silence.

After all, she had been coerced into signing the settlement, effectively admitting to all the slanders.

Suddenly, the policewoman approached Zhao Cheng.

“Mr. Zhao, it seems you haven’t seen the news online. Many victims have come forward and provided evidence that you assaulted them in your car. Save some energy; you will have a lot to talk about very soon.”

“You, you… nonsense! They wouldn’t dare!” Zhao Cheng panicked and inadvertently gave himself away.

“Now they dare.”

The policewoman handed Zhao Cheng a pair of handcuffs.

Zhao Cheng tried to struggle and flee, but as he ran past Gong Chen, he somehow was sent flying and slammed into a wall, looking utterly disheveled.

Lin Zhiyi, watching this unfold, felt a sense of relief and loudly stated, “Mr. Zhao, you should learn to understand what people say—no means no, it’s not an invitation to persist.”

Zhao Cheng was dragged out.

Suddenly, the surroundings fell silent, and everyone’s eyes were fixated on Lin Zhiyi.

Questions, appraisals, curiosity…
And the disapproving gaze of Old Mr. Gong.

Lin Zhiyi turned to pick up the microphone, her slender silhouette under the lights growing increasingly pale.

She lifted her face slightly, her eyes shimmering with moisture, as if in self-mockery, as if a survivor of a calamity.

Her stunning, ethereal beauty was devoid of color, as if ready to shatter at any second.

Yet she smiled faintly, “Today, I want to thank someone.”