Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight-Chapter 94 - Common Enemy
Chapter 94: Chapter 94 Common Enemy
Chapter 94 -94 Common Enemy
Qin Shuang saw that Song Wanqiu looked pale and quickly picked up the cellphone from the ground to her ear.
“Ah! I was wrong! I won’t dare again! Miss Song, save me!”
“Miss Song, save me! Otherwise, I won’t let you go even as a ghost!”
The pitiful screams of a few men were unsettling, and Qin Shuang hurriedly turned off the phone.
She rubbed her temples and said, “That voice seems to be…”
Song Wanqiu said weakly, “The director and those three hoodlums… Third Young Master knows about it now!”
“Calm down.”
Qin Shuang tried to soothe Song Wanqiu but was pushed away by her.
Song Wanqiu could no longer maintain her gentle and elegant demeanor and paced through the living room like a furious madman.
“How can I calm down? Third Young Master tells me to endure! How can I endure?”
Worried that others would see Song Wanqiu in this state, Qin Shuang quickly got up to close the door to the living room and then sat Song Wanqiu down.
“Third Young Master arrived at the hospital so quickly because he was also worried this matter might affect the cooperation. The bigger the company, the more they care about family scandals. Could he really let others know that he abandoned his sick fiancée for Lin Zhiyi?”
Upon hearing this, Song Wanqiu calmed down.
Qin Shuang was right, and she hadn’t lost just yet.
But… she still couldn’t rest easy.
“Mom, the foreigners from the company will come next week. If the cooperation succeeds, will Third Young Master continue to maintain peace as he does now?”
Gong Chen’s gaze on Lin Zhiyi was becoming more and more sinister.
Song Wanqiu was very afraid of losing everything.
So was Qin Shuang.
Afraid that the Song Family would lose Gong Chen as their strong support.
All in all, the problem was with Lin Zhiyi.
If not for Lin Zhiyi, Gong Chen would not have changed at all.
As she was thinking, an idea suddenly flashed across Song Wanqiu’s mind.
In an instant, her delicate face was covered with a menacing smile, and her lips trembled slightly from her scheming.
“Then we’ll get rid of Lin Zhiyi before the cooperation.”
“What are you thinking of doing?” Qin Shuang asked.
“Why should I make a move myself? Someone will do it for me. I want Third Young Master to watch with his own eyes as Lin Zhiyi is destroyed.”
…
Lin Zhiyi had gone to bed early last night; her apartment’s location was good enough to let her sleep an extra half hour.
After eating breakfast outside, she arrived at the studio.
As soon as she entered, she saw Song Wanqiu, who had been ill the day before, now energetically handing out invitations.
A colleague joked, “It’s not a wedding invitation, is it?”
Song Wanqiu blushed and smiled, “No, it’s just a birthday party invitation. Third Young Master said he’ll personally deliver the wedding invitations.”
“Wow, that’s so sweet. Will Third Young Master also attend the birthday party?”
“Of course, yesterday Wanqiu caught a small cold, and Third Young Master rushed to the hospital. Who can compare with such affection?” another colleague added.
Song Wanqiu waved her hand, shyly saying, “He just can’t stand to see me sick.”
From the corner of her eye, she saw Lin Zhiyi enter and immediately walked over to her.
“Zhiyi, here’s your invitation, you must come!”
“I have plans.” Lin Zhiyi declined directly.
Tears welled up in Song Wanqiu’s eyes as she said in a pitiful tone, “Zhiyi, I know you have President Yu’s favor now, but I am sincerely inviting you. Everyone said they would come. If you don’t, people will think we are fighting over the issue with President Yu’s red carpet.”
Lin Zhiyi pursed her lips.
Song Wanqiu had this knack of appearing as the victim whether the situation was good or bad.
It was Song Wanqiu herself who had mocked President Yu’s design of the camellia necklace, but now it sounded as if Lin Zhiyi had made President Yu put the necklace on a dog’s neck.
Their colleagues began to look over.
Chen Huan stood up and said, “Zhiyi, we all agreed; you making a fuss doesn’t seem right, does it?”
Other colleagues also jumped in, “Just think of it as for the studio. President Xue and her husband are going, and if you don’t show up, people will definitely talk about a rift within us. You’re still an intern designer, and you have a long way ahead.”
Lin Zhiyi was taken aback, not expecting Xue Man and her husband to attend, which meant indeed she had no excuse not to go.
“I understand,” she said, taking the invitation card.
For the remainder of the time, everyone gathered around Song Wanqiu discussing the birthday party.
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When no one was paying attention, a figure slipped out.
Song Wanqiu caught a glimpse and her smile deepened.
…
Front desk.
Shen Yan was staring at the invitation card.
The embossed paper was sprinkled with gold dust, exuding an opulence that was beyond her reach in this lifetime.
At this moment, a voice sounded from across her.
“Quite envious, aren’t you?”
Shen Yan, looking at the smirking Chen Huan, frowned and said, “Is it you? What are you here for?”
Chen Huan stepped forward and tapped the invitation card, “A dog can never replace its master in this lifetime.”
“Stop spewing nonsense!” Shen Yan snapped angrily.
“Upset? Did I say something wrong? Being a double agent isn’t easy,” Chen Huan said with a deepened smile.
Hearing this, Shen Yan took a step back warily.
“What exactly do you know?”
“I’ve seen everything, your secret plots with Song Wanqiu against Lin Zhiyi. It must not feel good to be hit by Song Wanqiu,” Chen Huan taunted.
Shen Yan’s face drained of color, and she looked around nervously, as if she were afraid of being overheard.
“What do you really want?”
“Shen Yan, don’t you want to get rid of the person you despise?” Chen Huan leaned in, lowering her voice, “I can help you.”
Shen Yan glared at her, “Why should I trust you? And how do you know who I despise?”
Chen Huan sneered, “You’re jealous of Lin Zhiyi, you envy and hate Song Wanqiu, am I right?”
Shen Yan clenched the invitation tightly, not moving an inch.
Chen Huan stared at her, “Song Wanqiu has been targeting me lately, and I’ve had enough. Lin Zhiyi is now greatly favored by President Xue, which also blocks my way. Since we have a common enemy, why not join forces?”
“Without Song Wanqiu and Lin Zhiyi, wouldn’t it be much easier for you to get closer to Third Young Master? All I want is a stable job, isn’t that a good deal?”
“Shen Yan, don’t tell me you really want to be a lifelong dog for Song Wanqiu.”
The word “dog” stoked Shen Yan’s emotions beyond her control.
“Shut up! Get out!”
Chen Huan looked at her and sighed mockingly, “Fine, I guess I got the wrong person. But next time, the invitation you get won’t be for a birthday party, but for a wedding, personally delivered by Third Young Master himself.”
She chuckled and turned away.
The mere thought of another woman marrying Gong Chen made Shen Yan tense all over.
Suppressing the swell of jealousy, she turned and stared at Chen Huan, “Stop, I agree to your plan. But it won’t be easy to pull anything at the birthday party. What’s your plan?”
Chen Huan walked back to the front desk with a confident smile, “There’s something you all don’t know. President Xue and her husband are secretly going through a divorce because he cheated and refuses to disclose his lover’s identity.”
At this point, Shen Yan understood what Chen Huan was implying.
“I see.”
…
On the day of the birthday party.
Lin Zhiyi entered the banquet hall with her colleagues.
The hall was adorned with flowers and balloons, ideas filled every corner.
Song Wanqiu in her finery, standing with Gong Chen, surrounded by people, really did look like a wedding scene.
Her colleagues were endlessly envious.
“The birthday party is so lavish, the wedding must be even more luxurious?”
“Of course! Wanqiu hinted yesterday that Third Young Master has a mysterious grand gift for her today.”
“It must be the secret jewel that Third Young Master bought, especially for Wanqiu’s birthday.”
“I’m so envious.”
Listening to her colleagues gossip, Lin Zhiyi looked up, just in time to make eye contact with Gong Chen.
His gaze was cold and unreadable.
Lin Zhiyi deliberately ignored it and looked away.
Unexpectedly, a waiter stumbled and spilled wine all over her.
The waiter apologized repeatedly, “Miss, I’m sorry.”
Shen Yan came over, concerned, “Zhiyi, are you alright?”
Lin Zhiyi shook off the stained dress, “I’m fine.”
“President Xue will be here soon, why don’t you go to the resting room and change your clothes?” Shen Yan suggested.
Lin Zhiyi looked at her and smiled, nodding, “Alright.”
