Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight-Chapter 66 - Not Presentable
Chapter 66: Chapter 66: Not Presentable
Chapter 66 -66: Not Presentable
Lin Zhiyi’s eyes widened as she stared at the man before her.
He raised his hands to pull the back of his shirt, tugging it forward, and in an instant, he’d removed his pullover, revealing the tight physique hidden beneath his clothes.
As his arms lifted, the muscles on his abdomen flexed distinctly, not an ounce of extra flesh in sight.
Lin Zhiyi was somewhat startled when suddenly, a sweater came flying towards her.
Leaning against the desk, Gong Chen swept his gaze over Lin Zhiyi with a playful hint, “Didn’t get enough that night? Put this on if you don’t want to catch cold.”
Lin Zhiyi’s face flushed as she grabbed the sweater and rushed into the small cubicle, dropping the curtain behind her.
After that, neither of them spoke, and the only sound was Lin Zhiyi rustling as she changed her clothes.
Gong Chen pulled out a cigarette, and as he was about to light it, his eyes were captured by the silhouette on the curtain.
Lin Zhiyi was removing her turtleneck, and as she lifted her arms, her well-proportioned figure was exposed.
Vaguely visible, her posture was graceful.
She was naturally a stunning beauty who effortlessly entwined herself around every cell of a man, a perfectly measured charm that hooked people.
The lighter in Gong Chen’s hand felt hot. He had just lit the cigarette when he took a harsh drag.
Through a thin veil of smoke, he watched the small movements of the person behind the curtain.
Lin Zhiyi clenched one hand around his sweater and fanned it vigorously at the collar as if she were fanning him.
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Her lips moved slightly, muttering curses.
Now defiant and bold, Gong Chen could be certain all her muttered words were heartfelt.
Finally, she reluctantly put on the sweater, tugging it here and there before she finally drew back the curtain.
Watching the woman who emerged, Gong Chen narrowed his eyes.
His sweater, oversized for her, hung loosely, suggesting more allure than it concealed.
Lin Zhiyi said awkwardly, “Can we go now?”
“Chen Jin hasn’t arrived yet, wait a bit.”
Gong Chen nonchalantly flicked ash off his cigarette and walked to the liquor cabinet to choose a bottle of wine.
Lin Zhiyi glanced at the label, which was more expensive than the one Song Wanqiu had picked.
“Have a drink to ward off the cold.”
Gong Chen poured two glasses of wine.
Lin Zhiyi frowned, alert, “No need, I’m fine… Ah-choo!”
Gong Chen raised an eyebrow and offered her a glass.
“Calling in sick the second day at the studio? Because you…got drunk and fell into a pond?”
“…”
Lin Zhiyi bit her lip and glared at him, then picked up the wine and tilted her head to drink it.
The alcohol slid into her throat, a warmth surging up, her face suddenly flushed, making her lips look even more reddish and moist.
Her black hair fell upon her lips, fluttering with her rapid breathing, presenting a fragile sense of beauty.
Irresistibly ravishable.
Gong Chen’s gaze deepened, and with the hand holding the cigarette, he brushed aside a strand of her hair and tucked it behind her ear, pinching her earlobe, his fingertips grazing over a kiss mark he left behind.
“Bitten by a dog?”
She had heard that!
Lin Zhiyi pursed her lips, feeling the dominance in his presence pressing down.
Her body shivered slightly. She tried to swat his hand away but he seized her wrist with his other hand and pinned it behind her.
She had no choice but to straighten her body, meeting his eyes—those inky, unfathomable eyes.
The only thing visible in his gaze was her struggling reflection.
Lin Zhiyi knew she was no match for him, so she seized the opportunity to grab the bottle of exorbitant red wine from the table.
“Uncle, let go of me, or your wine will suffer—and it’s not easy to collect such expensive wine.”
Their gazes met again.
He squinted, a dangerous glint flickering in the depths of his black eyes, his voice husky, “I don’t like threats.”
He didn’t even glance at the wine before smashing it.
Lin Zhiyi gasped, unprepared as he pulled her close, their lips almost touching.
Gong Chen’s voice was husky, “A rare item, must taste it properly.”
“You…mmm.”
His domineering kiss landed, giving Lin Zhiyi no chance to resist.
Their lips and teeth met, Gong Chen scouring every hint of alcohol from between her lips.
As Lin Zhiyi raised her hand to push against his chest, the moment her palm touched his skin, she distinctly felt his breath hitch, making his kiss even more forceful.
However, this was not enough. After tasting such delicacy, who could remain calm and abstain?
Gong Chen was also a man.
Lin Zhiyi was lifted onto the bar, her sweater rode up, exposing a swath of smooth, glowing skin on her legs.
Gong Chen’s hand moved over her skin.
Lin Zhiyi was thinking about how to push him away when his phone rang.
Gong Chen propped himself up displeased, glanced at the number before answering.
“Chen Jin.”
“Third Young Master, Miss Song accidentally slipped in the restroom and supported herself with her injured hand. She said it’s excruciatingly painful. I’ve already called an ambulance to take her to the hospital.”
“Bring a set of clothes to the wine cellar.”
“Wine cellar? Yes.”
Soon, Chen Jin arrived and after a brief glance at the two, he immediately bowed his head, handed over clean clothes, and then left.
Gong Chen went behind the curtain to change clothes.
Lin Zhiyi quickly hopped off the table and adjusted her own clothes.
As she looked up, she saw Gong Chen’s figure and realized she had just changed clothes…
The thought of that scene made Lin Zhiyi’s face redder than if she had been drunk.
After Gong Chen changed, he draped his coat over her. “Come to the hospital with me.”
Lin Zhiyi retorted, “No need, I can go back by myself.”
Gong Chen wasn’t suggesting, he was stating, giving Lin Zhiyi no chance to resist, and he directly pulled her into the car.
On the way to the hospital.
Lin Zhiyi sat quietly, not understanding why Gong Chen insisted on her coming to the hospital.
She glanced at him and saw he was looking down, quickly scrolling through his phone.
On closer inspection, the phone screen was filled with information about orthopedic and neurology specialists.
It was for Song Wanqiu.
Lin Zhiyi turned her gaze towards the car window.
Her mood was not exactly upset, she had probably already known about Gong Chen’s feelings for Song Wanqiu.
It just felt like there was a lump in her throat.
But she also felt very powerless.
She did not understand why Gong Chen insisted on dragging her here.
…
At the hospital.
Lin Zhiyi did not enter the ward; Gong Chen didn’t even notice she hadn’t gone in.
Standing at the door, she watched Song Wanqiu pitifully throw herself into Gong Chen’s arms.
“Third Young Master, I’m so scared.”
“I’ve called a specialist to come for a consultation.”
Gong Chen patted Song Wanqiu’s back, and from Lin Zhiyi’s angle, it looked exceptionally warm and gentle.
Quite rare.
As Lin Zhiyi withdrew her gaze, she met Song Wanqiu’s triumphant look.
Then Song affectionately rubbed her head against Gong Chen’s chest.
Lin Zhiyi couldn’t bear to watch anymore and turned to sit in a chair by the door.
Song Wanqiu’s voice continued.
“Third Young Master, can you stay with me?”
“Sure.”
These words were all too familiar to Lin Zhiyi.
In her past life, no matter what happened, as long as Song Wanqiu said those words, Gong Chen would always agree.
Lin Zhiyi leaned her head back against the wall, and suddenly, Chen Jin stood a few steps away.
“Miss Lin, the Third Young Master told me to take you for a check-up.”
“No need…”
Before she could finish, Lin Zhiyi collapsed.
“Miss Lin!”
A figure ran over, Lin Zhiyi hadn’t seen it clearly but thought it must be Chen Jin.
When she woke up again, she was on an IV drip, soaked and had caught a bit of a chill, so she had a fever.
However, it wasn’t severe; after one IV, her temperature normalized.
But it seemed she couldn’t go back today.
Lin Zhiyi saw her IV was almost finished and propped herself up to call for a nurse.
Just then, the door opened.
Song Wanqiu, with her arm in a sling, walked in.
“Lin Zhiyi, I underestimated you; you have plenty of despicable tricks.”
“Pity, what of it? You still can’t make it to the big scene.”
