Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight novel Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Chapter 1 When he was cremating his daughter, he was celebrating the birthday of his son who was like the white moonlight.

As per the rules, relatives are not allowed to witness the cremation at the Crematorium.

Lin Zhiyi paid a fee and, supporting herself on the icy iron-framed bed, entered the incineration chamber.

There was a scorching sensation in the air and ashes flying in the sunlight.

Perhaps it was cremains.

Soon, her precious baby would become just like that.

Lin Zhiyi, dressed in a black gown, the smallest size unable to conceal her withered form.

A pair of eyes, red and swollen from crying, were, however, unusually calm at this moment.

She reached out to touch the pale, rigid little hand under the white cloth and placed two pink origami stars in her daughter's palm.

"Xingxing, wait for mommy."

The time had come.

The staff member stepped forward to pull Lin Zhiyi away and lifted the white cloth, revealing Xingxing's face.

Already eight years old, yet still small and skinny, her clearly defined ribs receding into a hollow at the bottom.

Staring at the hollow, tears once again welled up in Lin Zhiyi's eyes.

It was she who had failed to protect Xingxing!

The staff member said softly in an attempt to console her, "Please accept my condolences. At least after your daughter's passing, her kidneys saved another child, who will live happily in her stead."

A trace of cold disdain flashed in Lin Zhiyi's eyes as she let out a sarcastic laugh.

"Yes, that child is my husband's illegitimate son, and right now, their family of three is throwing a grand birthday party for him. Do you know? Today is also my daughter's birthday."

The staff member was taken aback, completely at a loss as to how to comfort the woman in utter despair before him.

Lin Zhiyi looked at Xingxing and smiled bleakly, "Go ahead and burn her, don't miss the auspicious time, I hope my daughter finds a better family in her next life."

The staff member sighed softly, shaking his head as he moved the body to the front of the incinerator.

Perhaps out of sympathy, he shielded the process.

However, Lin Zhiyi was not afraid at all because Xingxing was finally free.

No longer would she be despised by her father every day.

"Mommy, why doesn't daddy like me?"

"Mommy, why does daddy like Aunt Song's son?"

"Mommy, does daddy dislike you because of me? I'm sorry, mommy."

Such a good daughter of hers!

And to think Gong Chen had her killed!

He had promised to take his daughter to the largest amusement park on the eve of her birthday, fulfilling her long-cherished birthday wish to spend time alone with her father.

But he turned around and pushed his daughter into the surgery room to donate a kidney for his son.

Then he left her to die alone infected on the hospital bed.

And Lin Zhiyi, the mother, was the last to know!

She could never forget rushing into the ward to see her daughter's rigid corpse.

And the child's bloodstained watch still ridiculously dialing her father's number on the bedside.

After the call connected, only one sentence came from the other side.

"Don't go crazy like your mother."

Beep, beep, beep...

Listening to the busy tone, Lin Zhiyi clung to her daughter, fighting back tears for fear of scaring her precious baby.

In fact, from the moment Song Wanqiu returned to the country with her child, accusing Lin Zhiyi of persecuting them mother and son, Gong Chen had forced her into the well-known role of the madwoman.

Especially when Gong Chen saw them mother and child ー Song Wanqiu crying about giving birth to a premature child with kidney problems abroad ー the way he looked at them.

Such a refined man, yet so incredibly harsh.Disregarding her explanations, he still cursed, "Lin Zhiyi, you've harmed Wanqiu and my son; I will make you pay back double."

Gong Chen did as he vowed, and everything should have ended now.

When Lin Zhiyi came back to her senses, she held a pink funeral urn in her hand.

Xingxing liked pink.

She clutched the urn tightly, "Xingxing, we're going home."

The wind lifted the hem of the woman's gown, and under the sunlight, it was so desolately poignant.

...

Lin Zhiyi returned to the marital room she shared with Gong Chen, organized her daughter's belongings, and then sat holding the urn until evening.

There was the sound of a car stopping outside.

Afterward, a black figure, sharp and composed, entered.

It was Gong Chen.

Eight years had gone by, but he was still as charismatic and forbidding as the first time she'd seen him.

He still ignored her.

Gong Chen didn't look at her as he passed by and went upstairs.

A few minutes later, when he came back downstairs, he had changed into a suit he'd treasured for many years.

That was the suit he wore when he and Song Wanqiu got engaged, designed especially for him by Song Wanqiu.

Gong Chen still didn't look at Lin Zhiyi.

For eight years, he had continuously given her the cold shoulder like this.