Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight-Chapter 339: How is it him?

What made Sang Ran even more heartbroken was that Gong Chen did not deny her words.

Her fiancé was anxiously concerned about another woman.

The air seemed to stagnate for a few seconds before Sang Ran threw herself into Gong Chen’s arms.

Gong Chen looked at her, a faint sense of helplessness flashing in his eyes.

He could even tell at a glance which medication she should take to control her condition.

Sang Ran lay in his arms, deeply inhaling his scent.

This man was clearly concerned about her!

Why couldn’t she feel the warmth in the depths of his heart?

Sang Ran held his hand, apologizing, "I’m sorry, I’m just too afraid of losing you. I’m really scared. Can you just pity me this once? Stop looking at her!"

She buried her face in his chest, hiding her tears.

Gong Chen clenched the medicine box, his face expressionless as he stared into the distance: "Mm."

Sang Ran was taken aback, but then hugged him tightly, her tears flowing even more fiercely.

Upstairs, Lin Zhiyi, who happened to pass by the window, saw the two embracing below.

She quickly averted her gaze and headed towards the banquet hall.

Upon entering, a staff member promptly offered a mask.

Lin Zhiyi received a very simple white mask, while Sang Li got a gothic one with dark circles.

While putting on her mask, she laughed and said, "Mr. Sang, don’t you have any privileges?"

Sang Li said indifferently, "Today’s guests are all young people from various families. What’s the point of having privileges? I think mine matches well with yours."

"Matching." Lin Zhiyi raised her hand to adjust it for him.

Sang Li caught her hand and whispered, "Zhiyi, after the singles party, I have something to tell you."

"Okay." Lin Zhiyi smiled.

"Let’s go."

Sang Li took her hand and entered the hall.

The hall was bustling, the music the latest pop hits, completely unlike the staid banquet, so everyone was having a great time.

Lin Zhiyi had just taken a glass of champagne from a waiter when the music suddenly stopped.

Instantly looking over, Sang Ran was on stage, arm in arm with Gong Chen. frёeωebɳovel.com

Sang Ran said a lot, her eyes reddening in the end as she stared up at Gong Chen by her side.

"To marry the man I love most in this life, I feel incredibly fortunate, even dying without regrets."

The crowd immediately surrounded the couple with applause.

Lin Zhiyi couldn’t bring herself to clap and could only stand among the crowd, watching the brightest spotlight fall on Gong Chen and Sang Ran.

In that moment, Ye Feifei brought up two glasses of wine to the stage for Gong Chen and Sang Ran.

Everyone shouted "Cheers!"

In a daze, Lin Zhiyi felt an illusion that the man on stage was looking at her across all the people.

His eyes were like the dark night, deep and entwined.

Lin Zhiyi gripped her champagne glass like everyone else, slowly raising it to toast them.

Gong Chen felt as if something pricked the bottom of his eye and, without waiting for Sang Ran to finish, he tilted his head back and downed the drink.

Lin Zhiyi also sipped her wine, finding it hard to swallow due to its bitterness.

After the toast, the music started up again.

Lin Zhiyi and Sang Li went to meet a few of his friends.

They were well-known young masters and ladies from Hai City, charmingly eloquent yet witty in their conversation.

Lin Zhiyi was in the middle of speaking when someone abruptly squeezed in beside her.

Her hand shook, spilling champagne on the other person.

"Lin Zhiyi, what are you doing? Can’t stand me coming to find Mr. Sang, can you?"

The speaker was none other than Ye Feifei.

Ye Feifei stood there, looking aggrieved as she held up her dress and looked to Sang Li.

Sang Li frowned and said, "I’ll have the staff bring a towel over."

Ye Feifei complained, "This fabric is special. If I wipe it, it will still leave water stains. Otherwise, let Lin Zhiyi take me to change clothes."

Hearing this, Lin Zhiyi hesitated slightly.

Ye Feifei saw her expression and said sarcastically, "With so many people here, are you deliberately not letting me change so you can watch me make a fool of myself? I just spoke a couple of extra words about you earlier, is it necessary to be so petty?"

In an instant, Sang Li’s friends all looked at Lin Zhiyi, as if contemplating what Ye Feifei meant by those extra words.

This gets Gong Chen involved.

Bringing up those past events in front of Sang Li’s good friends is clearly meant to embarrass Sang Li.

Lin Zhiyi interrupted, "The party has just started, and indeed this doesn’t look good. I’ll accompany Miss Ye to change."

After all, this is happening right under Sang Li’s nose, and regardless of her intentions toward Sang Li or Sang Ran, Ye Feifei won’t be able to go too far.

"That’s more like it," Ye Feifei said as spoiled as ever, flipping her skirt and turning to leave.

Just as Lin Zhiyi was about to leave, Sang Li held on to her.

"Call me if anything happens."

"Mhm."

Lin Zhiyi turned around and followed Ye Feifei’s steps.

Upon entering the room, Ye Feifei suddenly turned hostile, spinning around and glaring fiercely at Lin Zhiyi.

"Have you no shame? Why are you still clinging to Mr. Sang?"

"Ye Feifei, regardless of what you think of me, don’t forget where you are, what day it is today! If anything happens to me, Mr. Sang will know," Lin Zhiyi loudly reminded her.

Ye Feifei scoffed, "You really think you’re Mr. Sang’s girlfriend? Daring to speak to me with that tone! Of course, I know what day it is today, it’s the day you are disgraced in Jing City. And so what if Mr. Sang finds out?"

Lin Zhiyi felt something was wrong and had already taken two steps back, preparing to leave.

Unexpectedly, Ye Feifei pounced forward, covering her mouth and nose with a handkerchief.

In just three seconds, Lin Zhiyi felt her body weaken and she slumped to the ground.

Before her consciousness scattered, Ye Feifei dragged her towards the wardrobe, opened it to reveal a hidden passage.

This room was actually connected to the next room.

Ye Feifei placed her on the bed in the adjoining room and then turned to leave through the secret door.

Lin Zhiyi stared at the ceiling, thinking that Ye Feifei planned to knock her out and do something.

But to her surprise, she regained consciousness in just two minutes, though still feeling a bit weak.

She struggled to sit up. Just as she steadied herself, she heard the sound of running water from the bathroom.

Lin Zhiyi looked at the closed bathroom door with some fear and, without a moment to think, she stumbled toward the secret door.

But her legs hadn’t fully recovered their strength, and just after taking two steps, she stumbled and hit the secret door, creating a loud noise.

Suddenly, the sound of water from the bathroom stopped.

Lin Zhiyi was so frightened she immediately tried to push open the door but couldn’t budge it.

At that moment, the bathroom door was pulled open from behind her.

Lin Zhiyi turned in panic, and before seeing the person, a wet hand grabbed the doorframe.

The slender, pale fingertips were still dripping water, and the red jadeite ring was shining with a bloodthirsty luster under the light.

The next second, the man stepped out of the bathroom barefoot, his tall and straight silhouette as if he just emerged from the water.

Drip-drip-drip.

His body was wrapped in a faint mist of cold air.

The black shirt clung tightly to his body, the front half open, revealing a firm chest with impeccable muscular lines.

He slightly lifted his gaze, the water droplets from his hair trembling down his long eyelashes and falling across his jaw, looking hazy and dangerous.

He supported himself as he walked towards Lin Zhiyi.

Lin Zhiyi kept retreating until there was no way back, and she had to raise her hand to block the man’s approach.

When the palm of her hand touched his chest, the scorching temperature made her pause in surprise.

Why is it so hot?

But in a moment, the man enveloped her, lifting Lin Zhiyi’s chin with his fingers, his eyes half-closed staring at her face.

Instantly, the man’s breathing became rapid, his eyes roiling with blood and desire.

Lin Zhiyi, at a loss, spoke instinctively, "Uncle, you... hmm."