Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight-Chapter 77 - Lipstick Mark
Chapter 77: Chapter 77: Lipstick Mark
Chapter 77 -77: Lipstick Mark
Her foot paused when it was accidentally brushed, Lin Zhiyi holding her teacup, slightly startled.
Looking down, she saw the gentleman’s leather shoe pressed against the side of her high heel, hers a common size, thirty-seven, not too big or too small.
But now, with something to compare to, the matte leather of her small shoe seemed toy-like next to the man’s feet.
Following the line of the man’s shoes upwards, his long legs were encased in pure black trousers, which exuded a sense of self-restraint along their sharp creases.
Lin Zhiyi didn’t look further, assuming it was an accidental touch and consciously shifted her foot.
Unexpectedly, the driver suddenly braked, and her body, following inertia, lurched, her feet moving along.
Once she steadied herself, she realized that her foot had rubbed against Gong Chen’s calf several times, leaving suspicious shoe prints and even lifting the hem of his trousers a bit.
Lin Zhiyi’s expression halted as she met the deep and dangerous gaze from across, and she immediately withdrew her foot, but it was still a step too late.
Gong Chen’s legs had actually trapped her foot between them.
Lin Zhiyi pursed her lips, struggling to pull her foot free, yet careful not to disturb the two on the other side.
Diagonally across from her, Song Wanqiu leaned to the side, grabbing Gong Chen, “Third Young Master, are you alright?”
Gong Chen glanced at Lin Zhiyi and replied indifferently, “I’m fine.”
“That’s good, my head is spinning.”
Song Wanqiu held her forehead, her body swaying as if to fall onto Gong Chen’s shoulder, her chest nearly pressing against his arm in an intimate display that disregarded the others.
Her beautiful eyes blinked smugly at Lin Zhiyi.
Seeing this, Lin Zhiyi moved her foot again.
However, the man’s leg pressed harder, and she could even feel the contours of his muscles beneath his trousers.
Shame and anger swelled within her, but all she could do was forcefully turn her face away.
Did he find ridiculing someone amusing?
The next second, without any trace, Gong Chen extricated his hand from Song Wanqiu’s embrace and poured her a cup of tea.
“If you’re feeling dizzy, drink some green tea.”
Song Wanqiu paused, uncertain of Gong Chen’s intention, and could only smile, sipping the tea, then showing a pleasantly surprised expression.
“It’s my favorite tea; I didn’t expect you to have it prepared in the car.”
Her voice, sickly sweet, made Lin Zhiyi feel excessively redundant sitting there.
And helpless.
Her eyes fixated on the tea within her cup, which was also her favorite.
She had secretly rejoiced earlier, finally being able to drink more of this tea, worth tens of thousands per tael, that Gong Shiyan would usually set aside for her.
She always hesitated to drink it, but now, suddenly, the tea didn’t seem fragrant anymore.
As she mused, the light in front of Lin Zhiyi dimmed, signaled by their entry into a tunnel.
The car’s blackout curtains were drawn, making it even darker, so much so that the faces of those nearby became indistinct.
Lin Zhiyi noticed her foot being released, just about to feel relief, when a warm hand touched her cheek.
She froze on the spot, and by the time she came to, there was a handsome face before her eyes.
Their gazes collided, breaths intertwining, time seemed to stop at that instant, and all she could hear was her own racing heartbeat.
Gong Chen barely parted his lips, still speechless, the fingertip raised and music suddenly filled the car, drowning out any unintended quiet sounds.
He leaned close to Lin Zhiyi’s ear, his voice low, “Don’t fancy this tea?”
Lin Zhiyi looked dazed, not understanding him.
His fingertips brushed past the corner of her lips, sliding down slowly, moving through her hair, his lips nearing unstoppably.
“Trying to tempt me?”
“No.”
Lin Zhiyi hardly dared to speak loudly, her voice kept in a low rasp, edged with a coy nasality.
Gong Chen’s gaze deepened, falling upon her lips.
Lin Zhiyi, from the corner of her eye, saw the light of the tunnel exit gradually expanding and, nervously, clenched her teacup.
Not daring to speak, not daring to make a sound, she could only plead with her eyes for him to back away!
But he didn’t move.
Lin Zhiyi even started to feel delusional, as though she glimpsed a flicker of amusement in his darkened visage.
Just before the light grew, she felt a tightening on her shoulder and realized she had forgotten to put on her seat belt earlier.
Exiting the tunnel, the car also became bright again.
“”””
Gong Chen sat opposite, legs crossed, everything seemed normal, as if the slightly disordered breathing by Lin Zhiyi’s ear just now was all fake.
She raised her hand, feeling the need to sip some tea to calm her nerves.
It was only when she picked up her cup that she realized the tea that had spilled earlier had refilled.
When had it been refilled?
Thinking of something, Lin Zhiyi suddenly looked up at the person across from her.
Gong Chen lazily lifted his teacup and began to drink, and on the rim was a faint lipstick mark.
He…
Lin Zhiyi felt a buzz in her head, her lips tingling.
Song Wanqiu, sitting diagonally opposite, noticed the surrounding brightness and immediately looked towards Lin Zhiyi and Gong Chen; neither reacted.
Thankfully, that bitch Lin Zhiyi hadn’t seduced Gong Chen.
She was about to breathe a sigh of relief when she saw the lipstick mark on the cup Gong Chen was fondling.
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Being a woman herself, she naturally knew what it was.
Song Wanqiu clenched her fists and kicked Shen Yan in the knee without any mercy.
The kick landed right on Shen Yan’s wound. She broke into a cold sweat from the pain but dared not show it in front of Gong Chen.
Holding her knee, Shen Yan looked toward Song Wanqiu.
Song Wanqiu gave Shen Yan a fierce glance, signaling that she must make Lin Zhiyi suffer today.
Shen Yan, seething yet apprehensive, nodded slightly.
For the rest of the journey, everyone was silent, and after more than two hours, they arrived at Cha Hua Manor on the outskirts.
…
As soon as she got out of the car, Lin Zhiyi was captivated by the camellias that filled the hills.
Cha Hua Manor indeed lived up to its name; the landscaping all around was composed of camellias.
The butler waiting outside the manor promptly approached.
“Third Young Master, President Yu is already waiting in the garden for you all.”
“Mhm.”
Gong Chen followed the butler forward.
Song Wanqiu stuck close to Gong Chen’s side, as if afraid others wouldn’t know who she was.
Shen Yan followed closely behind.
Chen Huan tugged at Lin Zhiyi, urging her to speed up: “Zhiyi, hurry up, what if someone gets there before us?”
Lin Zhiyi observed the surroundings as she walked: “If it were really so easy to be outdone, President Xue wouldn’t have made three trips without success.”
Xue Man’s Studio’s designers each handled different types, and it was unlikely that none of them met President Yu’s tastes.
There must have been some detail overlooked.
At that moment, Chen Huan pointed to a corner: “It seems President Yu really does love camellias; he’s even planted them in such a niche spot.”
Lin Zhiyi glanced over and a flash of inspiration struck her. She bent her head, pulled out her phone, and tapped a few times.
The impatient Chen Huan ahead urged her: “Zhiyi, hurry up, they’re all leaving.”
After reading the content on her phone, Lin Zhiyi immediately followed.
“I’m here.”
In the garden, a woman in her thirties stood up from the pavilion, graceful and lovely, with sharp, smiling eyes beneath her delicate makeup.
She held a pair of scissors, snipping away at a potted flower.
Her face bloomed with a different kind of smile when she saw Gong Chen, and she came forward to greet him.
“Third Young Master, it’s really hard to pin you down for a meeting.”
“Busy,” replied Gong Chen curtly.
President Yu smiled subtly, setting down her scissors and swaying closer to Gong Chen.
“Who in Jing City doesn’t know the Third Young Master is a busy man, which makes me even more curious about who finally got you to agree to meet with me.”
They were all astute people.
Gong Chen had declined her requests for a private meeting several times, but when it came to sending interns from Xue Man’s Studio, he had agreed.
Wasn’t this a clear indication?
President Yu’s gaze swept past Gong Chen’s entourage. Song Wanqiu wore a gentle smile, about to greet her, but President Yu directly bypassed everyone and looked to the last figure approaching.
