Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight-Chapter 334 You’re Getting Married Soon

Lin Zhiyi found Sang Li and that woman in the burn unit.

Both of them had their backs to the door. When the doctor and nurse were treating the woman’s wound, she immediately shrank into Sang Li’s arms.

"It hurts so much, I’m really scared."

That voice... it sounds so familiar.

But Lin Zhiyi couldn’t remember where she had heard it before.

Not until a nurse came over with medicine, "Miss, please make way."

The sound startled the people inside, and Sang Li and the woman both turned their heads to look over.

Sang Li exclaimed in surprise: "Zhiyi."

Lin Zhiyi returned to her senses and saw the woman’s face clearly.

It was the woman from the supermarket, named... Ren Xiya.

When the woman saw her, her expression was very calm, as if she had anticipated their meeting again.

It seems the chance meeting at the supermarket was also a sham.

In Lin Zhiyi’s presence, Ren Xiya gently leaned towards Sang Li, her eyes lightly floating with a hint of provocation.

In that instant, Lin Zhiyi swallowed back the words she was about to say and instead asked, "Mr. Sang, this lady is...?"

Hearing this, Ren Xiya’s eyes flickered.

Lin Zhiyi knew she was trying to provoke her, to loudly question Sang Li in this public place.

Sang Li’s status is extraordinary, and he detests causing a scene in public.

So Lin Zhiyi simply pretended not to recognize Ren Xiya.

Isn’t it just acting?

In terms of acting skills, Ren Xiya’s current expressions are not even half as good as Song Wanqiu’s.

Upon hearing this, Sang Li quickly explained: "This lady is a relative of the Gong Family, here for the wedding. She accidentally got scalded while sitting next to me during the meal."

He spoke as if he were the one who had been scalded, quickly and anxiously.

Ren Xiya beside him didn’t get a chance to say a word.

Lin Zhiyi smiled at Ren Xiya: "Miss, are you alright?"

"I’m fine," Ren Xiya shook her head, her gaze falling on Lin Zhiyi’s injured hand, "but... I might need Mr. Sang to take me back later."

As she spoke, she purposefully lifted her hand, which had a big blister on it that looked serious.

Since the scald was related to Sang Li, he couldn’t possibly ignore it.

But this meant that Sang Li would have to choose between Lin Zhiyi and Ren Xiya.

Whether to accompany his girlfriend at the hospital for therapy, or to take someone else home.

Sang Li’s brow furrowed slightly as he turned to walk towards Lin Zhiyi.

Just then, the nurse burst Ren Xiya’s blister, and she immediately grabbed Sang Li’s hand: "It hurts so much."

Sang Li had to stop in his tracks.

Ren Xiya slightly raised her eyes to look at Lin Zhiyi, as if to see how long she could endure.

Lin Zhiyi ignored Ren Xiya’s gaze and walked straight up to Sang Li.

"You go ahead and take this lady back first. I can go to the therapy room by myself. You’ve been busy lately, no need to run around."

"I’ll come to find you later," Sang Li squeezed her hand, his eyes seemingly signaling something.

Lin Zhiyi didn’t ask further and nodded her head.

After Ren Xiya’s wound was treated, she took a deep look at Lin Zhiyi before following Sang Li to leave.

On the way back.

Ren Xiya took advantage of the car passing over a speed cushion, leaning her entire body onto Sang Li’s legs.

Unperturbed, Sang Li blocked her with his hand and coldly looked down to remind: "It’s over."

"Mr. Sang, what are you saying? I don’t understand," said Ren Xiya, propping herself up without minding that the deep V neckline was revealing more than intended.

Even though the tone was mixed with deliberate pretense, her face remained unusually calm.

Like an actor with poor skills, even when transparent to others, she could still act as if nothing was happening.

Sang Li shifted his gaze away and directly took her to the Gong Mansion.

After Ren Xiya got out of the car, the butler’s expression turned a bit gloomy upon seeing her.

"Miss, the old master is in the study." ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

"Hmm."

Ren Xiya sneered coldly, turned around, and followed the butler into the study.

When closing the door, the butler closed it forcefully.

The next second, the sound of someone falling to the ground was heard, along with a voice of reproach.

"Useless thing, to let someone be returned just as they were!"

...

Hospital, physical therapy room.

After Lin Zhiyi put on the brace, the sudden pain made her break out in a cold sweat instantly.

"It hurts so much."

"Bear with it, this will prevent muscle atrophy," the doctor reminded her.

"Hmm."

Lin Zhiyi nodded in agreement, enduring the pain.

But as soon as the doctor left, she could hardly bear it anymore and bit her lip hard.

Soon, there was a taste of blood in her mouth.

She didn’t want others to see her weakness and could only bow her head and endure.

Suddenly, her injured hand became warm.

In a daze, Lin Zhiyi looked up to see Gong Chen slowly sitting down in front of her.

She wanted to pull her hand back, but she didn’t have the strength, which only increased the pain.

Gong Chen held her fingers, frowning and said: "Don’t move."

Lin Zhiyi, seeing patients entering the room one after another, could only lower her voice and said emphatically, "Please let go of me. Do you think I’m not pitiful enough like this?"

Hearing this, Gong Chen’s eyes dimmed, and his tall figure cast a shadow of silence.

He gently stroked Lin Zhiyi’s hand which trembled due to the machine, his throat tightened: "Now you have a hold over me too."

"I wouldn’t dare," Lin Zhiyi said coldly.

As she finished speaking, her fingers jerked suddenly.

Gong Chen’s grip tightened, his breath heavy: "Your hand has sensations, I’m going to fetch the doctor..."

Lin Zhiyi tilted her head back, her tone cold as she interrupted: "No need, it’s just a reflex. Even the muscles of a recently deceased person can react when stimulated."

"..."

Gong Chen’s face was frosty, silently staring at her, as if something was silently shattering between them.

Lin Zhiyi took the opportunity to pull back her arm, worsening the pain from the brace.

In an instant, a layer of mist welled up unwillingly in her eyes.

Gong Chen grasped her arm tightly and pulled her into his embrace, his cheek deeply buried in her neck, his breathing erratic and heavy against her skin.

She struggled fiercely, her other hand scratching his neck, but he only held her tighter.

He was clearly letting her vent.

But the more he did that, the more aggrieved Lin Zhiyi felt, knowing she shouldn’t be like this.

She let her hand fall, turned her head away, and when she spoke again, her voice was calm: "Third Young Master, show some respect. My affairs are none of your concern."

The man’s eyes were dark and dangerous as he raised his hand to steady Lin Zhiyi’s head, forcing her to meet his gaze.

"Every time you lie, you don’t dare to look at me."

"What about now?" Lin Zhiyi stared straight at him, her words earnest, "My affairs are none of your concern."

After speaking, the pressure on her neck intensified.

Gong Chen seemed like a demon in the darkness, his obsessive and terrifying eyes growing wild, as if he wanted to devour her.

"What about Sang Li then? He’s with another woman, leaving you here all alone?"

Lin Zhiyi was stunned, hardly believing such childish words could come from the renowned Third Young Master.

It was like children who couldn’t get a toy, starting to hurt each other.

She regained her composure: "I trust him."

"Why can he? What’s wrong with me..."

"Third Young Master! Have you lost your mind?" Lin Zhiyi’s words were like a curse, reminding him, "Your wedding is coming up, that’s something no one can change."