Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight novel Chapter 81

Chapter 81: Chapter 81: Drink More Nourishing Soup

Chapter 81 -81: Drink More Nourishing Soup

Upon hearing they would stay in the same room, Song Wanqiu shyly leaned toward Gong Chen.

“President Yu, this is quite embarrassing.”

President Yu raised an eyebrow and said with a smile, “Since Miss Song feels embarrassed, I can easily arrange another room for you.”

As soon as she finished speaking, she raised her hand to call the butler.

Song Wanqiu’s mouth twitched, and she quickly said, “President Yu, you really have a sense of humor. Thank you.”

President Yu looked at her with a profoundly meaningful smile.

Playing innocent, are you?

As soon as Lin Zhiyi heard there could be a room rearrangement, she thought about finding an excuse to change rooms.

But before she could speak, President Yu had to leave due to a phone call.

Having no choice, Lin Zhiyi headed to her own room.

Just as she turned around, Shen Yan suddenly grabbed her arm from behind.

“Zhiyi, are you scared to be alone? Do you need me to keep you company?”

Lin Zhiyi’s arm trembled slightly, her jaw clenched tighter, but she quickly regained her composure.

Keep her company?

She was more afraid that Shen Yan would kill her in the middle of the night.

Without changing her expression, Lin Zhiyi pulled her hand back: “No need, I’m a bit tired, I’ll go back to my room to rest.”

Not giving Shen Yan another chance to speak, Lin Zhiyi pushed the door open and entered.

The room was decorated in a classical style, very beautiful.

But Lin Zhiyi couldn’t care less about appreciating it, as she sat down on the bench at the end of the bed and gritted her teeth as she took off her coat.

Beneath the coat, the cuff of her shirt was scorched black, sticking to her burned flesh.

Lin Zhiyi bit down on her coat, closed her eyes, and with a fierce tug, her whole body trembled as a layer of cold sweat broke out.

She breathed haltingly, collapsed at the end of the bed, curling up her body.

In fact, she had been following Shen Yan since he slipped out of the restroom.

From the moment she saw the surroundings full of plants, she guessed Shen Yan and Song Wanqiu must have tampered with the camellia plants.

So, when she was drinking tea, she covertly took the lighter from next to the tea table.

Later, when Shen Yan kept emphasizing the importance of the camellias, Lin Zhiyi knew she had guessed correctly.

She watched with her own eyes as Shen Yan pulled out Song Wanqiu’s lighter and threw it on the dry leaves.

But Shen Yan’s purpose was merely to burn the camellias—how much they burned, Shen Yan didn’t care.

However, Lin Zhiyi needed to blow this matter up.

So, as soon as Shen Yan left, she took out the lighter and added more fire.

But she misjudged the wind direction in the mountains, and when she ignited it, a tongue of flame licked her.

Liu He’s silk shirt instantly got a large burn hole.

Fortunately, she patted out the flames, but still got burnt.

It wasn’t that serious initially, but Shen Yan’s grab earlier broke a small blister, and a piece of scorched skin was torn off.

Lin Zhiyi closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to ease the pain.

Unknowingly… the next room began to stir.

The sounds coming through the wall opposite Lin Zhiyi spread from one side to the other.

It sounded like two people desperately rubbing against the wall.

And typical of such rustic buildings, the soundproofing was poor.

Listening to these noises, Lin Zhiyi felt as if the wall in front of her was gradually becoming transparent, showing two people performing a live spring palace show.

Thump, thump, thump… the sound of a body hitting the wall.

Song Wanqiu’s soft panting amplified in the quiet room.

Lin Zhiyi bit her nearly bloodless lips, her pale face only eyes tinged with red, her whole body trembling like the leaves falling outside the window.

By her calculations, Song Wanqiu should soon be pregnant with that child.

Due to premature birth, Song Wanqiu and Lin Zhiyi gave birth on the same day.

But in this life, her Xingxing was never coming back, and Song Wanqiu…

Just thinking about possibly seeing Song Wanqiu’s child in the future made her feel a cramping pain in her lower abdomen.

Ignoring the pain in her arm, she grabbed the blanket and covered herself forcefully.

Moments later, the noise next door ceased.

Lin Zhiyi poked her head out, breathing weakly.

Although… But… wasn’t that too fast?

Suddenly, a series of knocks on the door startled her, and she immediately got up and walked to the door.