Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight-Chapter 392 Farewell, then

"Let’s part ways here."

Gong Chen stared at the handwriting, stunned for a long time before regaining his composure.

His throat was dry, his voice husky, "Truly heartless."

As if he had anticipated this, his face revealed no emotions.

Gong Chen placed the two letters together and took out two Kabbalah bracelets from the cabinet.

With a snap, the bracelets coiled around his wrist.

He clenched his fist, staring intently at the two sentences.

"Let’s be together."

"Let’s part ways here."

It was as if he had gained everything in one moment but lost it all the next.

Gong Chen’s face grew paler by the second, his bloodshot eyes filled with despair. He lowered his gaze slightly, veiling the fragments of his broken heart.

"Zhiyi."

"Please, come back, will you?"

...

Three years later, at Hai Yue Bay.

The courier, Xiao Han, loaded packages one by one onto his truck.

"Miss Lin, your online store seems to be doing great this year."

"Just a small business," Lin Zhiyi replied as she signed the delivery slip.

Xiao Han lingered, hesitating for a moment before speaking, "Um... I checked out your shop, the custom jewelry—it must be pretty expensive, right?"

"What’s the matter?" Lin Zhiyi capped her pen and began organizing items for other clients.

Xiao Han scratched his head. "My wife is due next month. People around here say you’re the best designer. The little accessories you sell outside your guesthouse are always top sellers. I was hoping you could design something special for her. But if it’s too expensive, then forget it..."

He had seen the insured prices for Lin Zhiyi’s products. Even the insurance fees alone left him dumbfounded.

Lin Zhiyi glanced at his sun-darkened face and smiled. "I’ll design it for free. Just cover the material costs when the time comes."

"Thank you so much! From now on, if you ever need anything heavy moved, just call me. I’ll definitely..."

Before he could finish, a scream erupted from upstairs.

"Ah!"

Lin Zhiyi rubbed her ear, while Xiao Han seemed completely unbothered.

"Is it that new short-term tenant again? What on earth are they doing all day, acting so eccentric?"

"They’re just out of creative inspiration. As long as they don’t jump into the sea, everything’s fine."

In any case, it was Hai Yue Bay’s off-season. Empty rooms were still empty rooms, so having short-term tenants was better than none.

Speaking of jumping into the sea...

When Lin Zhiyi had first opened her guesthouse, she didn’t believe in such superstitions.

That is, until one night, she heard the sound of a door opening. A young woman, shouting into her phone, screamed, "I’ll make you regret this! Watch me die!"

She ran toward the sea as she yelled.

Eight months pregnant at the time, Lin Zhiyi chased after her, finally persuading the woman to stop with the help of other tourists.

She spent the entire night talking with the girl, ultimately changing her mind.

The girl looked at her curiously, "Have you also been heartbroken? Only you truly understand my pain."

"Sort of," Lin Zhiyi replied reluctantly, going along with the girl.

The girl cried in her arms for an hour and, by morning, seemed past it. freeweɓnøvel.com

That’s how Lin Zhiyi became famous—quite inexplicably.

After that, many heartbroken women came to stay at her guesthouse, watching as she navigated single motherhood and childbirth by herself.

From there, a wildly exaggerated rumor began to circulate.

They said she had been defrauded—both financially and emotionally—by a scumbag, left pregnant and abandoned in the end.

At first, she tried to explain, but the more she explained, the more absurd the rumors became. Soon, the story evolved into claims that she had been assaulted, and the perpetrator was imprisoned.

In the end, she gave up, silently accepting the original version of the rumor.

After Xiao Han left, a slouched figure descended the stairs.

It was the screaming tenant from earlier—Liao Yi.

She was an online comic artist whose current body of work... had no notable achievements.

"I got rejected again. They said my portrayal of the profession was completely unprofessional—and ugly, at that! It’s just an assistant job, serving tea and carrying things around. Does it need to be that professional? Do they have to look good, too?"

Liao Yi opened her draft.

One glance was all it took for Lin Zhiyi to see how wildly unprofessional the assistant looked, making even the male protagonist seem like an idiot.

She couldn’t help but think of two extremely professional but polar-opposite assistants she had once encountered.

She couldn’t hold back her laugh.

"What? You think it’s funny, too? Is it that awful?" Liao Yi was on the verge of tears.

Not wanting to offend her "God of Wealth," Lin Zhiyi quickly said, "How about I offer you some small suggestions?"

For occupational-themed comics, Lin Zhiyi could indeed provide some pointers.

Liao Yi nodded eagerly.

"You could draw it this way—this assistant could be like this... or like that... Oh, and this might work too..."

As Lin Zhiyi explained, Liao Yi grew more and more excited.

"I suddenly have an idea! I need to go back upstairs!"

Lin Zhiyi watched her dash off but didn’t think much of it. Just then, the clock on the wall reminded her it was time to pick up her child.

She walked to the local kindergarten in the small town.

At 3:30, the younger class was dismissed first.

A small figure, wearing a yellow cap and sporting two pigtails, wobbled toward her.

"Mommy! I missed you so much!"

Lin Zhiyi scooped her daughter up and pulled a hawthorn-flavored snack from her pocket. "The teacher said you were the best-behaved today. Here’s your reward."

"Wow! Thank you, Mommy!"

The little girl’s big, bright black eyes sparkled, and she leaned in to give Lin Zhiyi a kiss.

At moments like these, Lin Zhiyi felt incredibly thankful for her decision to leave.

Because her precious Xingxing had finally returned to her side.

Gone were the glamorous but suffocating cages of the past; Xingxing was carefree every day.

However...

The teacher approached with a bag of medicine.

"Xingxing’s mother, she was very good with her medication today."

"Thank you so much, teacher."

"It’s not a problem."

Lin Zhiyi took the medicine bag and carried Xingxing as they headed home.

Licking her hawthorn stick, Xingxing pouted. "Mommy, when will I not have to take medicine anymore?"

"Very soon," Lin Zhiyi replied, pressing her lips together, her eyes showing a faint trace of sadness.

She still didn’t know if she’d been selfish to keep her child, or if it had been the drugs Gong Chen was given that night.

From birth, Xingxing had a weak heart. She had visited numerous hospitals, but none could determine the cause.

She had even cryptically asked the doctors if it might be related to drugs Gong Chen had taken, potentially affecting conception.

The doctors admitted it was possible but would depend on the drug type and dosage.

The good news was that Xingxing’s condition had been stable with medication, and surgery would be possible when she was older.

Back at the guesthouse, Liao Yi leaned against the second-floor corridor window, waving.

"Zhiyi, your suggestions worked! I’m about to get published!"

"Congratulations." Lin Zhiyi nodded, reminding her, "Dinner’s at six—don’t forget again by overworking yourself."

"Got it."

As Liao Yi nodded excitedly, she caught sight of Xingxing, who was chewing on her hawthorn stick.

What a beautiful child.

She might actually be inspiration for a character.

...

A week later, at the hospital.

Li Huan had just walked in when he noticed that everyone was giving him strange looks.

The usually friendly nurses stifled giggles as they saw him.

Could it be... had he accidentally worn his sweater backward?

He quickly looked down to check. Nope, everything was fine.

Just as he was about to stop someone to ask, Chen Jin approached.

"I’m here to pick up Third Young Master’s medication and also check on test results with you."

"The blood test results are fine," Li Huan replied in a low voice.

As the two spoke, the smiles from those around them grew even more pronounced.

One of the nurses Li Huan was familiar with even said, "Doctor Li, hang in there. You’ve got my vote."

"Huh?"

Li Huan looked completely bewildered.

Chen Jin also noticed the peculiar glances directed at them.

He asked Li Huan, "What’s going on here?"

"I have no idea," Li Huan replied hurriedly, stopping one of the nurses. "Why are you laughing?"

"Doctor Li, don’t you know? Did you offend someone?" The nurse looked surprised as she pulled out her phone and opened the most popular comic currently trending.

Li Huan glanced at the screen, then abruptly looked up at Chen Jin, quickly scooting a few steps away from him.

"What is this?" he demanded.

"It’s a comic! Don’t these two look like you? Maybe not perfectly, but at least 70-80% similar. Oh, and last night there was a new Chapter. There’s even a new character with a baby!"

The nurse grew more excited as she scrolled to the latest update.

It showed a man holding a baby.

"Oh my god! What the heck! Isn’t this Zhou Zhao? And whose baby is this?"

Realizing what she had just said, Li Huan quickly covered his mouth.

Wasn’t that basically admitting the first part looked like him?

The nurse held back her laughter, sneaking a glance at Chen Jin. It was all just for fun, after all.

But Chen Jin’s gaze lingered on the child drawn in the comic as he frowned. "Don’t you think the child looks familiar?"

Li Huan cast another glance and froze in shock. "This artist is done for."