Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight-Chapter 116 - Scars
Chapter 116: Chapter 116 Scars
Chapter 116 -116 Scars
Lin Zhiyi, under Gong Chen’s lead, found herself reacting honestly; she even swallowed her saliva several times.
Gong Chen hooked his lip and swept a glance at her, “Do you still need teaching?”
Hearing his voice, Lin Zhiyi instantly regained her composure and pretended to be calm, “No need, Uncle is a patient, and I should respect and care for the elderly.”
“I didn’t ask you to explain.” Gong Chen narrowed his eyes.
Lin Zhiyi pursed her lips and quickly unbuttoned his shirt.
Beneath the serious shirt hid a man’s body that was far from ascetic.
His muscles were solid and symmetrical, his abs were clear but not exaggerated, with long legs and a slender waist, the belt just barely resting above the V-line, which incited wanderlust.
Lin Zhiyi inhaled sharply, quickly diverting her gaze, but Gong Chen leaned in closer.
“Unbuttoning a shirt so quickly, whose else have you done this for?” His face showed no emotional fluctuations, as though inquiring about a mundane matter.
But Lin Zhiyi felt the air she breathed out might as well be freezing.
She whispered softly, “No one.”
He acted as if he hadn’t heard, “Gong Yan?”
“No! Except for…” you.
Lin Zhiyi quickly shut her mouth, but the man wasn’t planning to let it go.
“Except for who?”
“…”
Lin Zhiyi sealed her lips tightly, catching sight in the corner of her eye of blood trailing down from his shoulder along his chest.
“Blood! Sit down quickly!”
She didn’t bother with explanations, pulled Gong Chen back to sit on the sofa, and then went behind him to help him take off his shirt.
Halfway through, Lin Zhiyi stared at his back in shock, frozen in place.
Because she was an outsider, even after many years at the Gong Family, she was still not allowed to enter the ancestral hall.
It was funny, in hindsight.
In her previous life, even after she married Gong Chen, she and her daughter were barred from attending even the Gong Family’s basic yearly ancestral ceremonies.
They were accused of leveraging illicit means to enter the Gong Family, feared to despoil the sanctity of the hall.
But once Song Wanqiu returned to the country with her son, Old Mr. Gong immediately took them to the ancestral hall to seek blessings from the family ancestors.
Back then, mother and son did not have proper standing.
Even Liu He, who had officially married into the family as Gong Shiyan’s wife, was only permitted to enter the hall during the ceremonies for a brief kowtow and to burn incense, lingering no longer than ten minutes.
That’s why Lin Zhiyi always thought that Old Mr. Gong, who esteemed the ancestral hall so dearly, would at most admonish Gong Chen inside such a solemn place.
It’d be just a minor skin wound.
After all, which father would bear to harm his child so severely?
But she could never have imagined that Gong Chen would be beaten until his flesh was torn open.
There were over a dozen crisscrossing wounds on his back, three of them deep. If not for the special healing tapes made by Li Huan, they would certainly be gaping.
A complex swirl of emotions churned within her. She lifted her hand and touched those less severe wounds.
They were raised slightly and as she passed her fingers over them, Gong Chen’s shoulder blades tensed.
Standing behind him, though she couldn’t see his face, Lin Zhiyi was all too familiar with his reaction.
In her past life, whenever Song Wanqiu and her son encountered a problem, they would run to Old Mr. Gong for help, and then with so-called evidence, they would accuse Lin Zhiyi and her daughter.
Each time, Lin Zhiyi would protect Xingxing and try to explain, but no one would listen.
Gong Chen would tell her to shut up, and go to the ancestral hall with the old man.
Then he’d be gone for a week, and upon his return, he would pin Lin Zhiyi down on the bed and vent fiercely.
In her panic, Lin Zhiyi would come across this kind of sensation on his back, and his shoulder blades would tense.
But she was too scared of him to think much about it then.
Afterward, Gong Chen would leave immediately, as if he had never sought her out.
Now, Lin Zhiyi knew what that sensation was, scars.
So, each time an incident occurred, was Gong Chen subjected to family discipline by Old Mr. Gong?
Why wouldn’t he say anything?
Lin Zhiyi’s mind was in disarray, first with Gong Yan’s changes, then with Gong Chen’s untraceable silence.
What’s real? What’s fake?
She looked at the crisscrossing scars, pursed her lips, and tentatively asked, “Uncle Gong, does the Old Mr. Gong often discipline you with the family law?”
“I’m not stupid,” Gong Chen replied indifferently.
“So under what circumstances would you be disciplined with family law?”
“When someone else isn’t using their brain.”
“…”
Someone else, Lin Zhiyi.
So Gong Chen, clever as a fox, must know how to protect himself.
Then why did he…
While deep in thought, Gong Chen turned his head: “Lin Zhiyi.”
“Hmm?”
“Have you had your fill of touching?”
Upon hearing this, Lin Zhiyi suddenly came back to her senses and realized her hand had been stroking Gong Chen’s back all along.
She quickly withdrew her hand, and awkwardly lowered her head to search for medicine in the medicine box.
“Um… although it’s bleeding, it’s only a small cut. I’ll apply some medicine, but I don’t have any professional healing tape.”
“I have some in my coat pocket,” Gong Chen said flatly.
Lin Zhiyi paused for a moment, picked up the coat on the sofa, and felt a few healing tapes.
She gritted her teeth, prepared so fully; it must have been on purpose just now.
After some thought, she directly grabbed the alcohol and reminded him, “Uncle Gong, I’m going to disinfect the wound, and it might hurt a bit. If you can’t bear it, feel free to cry out.”
As soon as she finished speaking, the alcohol-soaked cotton was pressed onto the bleeding area.
Unfortunately for Lin Zhiyi, she did not get her way, instead, Gong Chen turned and caught her, pressing her to sit on his lap.
He stretched an arm around her, drawing her into his embrace, and asked lowly, “Is this fun for you?”
She lifted her gaze to meet his deep and unguarded eyes, as if he wanted to devour her.
She inadvertently recalled the madness of their previous encounters in bed, feeling a slight heat on her back.
As she tried to escape, his hand already rested on her leg, its pressure perfectly calibrated to keep her from moving.
His shirtless torso pressed close to Lin Zhiyi, his warm breath on the nape of her neck, dominating and fiery.
“Shall we continue the game?” his voice was tinged with desire.
“No, no,” Lin Zhiyi shrank her neck and shook her head.
The man chuckled softly, and the hand that rested behind her did not stop, continuing to wander.
Lin Zhiyi’s breathing was uneven, and when she raised her hand, he caught it.
“Do you still want to draw a clear line between us?”
His voice dropped, but the assertive momentum allowed no room for resistance.
“I… ah,” Lin Zhiyi had just begun to speak firmly when Gong Chen squeezed a sensitive spot on her lower back, causing her whole body to go limp instantly.
“Hm?” He massaged gently, his tone a few shades huskier.
“You… let me go,” Lin Zhiyi bit her lip, afraid she might make a strange sound.
“Wrong answer, say it again.” He breathed lightly, the fire in his eyes growing clearer, his hand moving up her spine, inch by inch.
Lin Zhiyi was filled with shame yet couldn’t control the trembling and blushing of her body, as if she had completely surrendered to his control.
In the end, all she could do was nod resignedly.
“…I can’t.”
“Hmm.”
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“Can you let me go now?” Lin Zhiyi clenched her teeth, turned her head away to avoid looking at him, the words spilling from between her clenched teeth.
“No.”
Gong Chen pinched her chin, turning her face towards him, his fingertips caressing her lips, which had been reddened by kisses, warm and soft to the touch, just like her body.
Yet this wasn’t enough, not nearly enough…
He leaned in close, his voice low and magnetic, “Lin Zhiyi, I’m about to lose control.”
The crazy desire in Gong Chen’s eyes threatened to spill over, like a searing flame ready to engulf her…
