Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight novel Chapter 362

Chapter 362: Chapter 362: I Want to Live for You

On the way back with Liu He, Lin Zhiyi pondered a lot.

If she wanted this child, she would have to leave.

But she had to find an open and legitimate reason to leave, otherwise, it would still arouse suspicion.

She just hadn’t figured out what that reason would be yet.

Besides, Liu He’s situation was even more important right now.

She consoled, "Mom, don’t worry, I will be careful. But please keep this a secret for me, don’t even tell Uncle."

"Okay." Liu He gradually calmed down, reaching out to touch Lin Zhiyi’s bruised cheek, "Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn’t hurt." Lin Zhiyi held her hand, returning to the matter at hand, "Mom, right now we don’t even know who our opponent is, we must be cautious."

"Alright."

Liu He’s expression was particularly serious.

After expressing her desire to keep the child, Lin Zhiyi felt less agitated.

Before leaving, she remembered something.

"Mom, don’t forget to send me Aunt Jiang’s project proposal."

"I’ll send it to you right away."

"Then I’ll go back first."

After instructing her, Lin Zhiyi took a taxi home.

Just arriving at the apartment building, she received Liu He’s project proposal.

She had no background in this field, so she couldn’t understand the proposal, and could only look up a rough idea online.

The proposal of Aunt Jiang seemed very standard.

Was she really overthinking things?

She couldn’t take the risk and decided to send it to Sang Li for a look.

Stepping out of the elevator, just about to send the file, the corridor sensor light turned on, and a shadow fell.

Before Lin Zhiyi could react, a man in front of her grabbed her hand and headed straight for the house.

It wasn’t until she was backed against the door that she snapped back to reality.

She said angrily, "You have my house key? Were you waiting at the door for me, pretending to be pitiful all this time?"

The man didn’t turn on the lights, raising his hand to rest it above Lin Zhiyi’s head, leaning slightly down, his face indistinct in the darkness.

His hard-to-read expression was filled with a sense of aggression amidst his breathing.

"Hmm."

"..."

Lin Zhiyi paused, cursing under her breath about his shamelessness.

She had already changed the lock once.

The nights of spring were gradually warming up.

The two of them crammed into the narrow entryway, the air growing thin and the temperature climbing, as if about to ignite something.

Gong Chen’s jaw was tense, his Adam’s apple rolling, his calm, dark eyes hidden in the shadows churning with complex emotions.

As he drew closer, Lin Zhiyi resisted and turned her head away.

His gaze lingered, watching Lin Zhiyi’s profile silently, he suppressed his voice, "Zhiyi."

Lin Zhiyi was startled, clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palm using the pain to reel back her reason.

"Get away!"

She struggled to push away the Gong Chen in front of her, in her panic, she bumped into a shoe bench, and her body fell outward.

Her first reaction was to protect her belly.

But before she could fall, Gong Chen reached out to support her body, his hand just settling on her lower abdomen.

With the weather getting warmer, Lin Zhiyi was only wearing a thin cardigan.

When their bodies touched, it felt like there was no barrier, his warm palm ironing her skin.

The strange sensation made Lin Zhiyi’s heart tremble, she forcefully pulled away the hand at her waist and fled Gong Chen’s embrace in an inelegant manner.

Gong Chen didn’t steady himself and crashed into a cabinet, tumbling to the ground.

Silence fell around them instantly.

He tilted his head back slightly, his fine hair obscuring his eyes.

Lin Zhiyi could only hear his hoarse and deep voice mingled with a mocking laugh, almost self-deprecating in the darkness.

"Do you despise me that much?"

"Last time here, didn’t you still hope that I wouldn’t die?"

Lin Zhiyi didn’t look at him, casually spoke, "I don’t remember."

Gong Chen, with one leg bent, his hand bracing on his knee as he made a faint effort, but for some reason he didn’t stand up.

Afterward, he just sat there, his long hands loosely hanging, his fingertips gleaming like jade.