Reborn to outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight

Chapter 30: Chapter 30 Uncle, Help Me Chapter 30: Chapter 30 Uncle, Help Me She pursed her lips and, without waiting for his kiss, she tip-toed and bit down where there was already a bite mark.

Gong Chen didn’t feel any pain, just a slight annoyance as he let out a soft tsk.

Even as the healing wound started to bleed again, he didn’t care.

It was only when Lin Zhiyi stopped biting and started sucking that his eyes darkened a shade deeper.

So that’s how it is.

Lin Zhiyi let go of his neck, and murmured angrily, “Maybe you should think about how you’re going to explain this to Song Wanqiu.”

Gong Chen turned his head to look in the mirror, eyeing the bite mark covered by a kiss, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

“Do you belong to the dog family?”

“…”

Lin Zhiyi turned her face away; amid the steam, her eyelashes clung to droplets of water, and a stubbornness seeped into her drenched eyes.

It was tempting to not let go.

He carelessly wiped his neck and warned her in a low voice, “Stay away from Gong Yan.”

Lin Zhiyi didn’t respond.

Gong Chen’s ring-clad hand stroked her chest, barely missing crossing the boundary…

“Hmm?”

“I got it.”

She hadn’t wanted to implicate Gong Yan in the first place.

Gong Chen stepped back, pointing to the bathtub, “Go soak.”

Lin Zhiyi didn’t understand what he meant, but then realized that the tub was already filled with warm water.

Had he prepared the water beforehand?

Before she could speak, Song Wanqiu’s hand was already vigorously turning the doorknob.

Even though Gong Chen had locked the door, she apparently found a key somewhere and was unlocking it.

Lin Zhiyi’s nerves were frayed, and her body trembled uncontrollably.

Just as the door was about to open, Gong Chen pulled her and walked out directly through the door.

“What’s up?”

As he spoke, he closed the door behind him and took the key out.

Only then did Lin Zhiyi breathe a sigh of relief, almost collapsing onto the floor.

She leaned against the wall and pulled a clean towel around herself tightly, only to see her flushed body in the mirror.

She couldn’t help but clutch at the towel over her chest.

Suddenly, she thought of something, and her heart lurched.

Her belongings!

Right at that moment, Song Wanqiu’s considerate voice came from outside the door.

“Third Young Master, let me tidy up for you.”

Lin Zhiyi couldn’t care less, turned around, and gently turned the doorknob.

Quietly, the door cracked open a sliver.

Lin Zhiyi’s heart pounded wildly as she peered out, crouching down.

At just a glance, she saw Gong Chen emanating a layer of steam, looking at her with amusement.

Meanwhile, Song Wanqiu stood by the bed with her back to the bathroom, contemplating how to close the distance between them.

Seeing that she was about to pull back the covers, Lin Zhiyi frantically gestured at Gong Chen, pointing at the bed a couple of times.

Her panties were in there!

She was used to washing her panties separately, so she had dried them separately last night.

She had meant to go to her room to change, but fell asleep exhausted on the bed, still clutching her underwear.

Now it was definitely in the bed.

Song Wanqiu was bound to see it if she just tidied up a bit.

Gong Chen appeared as if he hadn’t seen Lin Zhiyi at all, merely drying himself with a towel, the steam dissipating to reveal his clearly defined abs and the taut lines of his waist, both abstinent and enchanting.

Lin Zhiyi didn’t have the luxury to appreciate the view, desperately signaling him, so frantic she didn’t notice her towel was slipping down a bit.

A glimpse of her chest was barely exposed.

Gong Chen’s gaze stirred, his Adam’s apple bobbed twice, but his posture remained lazily fixed on her, as if waiting for something.

Lin Zhiyi bit her lip, knowing he was doing this on purpose!

Feeling helpless, she silently mouthed, “Uncle, help me.”

Almost simultaneously, Song Wanqiu flipped back the quilt and caught a glimpse of something pink.

But in an instant, the quilt was pressed down again.

“I need to change my clothes, leave, please.”

Seeing this, Lin Zhiyi exhaled in relief, only to see Song Wanqiu staring hard at the mark on Gong Chen’s neck.

She couldn’t help but speak out impatiently, “Third Young Master, your neck…”

Hearing this, Lin Zhiyi perked up with curiosity; she was eager to see how Gong Chen would respond to being interrogated by his beloved woman.

Stealing a glance, she fell straight into a pair of pitch-black eyes, making her inexplicably feel a sense of aggression and danger.

Gong Chen looked at her, his touch on the mark unhurried and light, “Bumped it.”

Lin Zhiyi felt a burn up her spine, quickly closed the door, and leaned against it, gasping for breath.

Outside the door.

Song Wanqiu was shocked; it was the first time Gong Chen had brushed her off so perfunctorily.

“Is there a problem?” Gong Chen’s eyes drooped, his slightly disheveled hair fell across his forehead, adding a bit of roguishness.

“No.”

Song Wanqiu smiled obediently and turned to leave the bedroom.

Her hurried footsteps revealed her restlessness; she was well aware that the noise she had overheard through the door was definitely not made by one person alone.

That woman was in the bathroom!

And Gong Chen was actually covering for her!

Who could it be?

A ferocious glint flashed in Song Wanqiu’s eyes as she caught sight of a corner peeking out from behind the sofa.

She quickly advanced and saw clearly what it was.

A woman’s handbag.

Lin Zhiyi’s!

Again, her!

Song Wanqiu, infuriated and forgetful of her image, marched forward and kicked the bag, spilling its contents all over the place.

She looked down at the items on the floor, her gaze transforming.

Anyway, Lin Zhiyi, the cripple, would have no use for them now!

…

Lin Zhiyi listened to Song Wanqiu’s retreating footsteps, quietly opened the door, and found the man leaning against the doorframe, toying with something small in his hand.

Her cheeks blushed as she reached out to snatch it but was pressed against the door by the man instead.

Steam from the bathroom enveloped them, quickly heightening their body temperature, with a hint of ambiguity now in the air.

He leaned close to her, “Say what you just said.”

The man’s scorching breath wrapped around Lin Zhiyi.

She clamped her lips shut in struggle, her hair instantly disheveled and damp, sticking to her blushing cheeks like the most lustrous ruby.

Appealing yet provokingly tempting to ravage.

Gong Chen pinched her chin, kissed her forcefully, easily prying apart her stubborn lips.

“Mhm.”

“Say it.” Gong Chen’s hand languidly stroked Lin Zhiyi’s leg, even daring to venture further.

Lin Zhiyi glared at him, thinking he had gone mad, Song Wanqiu was just outside!

But he was indeed capable of anything.

She bit her swollen lips, gritted her teeth, and said, “Uncle, help me.”

“Help with what?” The man breathed lightly.

Lin Zhiyi’s cheeks burned even redder as she watched him hook her underwear.

“Not as a precedent.”

Gong Chen stuffed the underwear into her hand.

Lin Zhiyi clutched the item tightly and retreated into the bathroom.

By the time she had had her bath and came out, Gong Chen and Song Wanqiu were already gone.

She looked at the disheveled bed, quickly dressed, and ran off.

In the car.

As Song Wanqiu pondered how to explain her presence in the house, Gong Chen dialed the Gong Mansion phone.

The butler answered the call: “Third Young Master.”

“The maid in charge of the tea room is fired.”

“What happened?”

“She can’t even distinguish the teas, why keep her?”

“Yes.”

After hanging up the call, Song Wanqiu didn’t even dare to breathe heavily.

The tea was changed by the maid upon her request because she liked drinking that type of tea and knew that Lin Zhiyi detested it.

She clenched her fist, unsure whether Gong Chen had made the call deliberately for her to hear.

She couldn’t fathom what the man before her was thinking.

Arriving at school.

Song Wanqiu didn’t drag her heels getting out of the car as usual but hurriedly exited the vehicle.

Gong Chen didn’t mind; he simply instructed the driver to leave.