Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight novel Chapter 118

Chapter 118: Chapter 118: Miscarriage

Chapter 118 -118: Miscarriage

The other colleagues, upon hearing Lin Zhiyi mention it briefly, were also very curious about Song Wanqiu’s illness.

“Right, Miss Song, what sickness do you have?”

Wanqiu’s eyes panicked for a moment, but she quickly composed herself and smiled faintly.

“Just a small cold. Third Young Master is making too much of a fuss, afraid that something will happen to me, so he’s been by my side all this time.”

Always by her side?

Lin Zhiyi chuckled lightly.

Song Wanqiu’s smile stiffened, and she frowned, saying, “Lin Zhiyi, what are you laughing at?”

What am I laughing at?

Of course, it’s because she’s lying through her teeth.

Gong Chen was still being punished at home yesterday. How could he have been by her side all the time?

But from her expression, she clearly didn’t know about Gong Chen getting injured.

Gong Chen loves her so much, why didn’t he tell her?

Maybe… he was afraid she would worry.

How ironic.

Lin Zhiyi didn’t want to get entangled with her and dismissed her effort: “I’m glad for your blissful love.”

Song Wanqiu gritted her teeth, but what came out was a clichéd, old-fashioned tone.

“Zhiyi, are you upset? It’s my fault. I shouldn’t always share how good Third Young Master is to me. Don’t be mad. I’ll buy everyone a drink.”

A drink?

Lin Zhiyi pondered for a few seconds, mimicking her tone, “Well, thank you for your generosity, Miss Song. There’s a new coffee shop across the street. Their molten sand Americano is a specialty. How about we all try it?”

Hearing “Americano,” the hand Song Wanqiu had been holding trembled noticeably.

Before she could speak, other colleagues chimed in,

“I’ve been wanting to try it. I even added the store manager on WeChat. If we need to order, I can contact her now. What do you say, Miss Song?”

With no way out, Wanqiu could only nod and agree.

Half an hour later, a coffee shop employee knocked on the door with a bag in hand.

Out of courtesy, a colleague handed the first cup of coffee to Song Wanqiu.

“Miss Song, try this first. The coffee beans here aren’t bad.”

Wanqiu stared at the coffee filled with ice cubes. Her breathing staggered, daring only to sip a little.