Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight novel Chapter 399

Chapter 399: Chapter 399: We’ll Settle Our Accounts Later

Thinking of her daughter, Lin Zhiyi still stopped in her tracks.

She shot her daughter a glance, motioning for her to come over.

Her daughter sipped her milk, and in the next second, a little foot poked out from Gong Chen’s coat.

Signaling that she had no shoes.

Lin Zhiyi could only walk over, extending her hand while trying to remain calm: "Third Young Master, this isn’t your child."

"Did I ask?"

Gong Chen pulled the coat around Xingxing’s foot and slowly stood up, pausing in front of Lin Zhiyi.

As the man’s gaze fell upon her, sweat already began to bead on Lin Zhiyi’s back.

Dominant, obsessive.

Yet mixed with another emotion, one that crept toward her softly and gently.

Like vines wrapping around her body, rendering her immobile.

She pressed her lips tightly together, fully aware that Gong Chen appearing here meant there was no way he hadn’t investigated everything.

Lin Zhiyi wanted to flee, but ultimately met the man’s gaze.

The instant their eyes locked, time seemed to freeze around her. She fell into a pair of eyes overflowing with longing and tenderness, deep and enigmatic, nearly drowning her.

Even now, she still wasn’t adept at dealing with Gong Chen. Flustered, she stepped back and nearly fell.

Gong Chen, holding the child in one arm, steadied her by wrapping her waist with the other hand, his grip firm enough to feel embedded in her skin.

Lin Zhiyi trembled all over; the tingling sensation was both unfamiliar and oddly familiar.

She immediately raised her hand to push him away: "Let go!"

"Let go so you can run?" Gong Chen raised an eyebrow.

Lin Zhiyi’s cheeks flushed faintly, her eyes flashing with anger: "All you ever do is coerce people, isn’t it?"

Upon hearing this, the light in Gong Chen’s eyes dimmed slightly. His long fingers loosened their hold on Lin Zhiyi’s waist.

Lowering his gaze, he grabbed Lin Zhiyi’s wrist and stared at the scratches on her hand: "What happened to your hand?"

"None of your business," Lin Zhiyi struggled.

"The child will worry too," Gong Chen said softly.

Lin Zhiyi looked up and saw Xingxing frowning as she stared at her hands.

"Mama, does it hurt?"

Xingxing had always been more mature than children her age, emotionally sensitive as well.

Lin Zhiyi hurried to reassure her: "It doesn’t hurt."

Gong Chen lightly patted Xingxing, speaking in a detached tone: "Should we take her to treat the wound?"

Xingxing nodded solemnly.

Lin Zhiyi bit her lip and glared indignantly at Gong Chen. He still knew exactly how to manipulate her.

Left with no choice, Lin Zhiyi followed Gong Chen to find a nurse.

While the nurse turned to retrieve iodine solution for Gong Chen, her gaze kept darting between Xingxing and Gong Chen’s faces.

Lin Zhiyi frowned tightly.

She couldn’t allow anyone to suspect the relationship between Xingxing and Gong Chen.

"Does it hurt a lot?"

"It’s alright," Lin Zhiyi replied, staring at the crimson traces on her hand, her mind restless.

"Give it to me."

"What...?"

Before Lin Zhiyi could finish speaking, her hands were gently lifted by Gong Chen, brought to his lips.

He softly blew on the scraped skin.

The tingling sensation in her palm jolted Lin Zhiyi back to her senses.

She tried moving her hand, but the man held it tighter.

"Don’t move." His long lashes lifted, his voice sounding half-angry, half-reproachful. "We’ll settle our account later."

"Hehehe."

Laughter rang out beside them.

Xingxing sat in the chair, covering her mouth as she giggled.

Her dark, shining eyes locked on Gong Chen, seemingly frozen, brimming not only with curiosity and amusement but also with an unbreakable sense of joy born of blood ties.

She liked Gong Chen.

Just like in the previous life, even if Gong Chen was so aloof.

Though she claimed to dislike her father, the day Gong Chen promised to take her to an amusement park, she was so excited that she couldn’t sleep all night.

She kept asking Lin Zhiyi when it would be morning.

Lin Zhiyi did not want Xingxing to experience again the feeling of being abandoned at any moment.

Taking a deep breath, she looked at the man tending to her wounds, her expression gradually turning cold.

"Third Young Master, what exactly do you want?"

Gong Chen looked at Lin Zhiyi, his gaze scorching: "What do you think?"