Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight novel Chapter 392

Chapter 392: Chapter 392 Farewell, then

"Let’s part ways here."

Gong Chen stared at the handwriting, stunned for a long time before regaining his composure.

His throat was dry, his voice husky, "Truly heartless."

As if he had anticipated this, his face revealed no emotions.

Gong Chen placed the two letters together and took out two Kabbalah bracelets from the cabinet.

With a snap, the bracelets coiled around his wrist.

He clenched his fist, staring intently at the two sentences.

"Let’s be together."

"Let’s part ways here."

It was as if he had gained everything in one moment but lost it all the next.

Gong Chen’s face grew paler by the second, his bloodshot eyes filled with despair. He lowered his gaze slightly, veiling the fragments of his broken heart.

"Zhiyi."

"Please, come back, will you?"

...

Three years later, at Hai Yue Bay.

The courier, Xiao Han, loaded packages one by one onto his truck.

"Miss Lin, your online store seems to be doing great this year."

"Just a small business," Lin Zhiyi replied as she signed the delivery slip.

Xiao Han lingered, hesitating for a moment before speaking, "Um... I checked out your shop, the custom jewelry—it must be pretty expensive, right?"

"What’s the matter?" Lin Zhiyi capped her pen and began organizing items for other clients.

Xiao Han scratched his head. "My wife is due next month. People around here say you’re the best designer. The little accessories you sell outside your guesthouse are always top sellers. I was hoping you could design something special for her. But if it’s too expensive, then forget it..."

He had seen the insured prices for Lin Zhiyi’s products. Even the insurance fees alone left him dumbfounded.

Lin Zhiyi glanced at his sun-darkened face and smiled. "I’ll design it for free. Just cover the material costs when the time comes."

"Thank you so much! From now on, if you ever need anything heavy moved, just call me. I’ll definitely..."

Before he could finish, a scream erupted from upstairs.

"Ah!"

Lin Zhiyi rubbed her ear, while Xiao Han seemed completely unbothered.

"Is it that new short-term tenant again? What on earth are they doing all day, acting so eccentric?"

"They’re just out of creative inspiration. As long as they don’t jump into the sea, everything’s fine."

In any case, it was Hai Yue Bay’s off-season. Empty rooms were still empty rooms, so having short-term tenants was better than none.

Speaking of jumping into the sea...

When Lin Zhiyi had first opened her guesthouse, she didn’t believe in such superstitions.

That is, until one night, she heard the sound of a door opening. A young woman, shouting into her phone, screamed, "I’ll make you regret this! Watch me die!"

She ran toward the sea as she yelled.

Eight months pregnant at the time, Lin Zhiyi chased after her, finally persuading the woman to stop with the help of other tourists.

She spent the entire night talking with the girl, ultimately changing her mind.

The girl looked at her curiously, "Have you also been heartbroken? Only you truly understand my pain."

"Sort of," Lin Zhiyi replied reluctantly, going along with the girl.

The girl cried in her arms for an hour and, by morning, seemed past it.

That’s how Lin Zhiyi became famous—quite inexplicably.

After that, many heartbroken women came to stay at her guesthouse, watching as she navigated single motherhood and childbirth by herself.

From there, a wildly exaggerated rumor began to circulate.

They said she had been defrauded—both financially and emotionally—by a scumbag, left pregnant and abandoned in the end.

At first, she tried to explain, but the more she explained, the more absurd the rumors became. Soon, the story evolved into claims that she had been assaulted, and the perpetrator was imprisoned.

In the end, she gave up, silently accepting the original version of the rumor.

After Xiao Han left, a slouched figure descended the stairs.

It was the screaming tenant from earlier—Liao Yi.

She was an online comic artist whose current body of work... had no notable achievements.

"I got rejected again. They said my portrayal of the profession was completely unprofessional—and ugly, at that! It’s just an assistant job, serving tea and carrying things around. Does it need to be that professional? Do they have to look good, too?"

Liao Yi opened her draft.

One glance was all it took for Lin Zhiyi to see how wildly unprofessional the assistant looked, making even the male protagonist seem like an idiot.

She couldn’t help but think of two extremely professional but polar-opposite assistants she had once encountered.

She couldn’t hold back her laugh.

"What? You think it’s funny, too? Is it that awful?" Liao Yi was on the verge of tears.

Not wanting to offend her "God of Wealth," Lin Zhiyi quickly said, "How about I offer you some small suggestions?"

For occupational-themed comics, Lin Zhiyi could indeed provide some pointers.

Liao Yi nodded eagerly.

"You could draw it this way—this assistant could be like this... or like that... Oh, and this might work too..."

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