Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight novel Chapter 12

Chapter 12: Chapter 12 He Knows Everything

Chapter 12 -12 He Knows Everything

Lin Zhiyi was dragged backward by Zhao Cheng, and as her consciousness blurred, she clenched her fists tightly, her fingertips digging into her palms, igniting pain that snapped her thoughts back into focus.

She had to save herself!

Lin Zhiyi steadied herself by gripping the door handle, her eyes scanning for something that could aid her escape.

The crystal ornament on the dashboard presented an opportunity.

But as she reached for it, she always fell just short.

Gritting her teeth to resist Zhao Cheng’s force, her fingertips eventually made contact with the crystal ornament.

The moment she snatched it from the anti-slip mat, she hurled it backwards with all her strength.

With a thud, Zhao Cheng groaned and let go of Lin Zhiyi.

Seizing the chance, Lin Zhiyi pressed the car door unlock button and tumbled out of the vehicle.

On this autumn night, the moon shone like a ribbon of silk, yet the wind scraped against Lin Zhiyi’s body like a sharp blade.

She struggled to run forward.

After only a couple of steps, the person behind her grabbed her neck; she bit down hard to resist, but he caught her hair and smashed her head against the car door.

Dizzy, she collapsed, and Zhao Cheng took the opportunity to stuff her into the back seat.

Zhao Cheng stood at the car door, gasping for breath, carelessly wiping the blood from his forehead, his eyes devoid of the warmth and consideration they held before.

He hissed, “If it weren’t for your beauty, I couldn’t be bothered to talk to you, dining out, watching movies—it means you’re agreeing to what comes next! Now you want to leave? Are you playing me?”

Lin Zhiyi refused to resign herself to fate, struggling fiercely, kicking and thrashing to keep Zhao Cheng away.

But Zhao Cheng took the chance to grab her ankle, slip off her high heel, and began to stroke her foot, moving upwards.

Lin Zhiyi instantly felt as though there were a snake slithering over her skin, sending chills all over her body.

She kicked several times, attempting to withdraw her feet, but this only gave Zhao Cheng the chance to force them apart.

With a triumphant grin, Zhao Cheng wedged himself between Lin Zhiyi’s legs, his body bearing down on her, his hands roaming over her skin near the hem of her skirt.

He inhaled deeply against Lin Zhiyi’s body as if to savor it.

Truly fragrant, truly soft.

Lin Zhiyi was beautiful, bewitchingly so, without being flamboyant, her skin luminous. From the excitement, a blush radiated from beneath her fair skin, like she was slightly intoxicated.

Coupled with her eyes, misty with tears, she was irresistibly alluring.

Any man who saw her would want to pounce and ravage her.

Indeed, lying beneath him, Lin Zhiyi’s body felt softer and more delicate than he imagined.

He chuckled lowly, “Don’t blame me, it was your mother who offered you up. The Gong Family wants to do business with me, and she eagerly presented both you and the deal. Just go along with me, and your family won’t miss out on the benefits. Otherwise, don’t blame me for being rough. You should know what your family amounts to in the eyes of the Gong Family!”

While speaking, he spread Lin Zhiyi’s knees apart with his leg, touched her cheek, and forcefully ripped open her collar, exposing a large expanse of her skin to the moonlight.

Desire filled his eyes as he leaned in for a kiss.

In her dizzy state, Lin Zhiyi saw her handbag that had fallen on the floor mat.

Liu He had given her a small, studded, square leather purse to match her outfit; it was heavy, despite its size being able to fit only a phone.

It was heavy enough to kill someone!

As Zhao Cheng’s hand crept up her skirt, Lin Zhiyi’s eyes flashed ferociously, and she grabbed the bag and smashed it against his head.

“Ah!”

Zhao Cheng clutched his head in agony.

But Lin Zhiyi did not stop; her eyes burned crimson as she struck him once, twice, thrice…

“Lin Zhiyi, I was wrong! I was wrong…”

Lin Zhiyi knew full well he was not apologizing but was afraid.

Reborn into this life, she didn’t want to provoke anyone.

Why couldn’t they leave her alone?

Zhao Cheng’s voice grew weaker, and blood dripped onto her face and body, drop by drop.

Not until he lay completely unconscious beneath the seat did Lin Zhiyi cease her assault.

She tidied her clothes and stumbled out of the car.

As she propped herself up, she could not utter a single word, dragging her blood-soaked and misshapen purse behind her, step by step. _{fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm}

Halfway through, the car lights across from her flashed on.

Lin Zhiyi shielded her eyes, and once they adjusted, she saw Gong Chen descend from his car—an epitome of neatness and cold elegance, a stark contrast to her disheveled state.