Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight-Chapter 56 - Not as Good as a Meal with Song Wanqiu

Chapter 56: Chapter 56 Not as Good as a Meal with Song Wanqiu

Chapter 56 -56 Not as Good as a Meal with Song Wanqiu

On the other end of the phone, Song Wanqiu laughed carelessly.

“What do I want? It’s no wonder you have no self-awareness, how could a woman of such a low birth like your mother possibly raise a good daughter? She even taught you to be nothing but a whore who only knows how to seduce men. Shouldn’t I, as the future Third Madam, tidy up the family’s atmosphere?”

“You like to snatch things so much, I’ll let you have it. Just spit it all back out!”

“Now you know the pain? Slut! You deserve all of this!”

Song Wanqiu burst into laughter, wishing those harsh words could become the sharpest knives to flay Lin Zhiyi over and over.

Where was the calm and elegant demeanor of the woman the public usually saw?

Lin Zhiyi’s eyes drooped, and she said coldly, “You’ve said so much, but you still haven’t said what you actually want.”

“It’s simple. Give up entering Xue Man’s Studio, and I will treat you and… your mother well in the future.”

Song Wanqiu’s freshly manicured nails carelessly clicked against the phone screen, making a clattering sound.

There was disdain mixed with a threat.

“Song Wanqiu, I won’t agree.”

“You really won’t shed a tear until you see the coffin, just take a good look at your mother’s pathetic state!”

Instantly, several pings followed.

Lin Zhiyi’s phone buzzed as she opened the photos sent by Song Wanqiu—pictures of her mother being forced to kneel on the ground and fed rotten steamed buns.

There were also photos of Gong Shiyan being thrown into a pile of garbage.

However, Song Wanqiu was cautious and retracted the photos after sending them.

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Just the thought of those scenes twisted Lin Zhiyi’s heart like a knife.

She bit down on her lip, lowered her eyelids to hide all her emotions, even her tone of voice changed repeatedly.

“Song Wanqiu, this is between us; you shouldn’t involve my mom and uncle. Uncle is the old man’s son, and although my mom may come from humble beginnings, she is nonetheless recognized by the Gong Family as the Second Madam.”

“She has been cautious and discreet all these years in the Gong Family and hasn’t done anything wrong. By doing this, you’re not only making it difficult for Third Young Master but also slapping the old man and the Gong Family in the face.”

As soon as her words ended, laughter erupted on the other end of the call.

It was intermingled with Mrs. Song’s derisive snort, “Really thinks quite highly of herself.”

While laughing, Song Wanqiu taunted, “Lin Zhiyi, it seems you’re really out of options, resorting to using those two good-for-nothings to preach! Remember this, the Gong Family belongs to Third Young Master and me, the Third Madam. What are they? Even the old man will have to look to us for approval in the future!”

“If you don’t want the photos of your mom and Second Young Master to spread all over Jing City and become a joke, then just behave.”

Lin Zhiyi choked up, “Don’t hurt my mom and uncle, and don’t send out the photos. Otherwise, how are my mom and uncle supposed to face anyone? What about the Gong Family?”

“So what if I do? Just you all alone? I’m Third Young Master’s fiancée, who would dare to touch me?”

Song Wanqiu exuded arrogance.

But the thought of Gong Chen’s intimate actions with Lin Zhiyi, while she could only be alone in an empty room, filled her with hate!

Why should it be Lin Zhiyi?

She spoke venomously, “Lin Zhiyi, stop resisting. If you fight me, you stand no chance.”

Beep beep beep… the phone clicked off.

Lin Zhiyi stared at her phone screen, her eyes dark and dim.

Suddenly, Liu He began to have a nightmare in her deep sleep.

“Don’t! I won’t eat it! Let me go! Ugh…”

Liu He vomited again, but what came out was just a pool of sour water, and she continued to retch nonstop.

Lin Zhiyi called for the doctor in panic.

After the doctor gave her an injection to soothe her stomach, she gradually calmed down.

But Lin Zhiyi stood by, her complexion pale, helpless and in pain, gripping her own hand tightly, using the pain to calm herself down.

She turned and left the sickroom, picking up her phone to call the police.

“Hello, I want to report a…”

Before she could finish, her phone was snatched from behind.

Lin Zhiyi turned around and collided with Gong Chen’s cold gaze.

“Don’t call the police.”

His voice carried an irresistible authority.

Under the incandescent light, his dark eyes shone against his beautiful and dangerous face, coercion emanating from him.

Lin Zhiyi clenched her fists, her shoulders trembling, her face pale with a tinge of blue, expending all her energy to ask that question with restraint, “Why? Just because they are from the Song Family? Do we deserve this?”

“Why is it always me who gets sacrificed after something happens?”

“One time, two times…”

Gong Chen was silent, his gaze eerily calm.

Lin Zhiyi, hysterical like a madman, lowered her gaze, staring at the tips of their shoes.

A pair of sneakers, a pair of handcrafted leather shoes of the elite, destined never to cross paths.

She mockingly laughed at herself, seeing herself as an overambitious mayfly shaking a mighty tree.

“Fine, I won’t call the police. I hope Uncle never regrets today’s decision.”

She snatched back her phone and strode into the hospital room, slamming the door behind her with force.

Chen Jin, who had seen Lin Zhiyi off, frowned and approached, “Third Young Master, should we explain to Miss Lin…”

“No need.”

As soon as he spoke, Gong Chen’s phone rang—it was Song Wanqiu.

He narrowed his eyes and did not pick up, turning instead to instruct Chen Jin, “Continue with the tasks I’ve assigned you.”

“Yes.”

…

Liu He continued to sleep peacefully, while Lin Zhiyi, carrying fatigue, dared not shut her eyes.

Suddenly, her cheek felt warm—a cup of hot milk was presented before her.

She looked up to find, to her surprise, Gong Yan.

“Big brother,” she weakly called out, her body going somewhat limp.

“Zhiyi, what’s wrong?”

Gong Yan quickly reached out to embrace Lin Zhiyi.

She rubbed her head and muttered, “My foot’s asleep.”

“Zhiyi, I’m sorry, I’m late again.”

Gong Yan stuffed the milk into her hands with an apologetic air.

Lin Zhiyi shook her head and took a deep gulp of milk without a word.

Gong Yan watched her for a while, then whispered, “Did Second Uncle and Second Aunt come to any harm? Uncle told Grandfather that they drank too much and accidentally got injured.”

Upon hearing this, Lin Zhiyi spilled a good half of her milk.

She looked incredulously at Gong Yan, her voice muffled, “Uncle… really said that?”

“Yes, Mrs. Song and Song Wanqiu are coming to the Gong Family for dinner tomorrow. My mom went to show Grandfather tomorrow’s menu, and he mentioned it in passing. That’s when I hurried over.”

Lin Zhiyi wanted to pretend she didn’t care, but she couldn’t help but lose her composure, her eyes turning icy.

The humiliation they endured was nothing compared to a meal with Song Wanqiu.

In order to ensure that tomorrow’s dinner went ahead as planned, Gong Chen actually spread such a lie.

Tears fell one by one, and the devastated self could no longer stand strong.

“Zhiyi, what’s wrong?”

Gong Yan held her tightly and gently patted her back, unsure of what to do.

Comfort in a moment of grievance was most lethal—she couldn’t think and just hugged Gong Yan instinctively.

“Big brother…”

“It’s okay, it’s okay, Second Uncle and your mom are unharmed, right? Don’t cry, big brother’s here,” Gong Yan soothed her in a low voice, full of tenderness.

Outside.

Gong Chen watched this scene, turned away, and left, his body chilled to the bone, which even made the usually close Chen Jin hesitate to approach.

…

After crying for a while, Lin Zhiyi sniffled and felt a bit embarrassed.

“Big brother, thank you.”

“Don’t think too much about it. So, about tomorrow’s meal, are you all still going?”

Gong Yan looked at the sleeping Liu He on the bed with a hint of concern.

Lin Zhiyi wiped away her tears, her gaze full of determination.

“Yes, we’re definitely going.”

After chatting for a while and seeing Gong Yan out, Lin Zhiyi didn’t return to the hospital room but walked toward a certain place.

She pushed the door open, and there was Li Huan, on duty, washing his hands when suddenly, a chill crept up his spine.

He turned around, and the pale face nearly scared him to death!

“Lin, Lin Zhiyi?”

“Doctor Li Huanhuan, I need to talk to you about something.”

“Wait a minute… how do you know the name Li Huanhuan?”