Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight novel Chapter 192

Chapter 192: Chapter 192: We Cannot Let Lin Zhiyi Become a Stain on Our Family

Lin Zhiyi came back to her senses and, with the help of Liu He and the nurse, had changed into a clean set of clothes.

Even the fresh blood on her head had been washed away.

Her half-dry hair hung over her cheeks, portraying a shattered sense of beauty, but her eyes were completely lifeless.

Like a marionette being pulled by strings.

Li Huan was bowing his head, carefully clipping away the curled dead skin when he saw her fingers twitch and immediately spoke to comfort her, "It will be over soon, just bear with it a little."

Lin Zhiyi numbly nodded, then changed the topic to ask, "How is Song Wanqiu?"

"She had a miscarriage and lost a lot of blood, but she’s fine now," Li Huan said with difficulty.

At those words, Lin Zhiyi clenched her teeth tightly, her hands gripping the edge of the bed firmly, first nodding then shaking her head.

"I didn’t push her."

Li Huan looked up in surprise, seeing the ash-grey in her eyes and couldn’t help but feel pity.

"Actually..."

Before he could finish, the door to the room was pushed open.

Song Wanqiu was sitting in a wheelchair, pushed in by Qin Shuang.

She was draped in a blanket, her face extremely pale and haggard.

When she looked at Lin Zhiyi, her expression seemed to carry an extra bit of tolerance.

"Zhiyi, are you okay? I heard about what happened outside the operating room, you’ve been wronged, and I don’t blame you."

Lin Zhiyi had long been familiar with Song Wanqiu’s acting, but she still found the scene laughably absurd.

"Song Wanqiu, what right do you have to blame me? Whether I pushed you or not, you know very well!"

Her grey eyes, cold with anger, coupled with a sneer, made her whole being seem icily shattered.

Song Wanqiu choked up, tears streaming down her cheeks, and despite Lin Zhiyi’s resistance, she grabbed her hand.

Without missing the mark, pressing down hard on her wound.

So that she couldn’t move.

"Zhiyi, I know you’re secretly in love with the Third Young Master, but we’re getting married soon, you can’t continue to be deluded! I don’t even blame you for causing my miscarriage, what more do you want from me? Please, leave us alone!"

As she spoke, she pressed down on Lin Zhiyi’s wound, trying to stand up.

Lin Zhiyi winced with pain and forcefully shook off Song Wanqiu’s hand.

Song Wanqiu’s body swayed and hit the end of the bed, accidentally pressing on the remote control.

The network TV suddenly switched to a live broadcast.

"In one month, Third Young Master and Song Wanqiu will complete the wedding of the century."

Lin Zhiyi stared at the words on the screen, finally understanding Song Wanqiu’s intentions.

She turned her head and saw Song Wanqiu, who had returned to her wheelchair, giving her a smug, light laugh, before switching to a teary demeanor.

"Zhiyi, I’m begging you."

By then, many people had gathered at the door, their eyes accusingly staring at Lin Zhiyi.

Lin Zhiyi felt as if she had returned to her past life.

She was similarly vilified by the crowd under the impeccable switch of Song Wanqiu’s acting skills.

Those whispered rumors kept amplifying, tearing at her whole body, the salty, unbearable taste of blood slowly climbing up her throat.

She clenched her clothes tightly, her fingers turning white with tension, her body trembling uncontrollably.

"Enough! Song Wanqiu, don’t go too far!" Li Huan shouted angrily.

Had he not seen with his own eyes Song Wanqiu and Li He rolling in the sheets, forgetting themselves, he would have really believed Song Wanqiu loved Gong Chen so much.

Now he understood just how much she loved acting.

Song Wanqiu paused, her eyes narrowed, and with tears threatening to fall she said, "Li Huan, I know Zhiyi is indeed quite likable, but I... I have lost my child!"

"You..."

Li Huan frowned, realizing that Song Wanqiu was implying to everyone that he and Lin Zhiyi were having an affair.

The crowd’s gaze once again overwhelmed Lin Zhiyi.

Just as she was on the verge of collapsing, a cool voice rang out.

"What’s going on?"

At the sound, the crowd stepped back to make way.