Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight-Chapter 362: I Want to Live for You

On the way back with Liu He, Lin Zhiyi pondered a lot. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

If she wanted this child, she would have to leave.

But she had to find an open and legitimate reason to leave, otherwise, it would still arouse suspicion.

She just hadn’t figured out what that reason would be yet.

Besides, Liu He’s situation was even more important right now.

She consoled, "Mom, don’t worry, I will be careful. But please keep this a secret for me, don’t even tell Uncle."

"Okay." Liu He gradually calmed down, reaching out to touch Lin Zhiyi’s bruised cheek, "Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn’t hurt." Lin Zhiyi held her hand, returning to the matter at hand, "Mom, right now we don’t even know who our opponent is, we must be cautious."

"Alright."

Liu He’s expression was particularly serious.

After expressing her desire to keep the child, Lin Zhiyi felt less agitated.

Before leaving, she remembered something.

"Mom, don’t forget to send me Aunt Jiang’s project proposal."

"I’ll send it to you right away."

"Then I’ll go back first."

After instructing her, Lin Zhiyi took a taxi home.

Just arriving at the apartment building, she received Liu He’s project proposal.

She had no background in this field, so she couldn’t understand the proposal, and could only look up a rough idea online.

The proposal of Aunt Jiang seemed very standard.

Was she really overthinking things?

She couldn’t take the risk and decided to send it to Sang Li for a look.

Stepping out of the elevator, just about to send the file, the corridor sensor light turned on, and a shadow fell.

Before Lin Zhiyi could react, a man in front of her grabbed her hand and headed straight for the house.

It wasn’t until she was backed against the door that she snapped back to reality.

She said angrily, "You have my house key? Were you waiting at the door for me, pretending to be pitiful all this time?"

The man didn’t turn on the lights, raising his hand to rest it above Lin Zhiyi’s head, leaning slightly down, his face indistinct in the darkness.

His hard-to-read expression was filled with a sense of aggression amidst his breathing.

"Hmm."

"..."

Lin Zhiyi paused, cursing under her breath about his shamelessness.

She had already changed the lock once.

The nights of spring were gradually warming up.

The two of them crammed into the narrow entryway, the air growing thin and the temperature climbing, as if about to ignite something.

Gong Chen’s jaw was tense, his Adam’s apple rolling, his calm, dark eyes hidden in the shadows churning with complex emotions.

As he drew closer, Lin Zhiyi resisted and turned her head away.

His gaze lingered, watching Lin Zhiyi’s profile silently, he suppressed his voice, "Zhiyi."

Lin Zhiyi was startled, clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palm using the pain to reel back her reason.

"Get away!"

She struggled to push away the Gong Chen in front of her, in her panic, she bumped into a shoe bench, and her body fell outward.

Her first reaction was to protect her belly.

But before she could fall, Gong Chen reached out to support her body, his hand just settling on her lower abdomen.

With the weather getting warmer, Lin Zhiyi was only wearing a thin cardigan.

When their bodies touched, it felt like there was no barrier, his warm palm ironing her skin.

The strange sensation made Lin Zhiyi’s heart tremble, she forcefully pulled away the hand at her waist and fled Gong Chen’s embrace in an inelegant manner.

Gong Chen didn’t steady himself and crashed into a cabinet, tumbling to the ground.

Silence fell around them instantly.

He tilted his head back slightly, his fine hair obscuring his eyes.

Lin Zhiyi could only hear his hoarse and deep voice mingled with a mocking laugh, almost self-deprecating in the darkness.

"Do you despise me that much?"

"Last time here, didn’t you still hope that I wouldn’t die?"

Lin Zhiyi didn’t look at him, casually spoke, "I don’t remember."

Gong Chen, with one leg bent, his hand bracing on his knee as he made a faint effort, but for some reason he didn’t stand up.

Afterward, he just sat there, his long hands loosely hanging, his fingertips gleaming like jade.

He turned his head to stare at Lin Zhiyi, "I remember, I always remember, I wanted to..." live for you.

"Shut up!" Lin Zhiyi raised her hand pointing to the door, "Get out! Get out!"

She knew what Gong Chen was about to say.

But it was meaningless now.

Gong Chen silently rose, leaning on the cabinet.

He stood two steps away, locking eyes with Lin Zhiyi.

Suddenly, his gaze darkened, and he fell toward Lin Zhiyi.

Lin Zhiyi was stunned for a second, then instinctively reached out to catch him, and not until she embraced him did she realize he was burning up.

Gong Chen was tall and heavy, Lin Zhiyi couldn’t support him, so she could only lay him on the sofa.

After turning on the light, Gong Chen lay vulnerably on the sofa, his legs bent because they couldn’t stretch out.

His face, in contrast with his black shirt, looked alarmingly pale, like an expensive porcelain that might shatter at the slightest touch.

He furrowed his brows deeply and called out softly: "Zhiyi."

Lin Zhiyi looked at the man with conflict in her eyes, wrapped up in complex emotions.

She took a step forward, her extended hand pausing mid-air before retracting.

Reason told her she couldn’t do this.

She took a deep breath and took out her phone to dial Li Huan’s number.

After a few beeps, the voice on the other end indicated the call couldn’t connect.

She dialed several more times, still unable to connect.

Having no choice, she finally removed Chen Jin from the blacklist.

But she couldn’t reach Chen Jin either.

Unwilling to believe it, she tried ten more times, then finally understood that both of them were likely doing this on purpose.

Did they really think she had no other options?

She pressed 120 on her phone, preparing to call, but ultimately put down the phone.

No, that wouldn’t do.

What would it mean if 120 took Gong Chen away from her home in the middle of the night?

What about 110?

That wouldn’t do either.

The Third Young Master being taken away by the police from her house in the middle of the night would be even more sensational.

Or should she directly call a car to send him back to the Gong Family?

Wouldn’t that be provoking the Gong Family?

Lin Zhiyi, infuriated, sent an emoticon to both Li Huan and Chen Jin.

After venting, she took out the first-aid kit and measured Gong Chen’s temperature.

39.8 degrees Celsius.

Lin Zhiyi frowned, then took out a fever-reducing patch and, following the instructions, applied one on his forehead.

Then she took out two more, ready to apply them to his neck.

But his shirt collar was in the way, also adorned with a tie.

Lin Zhiyi hesitated for a few seconds, then still reached out and hooked her finger around his tie.

The momentary feeling made her somewhat dizzy.

In her past life, she had also untied Gong Chen’s tie.

But every time she had only gotten halfway before things became indescribable.

Because she would always inadvertently touch his sensitive spots.

Around the Adam’s apple.

Lin Zhiyi subconsciously looked at his neck; the smooth skin around the Adam’s apple moved slightly, causing her to involuntarily hold her breath.

She pinched the knot of the tie and slid it down slowly, perhaps too focused to notice his breathing had become hurried.

After untying the tie, she carefully started to undo his collar.

After managing to unfasten two buttons, just as she was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the man moved slightly, her fingers glided over his Adam’s apple.

Before she could withdraw her hand, he suddenly opened his eyes and firmly grasped her hand.

His eyes were pitch black, misted with a layer of moisture, beautiful and bewildering.

"Hot... It feels nice..."

His voice was deep, instinctively pulling Lin Zhiyi’s hand to his neck.

Lin Zhiyi struggled to pull her hand back.

In the end, she was dragged over, her palm directly pressing against his neck.

He gave a low groan, his throat bobbing up and down, and his shirt had somehow come undone by two more buttons.

Seeing his bare chest, Lin Zhiyi’s hands trembled, her face a mix of anger and annoyance, and she couldn’t suppress a faint flush creeping over her cheeks.

Gong Chen, as if delirious from the fever, was trying to slide her hand inside his shirt.

"Let go! Where are you putting that!"