Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight novel Chapter 196

Chapter 196: Chapter 196: Lin Zhiyi, I Feel Indignant on Your Behalf

Lin Zhiyi smoothed her dress and turned around, facing Song Wanqiu’s shocked expression.

"Miss Song, how could you lift the curtain without my permission? What if I were still changing clothes?"

Song Wanqiu, looking at Lin Zhiyi wearing a white long dress, was so full of jealousy that she couldn’t speak.

Even though the style was so simple, it made her look all the more dazzling and charming.

Even the boutique staff, accustomed to seeing all manner of beauties, couldn’t help but show their astonishment.

She clutched the curtain, trying to maintain the smile on her face, but then she caught sight of the handprints on the mirror behind Lin Zhiyi.

Song Wanqiu couldn’t manage to smile at all; she swept a resentful look over Lin Zhiyi and said sarcastically, "Zhiyi’s bridesmaid dress is so long, one might mistake it for a simple wedding gown."

Lin Zhiyi chuckled; no matter what she wore, Song Wanqiu always had something to say.

Seeing Old Mr. Gong reveal an unexpected look, she preempted, "It’s my first time as a bridesmaid, I thought wearing something plain would be fine. Since you think this looks like a wedding dress, then you should choose instead. You’re the lead, what I wear doesn’t matter." _{free𝑤ebnovel.com}

No sooner had she finished speaking when Gong Chen entered and his gaze seemed to casually sweep over Lin Zhiyi.

Lin Zhiyi instinctively dodged, hanging her head low.

Song Wanqiu’s expression was complex, but she then smiled as usual, "Third Young Master, your timing is perfect. Zhiyi’s wit has become sharper and sharper; I can’t even outtalk her. I was just worried that the dress is too long and that she might trip and fall when walking."

Gong Chen sat back on the sofa, leisurely picking up his teacup, "Then change it to a red one, something more festive. You’ve said before that you don’t mind whatever Lin Zhiyi wears."

Song Wanqiu choked back her words, recalling the scene of Lin Zhiyi in a red dress, shining more brightly than everyone else at the jewelry exhibition.

She clenched her fingers, smiling, "Let’s forget it, Zhiyi dressed plainly for my sake; it wouldn’t be right if I didn’t show her some respect."

"Hm," Gong Chen put down his teacup and stood up, "Dad, I’ve got things to do, I have to go now."

"Go ahead."

After Gong Chen left, Old Mr. Gong also stood up.

Whoosh—

A cup of hot tea spilled onto Lin Zhiyi’s dress hem.

The tea stain spread quickly, ruining the pristine white dress.

"My hand slipped, put it on the account," Old Mr. Gong’s expression darkened slightly as he instructed the manager, "Get her a proper bridesmaid dress."

The manager promptly brought over a pale champagne-colored bridesmaid dress.

"This is the most popular bridesmaid dress we have."

The implication was clear—it was the most ordinary.

Old Mr. Gong set the teacup down, his indisputable gaze falling on Lin Zhiyi, "This one. Don’t forget to show up on time the day after tomorrow. Do what you must for your role, understood?"

Lin Zhiyi knew she had no say in the matter and could only nod, "Understood."

"Wanqiu, let’s go," Old Mr. Gong left after getting the answer he wanted.

"Yes."

Song Wanqiu followed behind, but as she passed Lin Zhiyi, she left behind a meaningful smile.

When Lin Zhiyi walked out of the bridal shop, the sky had already darkened, and the winter wind made her feel numb.

She looked up to find no stars, only large clouds overwhelming the sky, making it hard for her to breathe.

As she was leaving, a drizzle began to fall from the sky.

Suddenly, a black umbrella was held above her head.

Lin Zhiyi paused, slowly turning around to see the bridal shop manager.

"Miss, there’s going to be a downpour soon; this umbrella is for you."

Lin Zhiyi’s mind went blank for a few seconds, then she took the umbrella, thanked him, and left.

As she moved further away, a dark figure emerged under the door porch, a pricey and well-tailored coat donned, wrapped with a somewhat mismatched black scarf.

The brooding gaze followed Lin Zhiyi until she disappeared.

The manager nodded, "Everything was done as you ordered."

The man didn’t reply but lit a cigarette, only speaking through the mist, "She actually looks best in red."