Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight-Chapter 376: Spend the Night with Me

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Lin Zhiyi was in a daze all the way until she stepped into the house warmed by the heater. Only then did she recover slightly.

Lowering her gaze to look at her hand intertwined with Gong Chen’s, she instinctively recoiled as if she had touched a burning coal.

She said coldly, "Third Young Master, you don’t need to do this. I won’t agree to donate my liver!"

Gong Chen paused, his face devoid of emotion, and stepped closer to her, one slow step at a time.

Lin Zhiyi could only retreat step by step until her back pressed against the icy glass wall.

He was soaking wet, his shirt clinging to his taut muscles, every inch exuding an undeniable strength.

"I want your liver. You’re already at the hospital now."

As he spoke, he suddenly leaned towards Lin Zhiyi.

Lin Zhiyi raised her hand immediately to block him. "You can’t do this!"

Then came a sharp *click* beside her ear.

The entire house lit up brightly.

It turned out Gong Chen had only turned on the lights.

With his hand pressed against the glass wall, he said softly, "Can’t do what?"

His wet hair hung over his forehead as he stood there, staring deeply at Lin Zhiyi under the brilliant lights, his silhouette glowing faintly in the radiance.

Their breaths intertwined, and the man raised her face with his fingertips.

Lin Zhiyi suddenly felt short of breath, biting the inside of her lip firmly, the pain pulling her back to her senses.

She avoided his approach and said coldly, "Third Young Master, respect yourself."

Unfazed, Gong Chen’s gaze deepened, and he grabbed her chin, turning her face back towards him.

"Do you have any other choices? You should know what I want."

Lin Zhiyi stiffened, her neck rigid, glaring at him with fury.

"Did you take Gao Ting?"

"Yes."

"You clearly promised her she’d be able to take the college entrance exam!" Lin Zhiyi’s throat tightened.

"It depends on what you decide."

The man loomed over Lin Zhiyi, his gaze dark with meaning.

Lin Zhiyi gritted her teeth. "You bastard!"

He remained unmoved, his thin lips parting slightly. "Spend one night with me, and I’ll save your mother and release Gao Ting."

"..."

Lin Zhiyi snapped her focus to him, her face pale and devoid of expression. Her eyes wavered, filled with hatred and despair.

A few seconds later, her shoulders slumped.

Her lips trembled as she said, "I hope Third Young Master will honor his word."

As soon as she finished speaking, Lin Zhiyi’s body was suddenly lifted. The man carried her across the house to the bedroom.

When she came to her senses, she was already standing at the edge of the master bed.

Looking at the bed, her face remained blank—even with the heater blowing warmth onto her, she still felt cold.

Lowering her head to glance at her trembling hands, she seemed to be suppressing something.

Suddenly, a clean set of clothes and a towel appeared in her hands.

"Wash up," Gong Chen said, gesturing to the bathroom.

Lin Zhiyi realized how disheveled she looked and guessed Gong Chen had probably lost interest.

She preferred things to stay this way for the night.

Yet she was pregnant. If it continued like this, she would surely fall ill, and medication during pregnancy required careful consideration.

After weighing her options, she nodded and turned to enter the bathroom.

In the bathroom, Lin Zhiyi lingered, spending over an hour just showering, then scrubbing her clothes under the faucet.

She even sat idly on the toilet for half an hour.

Until she heard a knock on the door.

"Lin Zhiyi, are you planning to move in there?" Gong Chen added calmly, "Stalling doesn’t count."

*Whoosh—*

Lin Zhiyi yanked open the door forcefully.

"I was born to shower slowly!"

Because of the warm humidity of the bathroom, her cheeks were already tinted red.

Now, like a child whose lie had been exposed, her face was completely flushed.

Gong Chen’s gaze dropped slightly. His warm fingertips brushed against her ear, causing her to tense up.

He touched her damp hair and furrowed his brows. "Why didn’t you dry it?"

Lin Zhiyi twisted her hair. "It’s fine."

After speaking, she turned to leave, only to be pulled back by his hand.

Just as she steadied herself, the sound of a hairdryer buzzed beside her ear.

Gong Chen stood behind her, methodically blowing her hair dry strand by strand.

The bursts of warm wind rippled through her heart.

She raised her gaze slightly to observe the man in the mirror.

He had evidently cleaned up himself, now wearing a thin black shirt that looked effortlessly casual.

Yet it didn’t diminish his uniquely striking presence.

His hands sifted gently through her hair. The delicate movements almost convinced her she was being handled with care.

Lost in thought, Lin Zhiyi didn’t even notice when the hairdryer stopped.

By the time she regained her senses, Gong Chen had led her out of the master bedroom.

She couldn’t figure out what he was planning.

Until she saw three simple dishes set on the dining table.

Gong Chen guided her to sit down and placed a bowl of freshly cooked rice in front of her.

"Limited skills. Manage with this," he said.

Lin Zhiyi found herself briefly speechless, then nodded. "Okay."

She knew Gong Chen could cook simple dishes.

But she had only ever had his noodles and failed attempts at making sandwiches.

The dishes before her now, while not as exquisite as the Gong Family chef’s creations, were surprisingly decent.

Lin Zhiyi took a bite of the tomato and scrambled eggs and found it unexpectedly delicious.

Unable to resist, she praised, "It’s good."

"There’s more in the pot."

"More?" Lin Zhiyi glanced at the large plate in front of her and probed, "How much did you make exactly?"

Gong Chen coughed lightly and focused on eating. "Accidentally made a bit too much."

A bit?

The famously composed Third Young Master sounding so sheepish—it clearly wasn’t just a little.

Lin Zhiyi immediately got up and walked into the kitchen, only to see a massive pot of tomato and eggs, a massive pot of potato slices, and a massive pot of lettuce with oyster sauce.

"How long are you planning to eat all this?"

The moment she spoke, she regretted it.

The Third Young Master would never eat leftovers.

Gong Chen lowered his gaze and said in a deep voice, "Aren’t you still here?"

Lin Zhiyi’s hand tightened against the doorframe as she looked at the kitchen’s clutter, imagining how flustered Gong Chen must’ve been while cooking.

But they only had this one night together.

She pressed her lips tightly, not wanting to ruin this rare moment of peace.

She returned to the table. "Let’s eat."

After the meal, Lin Zhiyi stood up intending to tidy up the kitchen.

Gong Chen frowned and directly pulled her away from the kitchen, slamming the door shut in frustration.

She panicked and said hurriedly, "I’ll just wash the dishes."

"How long do you plan to run from this?"

Lin Zhiyi wiped her hands with a napkin, smiling bitterly. "Fine. Back to the room, then."

"Go to the couch."

"..."

Lin Zhiyi bit her lip, feeling humiliated.

But for Liu He and Gao Ting’s sake, she obediently sat on the couch.

When Gong Chen sat beside her, his overwhelming presence made her tense, gripping the fabric of her pants tightly.

The next moment...

"Which one?" Gong Chen asked, holding up the remote and turning on the television.

"Huh?" Lin Zhiyi blushed. "You have such peculiar tastes?"

Leaning against the couch, Gong Chen cupped his chin with one hand and fiddled with the remote in the other. Raising his brow, he retorted, "Lin Zhiyi, I was asking which movie you wanted to watch."

"..."

Lin Zhiyi froze, her back stiffening as her neck flushed red.

She had misunderstood.

She had assumed...

Gong Chen turned to look at her. "What were you thinking?"

Lin Zhiyi snapped out of it, shaking her head furiously. "Nothing. Pick something. I like Ah San’s films."

Songs and dances that lasted over three hours? Ideal for stalling.

Not only was the runtime long, but the film could also be mildly hypnotic.

Gong Chen noticed the subtle expression on her face but didn’t expose her intentions, letting her browse movies by Ah San.

"You’re sure?"

"Yeah."

Lin Zhiyi chose a movie featuring a lovely woman on the cover, with a runtime of three and a half hours plus musical interludes—it practically promised the night would fly by.

Gong Chen cast her a meaningful look before finally selecting her choice.

Less than half an hour in, Lin Zhiyi’s face burned scarlet.

The state-of-the-art sound system amplified every delicate moan of the film’s heroine.

Three and a half hours!!

How could anyone fall asleep to this?

Lin Zhiyi shut her eyes, refusing to watch.

Suddenly, she felt warm breath close to her ear.

The man’s nose brushed against her earlobe—deliberate, yet fleeting—and his deep voice murmured, "Why’ve you stopped watching?"