Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight novel Chapter 146

Chapter 146: Chapter 146: She Has Always Been Seducing Lao San

Lin Zhiyi had not expected Chen Sulan to suddenly pounce on her, causing her to lose her balance and fall to the ground.

Her hand instinctively braced against the floor, and her palm landed right on the shattered pieces of Old Mr. Gong’s teacup.

Pain instantly spread throughout her body, robbing her of any ability to resist while Chen Sulan pulled and tugged at her.

As Liu He reacted, she hurriedly tried to pull Chen Sulan away.

"Let go of my daughter!"

But Chen Sulan, now obsessed with defending Gong Yan, possessed a startling amount of strength!

She clutched Lin Zhiyi’s scarf tightly, her voice shrill, "Dad, look! I have evidence! I’ll prove she’s been seducing Lao San all along!"

The scarf tightened abruptly, making it difficult for Lin Zhiyi to breathe, just when she felt as though her neck was about to break.

Finally, Gong Shiyan managed to pull the frantic Chen Sulan away.

At the same time, the scarf was also torn from her grasp.

Liu He quickly shielded Lin Zhiyi, her voice filled with concern, "Zhiyi, are you alright?"

Lin Zhiyi was just about to respond, but a sharp pain in her throat made her cough.

"Cough, cough, cough... No, I’m fine."

Liu He glared angrily at Chen Sulan, "Madam, have you lost your mind?"

"Heh, rather than talking about me, you should have your daughter think about how she will explain things to Old Mr. Gong! Since she claimed to have severed ties with Lao San long ago, why does she still have something of his?"

Chen Sulan held Lin Zhiyi’s scarf high.

Seeing this, Lin Zhiyi tensed up and reached out to grab her scarf, "No! Give it back to me!"

But because she had nearly suffocated earlier, her mind was still fuzzy, and she had no strength to compete for it.

Chen Sulan scoffed, "No? Then what are you afraid of?"

During the argument, even Old Mr. Gong’s face showed a shade of annoyance.

At that moment, a figure approached calmly.

A coat hung over the man’s arm, and his eyes, cold as frost, swept lightly over the people in the hall.

His gaze, upon seeing the marks on Lin Zhiyi’s neck, remained as calm as water.

He passed by the crowd and slowly sat down next to Old Mr. Gong.

With a light tap on the table, a servant brought him hot tea.

He sipped the tea and spoke softly, "What’s all this commotion?"

Old Mr. Gong adjusted his disheveled sleeve and said in a composed tone, "Your sister-in-law is spouting nonsense again, claiming that you are still in contact with Lin Zhiyi behind the scenes."

Gong Chen casually set down his teacup, "My sister-in-law is thoughtful, indeed. Besides caring about my job, she even takes such an interest in my private life. She’d better spend more time caring about the Chen Family."

Hearing the sarcasm, Chen Sulan’s lips trembled as she forcefully presented the scarf to Old Mr. Gong.

"Dad, this scarf is the evidence! Mom knitted this for Lao San before she died. The name on it was stitched by her, one stitch at a time! It’s one of a kind!"

Lin Zhiyi was unfamiliar with Gong Chen’s mother in both her past and current life; no one in the Gong Family had mentioned her.

All she knew was that Gong Chen’s mother had struggled to conceive him close to age fifty and later damaged her health during childbirth, suffering for several years in bed before passing away.

Gong Chen seldom spoke of his mother, but he cherished the items she left behind.

So when she heard the phrase "one of a kind," Lin Zhiyi was momentarily stunned.

She didn’t know these things.

But upon mention, she felt as if she had seen this scarf somewhere in her past life, yet she couldn’t quite remember where.

She slightly raised her eyes to Gong Chen, their gazes meeting, his deep, ink-soaked eyes seemingly piercing when they stared back, unfathomable.

But as she thought of his previous usage of her, Lin Zhiyi unconsciously clenched her bleeding hand and quickly averted her eyes.

The man, however, did not withdraw his stare, exerting an invisible, dominating, and dangerous pressure, as if ready to devour her at any moment.