Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight-Chapter 61 - Is He Really That Good

Chapter 61: Chapter 61 Is He Really That Good?

Chapter 61 -61 Is He Really That Good?

Lin Zhiyi didn’t believe Gong Chen would be so bold in front of her at the Gong Family estate, let alone in front of Gong Yan.

So she simply ignored his words and continued to struggle in secret to free herself from her restraints.

As she looked up, she collided with Gong Chen’s ink-black eyes, carrying an invasive and dangerous aura.

Only when his dark eyes grew clearer did she realize that Gong Chen was getting closer, not caring at all that Gong Yan was standing opposite, watching them both.

In the end, Lin Zhiyi panicked, pushing against the encroaching body with her hand and nodding vigorously.

Indicating she agreed to go with him.

Gong Chen stopped and lifted his hand to remove the leaves tangled in her hair.

His voice remained indifferent, “You had something.”

It was then that Lin Zhiyi realized she had been tricked. Her nose wrinkled, but she was helpless.

She could only turn to look at Gong Yan, “Big brother, I have something else to attend to, so I’ll be leaving first.”

Gong Yan smiled slightly, “Go on with your work, and remember to rest.”

“Thank you, big brother.”

After speaking, Lin Zhiyi took the opportunity to slip away.

Gong Chen didn’t follow immediately but turned his gaze to Gong Yan, his deep eyes seemingly bottomless.

“Do you have something else?”

“Nothing, Uncle,” Gong Yan slightly lowered his eyes, grinning as he spoke.

“Hmm.”

It was only after Gong Chen left that Gong Yan slowly raised his eyes, staring in the direction the two had departed.

A breeze stirred, carrying his inscrutable gaze with it.

…

Lin Zhiyi walked briskly forward and accidentally stepped on a protruding cobblestone. Her already injured foot twisted yet again, causing her such pain that she sat down on the ground, clutching her ankle.

“Who’s trying to kill you?”

Gong Chen’s voice, tinged with amusement, sounded from behind her.

Lin Zhiyi looked up at the man approaching like an eclipse, glaring straight at him.

Wasn’t it him?

The dew of a night’s ordeal had been resolved, and she had shown him the report confirming she wasn’t pregnant.

What more did he want?

Lin Zhiyi frowned, tried to get up to leave, but the pain struck as soon as she put weight on her foot.

The man’s arm swept up lightly, lifting her securely into his arms.

Lin Zhiyi exclaimed, “You… put me down! People will see!”

“When you were going mad, you weren’t afraid? And now you are?” Gong Chen pinched Lin Zhiyi’s side as he spoke.

Her body went numb, and she slumped into his embrace, her cheeks also warming up by two degrees.

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Gong Chen looked down at her for a few seconds, fully aware of her sensitive spots – a light touch was all it took for her to blush uncontrollably.

Under the sunlight, her skin glowed with a slight flush, like fine jade slowly revealing its perfect texture.

Gong Chen narrowed his eyes, his breathing grew tighter, and he quickened his steps involuntarily.

Lin Zhiyi fought in vain, and not daring to call out loudly for help, she shrank her neck in fear of being seen by members of the Gong Family.

When she came back to her senses, she found herself being carried into Gong Chen’s separate courtyard.

She was blankly set down on a Hai Nan Yellow Rosewood sofa, with a screen worth seven million yuan behind her.

The entire space was appropriately minimalist, grand and lofty, yet carried a subdued and reserved ambiance.

Even a dangerous and cold figure like Gong Chen, clad in a suit, didn’t seem out of place; rather, he exuded an imperial air.

But…

As far as Lin Zhiyi knew, Gong Chen disliked others visiting his private courtyard, even the cleaning staff were personally selected by him.

She’d been at the Gong Family home for so long, always pretending to pass by outside the courtyard, secretly checking if he was there.

Thinking of her former girlish fantasies, Lin Zhiyi felt a bit foolish.

Just then, a sharp pain shot through her foot, and she looked down in astonishment.

Unknowingly, Gong Chen had removed her shoes and socks.

“Uncle Gong, what are you doing? This is very uncomfortable!”

Lin Zhiyi instinctively drew back her foot, but he didn’t mind holding her dirty sole.

The warmth of his palm was high, pressing against her skin; even though she didn’t want to admit it, her body was honest.

The warmth was so comfortable that her toes uncontrollably wriggled twice.

Gong Chen held her foot, his finger pads rubbing against the skin on the top of her foot with some force, causing a sensation that was both painful and ticklish.

He teased, “Uncomfortable?”

Lin Zhiyi bit her lip and said nothing.

Gong Chen took out a spray from the medicine box and applied it a few times to her somewhat reddened ankle, then patched it up with plasters.

Lin Zhiyi silently watched him, not understanding why he was doing this.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind.

Song Wanqiu.

Gong Chen had promised Song Wanqiu he would stop the recording from spreading.

Almost as soon as she thought of this, the man before her spoke up.

His voice was deep, devoid of any warmth.

“Lin Zhiyi, having the recording won’t help you.”

All at once, Lin Zhiyi felt a chill run through her body, and even her feet, which were just warmed, felt cold.

She looked down at the man squatting before her, astoundingly handsome yet completely unruffled.

It was as if he was discussing a business deal he was confident about.

Whether it was the ointment’s effect or not, her ankle hurt so much it made tiny beads of sweat form on her forehead.

She bit her inner lip and said lightly, “So what then?”

Gong Chen looked up, meeting her eyes, and even as he squatted, his domineering presence made it hard to breathe.

Black pupils surrounded by a halo, both deep and dangerous.

“Destroy it.”

It wasn’t a question; it was a command.

After speaking, he took out a disinfectant wipe to clean his hands, as though certain Lin Zhiyi would agree.

“Do you know what the recording means to me? If Song Wanqiu dares to do this today, won’t she dare tomorrow? If I don’t protect myself…”

“She won’t.” Gong Chen frowned and cut her off.

“…”

Lin Zhiyi’s breathing became staggered, knowing there was no need to continue.

She tried to control her emotions and spoke in a softer tone, “I’m not going to delete it! Thanks, Uncle Gong, I’m leaving.”

She looked down, quickly putting on her shoes and socks, and as she stood up, the fresh flowers on her ear seemed about to fall, so she instinctively reached up to adjust them.

Such a subtle gesture, but to Gong Chen, it was irritating.

He reached out to pick it.

Slap!

Lin Zhiyi fiercely slapped his hand away, with the sound echoing throughout the living room.

She tried to run past Gong Chen, but he firmly restrained her from behind, with his other hand accurately placing it over her neck.

His long fingers paused on her pulsing artery for a moment.

Lin Zhiyi’s body stiffened, feeling as though in the next second he would slit her throat.

The man behind her leaned in close, his hot breath by her ear.

“How many times now? Your temper is getting worse. I warned you before to stay away from Gong Yan, is he really that good?”

His oppressive presence enveloped Lin Zhiyi like vines, seeming to devour her if she answered a single word wrong.

But this time, Lin Zhiyi didn’t want to be forced into saying things she didn’t want to.

She shouted, “Yes! Big brother is great! Really good! Exceptionally good… Ah!”

Lin Zhiyi’s voice suddenly stopped mid-yell, turning into a cry of alarm, but she was unable to move.

Gong Chen, this madman, had actually…