Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight-Chapter 335: The Farther, The Better; I Don’t Want to See You

Chapter 335: Chapter 335: The Farther, The Better; I Don’t Want to See You

The voices of the two had already alerted the patients undergoing physiotherapy ahead.

Several people turned around one after another.

Lin Zhiyi created a distance between them and stopped looking at Gong Chen.

Gong Chen caught her indifference in full view, the obsession in his eyes grew darker and darker: "I’ll wait outside for you."

He stood up and left.

Lin Zhiyi’s voice rose again from behind him: "Third Young Master, can you leave? The farther the better, I don’t want to see you."

Gong Chen paused, then walked away again.

His silhouette was completely desolate.

One hour later, Lin Zhiyi’s treatment was over.

As she got up, a hand took her bag.

"Sorry for being late," Sang Li apologized as he looked at her.

"It’s alright, is Miss Ren feeling better?"

"Do you know her?" Sang Li immediately picked up on something.

Lin Zhiyi did not hide it and told Sang Li about having met her at the supermarket.

Sang Li frowned: "Her... situation is quite special, try to avoid her in the future."

"Is she one of Mr. Gong’s people?" Lin Zhiyi watched his expression.

Sang Li didn’t answer directly, but his expression said it all.

"Is Mr. Gong trying to set you two up?" Lin Zhiyi asked.

"Don’t worry, I have no such intentions." Sang Li raised his hand as if swearing an oath.

Lin Zhiyi quickly pulled down his hand, thought for a moment before speaking: "I believe you, but I want to ask you one thing, does he know?"

He, Gong Chen.

Sang Li hesitated, then nodded: "He knows."

Lin Zhiyi scoffed.

Gong Chen, fully aware that Sang Li and she were together, actually condoned Mr. Gong’s actions.

She coldly lowered her eyes: "Let’s go."

"Okay."

Sang Li helped her leave the hospital.

...

The next day.

Lin Zhiyi’s phone alerted her to proceed with the resignation process.

Lin Zhiyi quickly sent a message to Xue Man and then took a taxi to the studio.

Colleagues in the office glanced at her from a distance, as if she were a stranger.

Lin Zhiyi didn’t want to talk much and went straight to Xue Man’s office.

Xue Man looked at her hand, sympathetically saying: "Zhiyi, there’s no need to hurry, the situation with the forged email has already been clarified."

Lin Zhiyi knew about Xue Man’s kindness, but she herself understood her own body.

She would not be able to recover in a short time.

"President Xue, thank you, but my staying would cause dissatisfaction among others."

Xue Man sighed and reached out to her: "Then we say goodbye until we meet again."

"Alright."

Xue Man signed the resignation report, Lin Zhiyi also did her handovers, and then went back to her seat to pack her things.

She took out another large paper bag from her bag and collected all of her personal decorations for her workspace, trying to leave a clean space for the next designer.

Just then, Ye Feifei came out of the pantry holding coffee.

"Ah, Zhiyi, you’re back, have you arranged everything for your work?"

While speaking, she exaggeratedly pointed at Lin Zhiyi’s hand, pretended to be surprised and said: "Sorry, I forgot that your hand is... ruined. What a pity."

While her words expressed pity, her eyes were filled with schadenfreude.

Lin Zhiyi did not want to leave behind bad memories on her last day at the studio, so she didn’t retort and just quietly continued packing her things.

Some of her colleagues, with whom she had good relations, also stepped forward, subtly suggesting to Ye Feifei not to go too far.

Ye Feifei was even less pleased then.

She slammed down her coffee cup, stood in front of Lin Zhiyi, and scornfully said: "The Sang Family doesn’t need a useless person."

Lin Zhiyi could no longer tolerate, and retorted, "Do you think the Gong Family even wants you?"

Ye Feifei realized she had misspoken and hurriedly explained, "How can you compare with Xiao Ran? You’re not even fit to carry her shoes."

Lin Zhiyi, rather than getting angry, laughed, "If that’s the case, why doesn’t the Sang Family want you, who is supposedly wholesome and from a good family background?"

"You! What are you so proud of? Your relationship with Mr. Sang is only temporary, do you really think you could marry into the Sang Family?" Ye Feifei sneered.

Lin Zhiyi stared at Ye Feifei, thought for a few seconds, then leaned in and whispered, "Perhaps I can’t, but I know you can’t either."

She didn’t elaborate further, picked up her bag, said goodbye to her colleagues, and left.

Ye Feifei didn’t fully grasp what Lin Zhiyi meant but still followed her out.

"Lin Zhiyi, stop right there! Make yourself clear! On what basis do you think I can’t be with Mr. Sang?"

Lin Zhiyi mimicked her earlier tone, pretending to be surprised, "Oh, you really don’t know?"

"Know what?" Ye Feifei was infuriated and grabbed Lin Zhiyi’s bag.

"You are so sure you could marry Mr. Sang because President Wen is helping you? But I heard Mr. Sang saying that Old Mr. Gong wants to arrange his marriage with a relative of the Gong Family. Would President Wen dare to oppose Old Mr. Gong?"

"Impossible!" Ye Feifei immediately denied.

"Then, while I was injured for so long, what substantial help did President Wen provide you?" Lin Zhiyi pressed.

"..."

Ye Feifei stood there dumbfounded.

Lin Zhiyi pulled back her bag and walked away without looking back.

However, she didn’t go far. Instead, she stepped out of the studio, turned around, and watched Ye Feifei.

Sure enough, as expected, Ye Feifei immediately took out her phone to make a call.

She must be looking for Wen Qing.

If no one wants to let her live peacefully, then let’s see if any of them can live in peace.

Though Ye Feifei might not be that smart, she’s no pushover either.

Besides, given her family background, Wen Qing wouldn’t dare to openly offend her.

Lin Zhiyi watched as Ye Feifei’s expression grew uglier as she talked on the phone, and left satisfied.

...

"President Wen, what do you mean? Crossing the river and demolishing the bridge? You clearly promised to deal with Lin Zhiyi to let me be with Mr. Sang!" Ye Feifei complained discontentedly.

"Feifei, can such matters be rushed?" Wen Qing gently soothed.

"Not rushed? If we don’t hurry, should I just wait to attend Mr. Sang’s wedding with a relative of the Gong Family?"

"..."

Wen Qing remained silent.

Ye Feifei shouted, "It seems what Lin Zhiyi said is all true! You want to please the Gong Family?"

"Feifei, after all, I watched you grow up, you trust Lin Zhiyi more than me?" Wen Qing’s voice cooled.

Ye Feifei bit her lip, "Then when do you plan to help me?"

"Actually, I just wanted to talk to you about this, there’s an opportunity right now."

Finally, Wen Qing managed to calm Ye Feifei down over the phone.

After hanging up, she rubbed her temples.

The assistant immediately brought over tea, "President Wen, what’s wrong?"

Wen Qing scoffed, "I didn’t expect that even in this state Lin Zhiyi still wants to trip me up, almost made Ye Feifei disobedient."

"So now..."

"Ye Feifei is just a brainless missy, she still relies on me to get close to Sang Li, even with her Ye Family’s power, she can’t afford to yell at me." Wen Qing sipped her tea nonchalantly.

The assistant nodded, "I have already arranged everything according to the plan."

Wen Qing nodded, her eyes filled with smugness.

Little did she know.

After Lin Zhiyi’s words, Ye Feifei no longer trusted Wen Qing as before.

She contacted a friend she knew from abroad.

"Do you still have the good stuff?"

"How strong?"

"Preferably loss of memory."

"No problem."

Ye Feifei laughed satisfied, determined to do the opposite of what Wen Qing asked.