Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight novel Chapter 168

Chapter 168: Chapter 168: It’s Not Like I Told Him to Bite You

Chen Jin returned to Gong Chen’s side and whispered, "Third Young Master, Miss Lin left on her own."

Gong Chen was silent for a few seconds, "Have someone watch over her."

"Yes. And also..." Chen Jin leaned closer and whispered a few words in his ear.

Gong Chen hummed with an expressionless face.

He walked over to Song Wanqiu, extended his hand to take down the bag from the luggage rack, and casually draped the coat on his arm over her shoulders.

"Shan City is colder than Jing City."

"Mhm."

Song Wanqiu’s face was filled with shyness, her eyes brimming with eagerness.

The surrounding guests gazed at her with envy.

Lin Zhiyi, having collected her luggage, found Xue Man.

Xue Man was alone.

"Miss Song won’t be leaving with us."

"Mhm."

Lin Zhiyi had guessed as much.

Just as she was thinking about it, there was a commotion not far away.

Gong Chen and Song Wanqiu walked out of the airport at a leisurely pace, with the surrounding chaos almost comparable to that of a celebrity airport pickup.

Song Wanqiu looked up at Lin Zhiyi, instinctively tightening the men’s jacket around her, burying half of her face into the collar.

The eyes that showed were full of triumph.

As for Gong Chen, he didn’t notice Lin Zhiyi, his attention solely on blocking the approaching reporters, deeply worried that someone might bump into the woman he was shielding.

Lin Zhiyi tightened her grip on her suitcase, retracting her gaze.

"President Xue, let’s go."

"Mhm, the car should be here. Let’s go back to the hotel and rest a bit. Tonight just happens to be perfect for accompanying me to a dinner party," Xue Man checked the time.

"Okay."

Hotel.

Gong Chen walked into the suite and immediately let go of Song Wanqiu.

Song Wanqiu was still savoring Gong Chen’s tenderness throughout the trip. Even though the room’s heating was ample, she did not take off the men’s jacket she was wearing.

She poured a cup of tea and offered it with a smile, "Third Young Master, you must be tired from the journey. I had someone prepare some food, and it will be delivered shortly."

"No need. You should go back to your room and rest," Gong Chen said, loosening his tie.

Hearing this, Song Wanqiu’s smile grew even wider.

She knew about Gong Chen’s business trip to Shan City.

That’s why she arranged for both Xue Man’s flight and hotel to be the same.

She thought Gong Chen would be angry when he found out, but he had been incredibly attentive to her throughout the trip.

She just knew Gong Chen couldn’t possibly be without feelings for her.

Song Wanqiu walked up to Gong Chen, reached out a hand to undo his tie, and seeing no refusal from him, her heart rippled with emotion.

With newfound boldness and a blush on her cheeks, she asked shyly, "Third Young Master, may I stay here and rest?"

Gong Chen looked down, allowing her to pull off his tie, "Mhm. The master bedroom is right at the end."

Song Wanqiu twirled his tie in her hands, her cheeks growing redder, "Then I’ll wait for you."

Gong Family.

The butler knocked and entered the tearoom, handing over a tablet to Old Mr. Gong, who was drinking tea.

"It’s Third Young Master and Miss Song; they entered a room together and haven’t come out all afternoon."

Old Mr. Gong set down his teacup and looked closely at the photos on the internet, his expression unreadable.

"He’s gone around in circles just to help Song Wanqiu clear her name?"

"It seems so. Since the two of them were spotted together on a business trip, Miss Song’s public image has returned to what it was before and hasn’t been affected by Liu Xinna," the butler spoke softly.

Old Mr. Gong put down the tablet, but his face didn’t completely relax.

"I can’t make sense of Gong Chen’s thoughts anymore; what does he really want?"

"Third Young Master has always been strict yet protective with Miss Song, which is clear evidence that he truly has feelings for her."

"True feelings?"

Old Mr. Gong tapped his fingers a few times on the tablet, an unreadable expression on his face.