Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight novel Chapter 403

Chapter 403: Chapter 403: Don’t Even Think About Finding Another Man

Gong Chen didn’t say anything more and turned to leave.

Lin Zhiyi slammed the door shut with force.

Finally, she slumped down beside Xingxing, her mind a whirlwind of chaos.

She didn’t even know what else she could do.

Calming herself, she lay down next to Xingxing, pulling her tiny body tightly into her arms.

A moment later, her phone suddenly buzzed.

She pulled it out and looked at the unfamiliar number on the screen. She didn’t even need to guess to know who it was.

Gong Chen.

He had sent a text message.

Reading the message, Lin Zhiyi abruptly sat up on the bed.

She got off the bed and began pacing back and forth in the room, torn by uncertainty.

She had just told Gong Chen to get lost—wouldn’t going to him now feel awkward?

But when her gaze fell on the peacefully sleeping Xingxing, she still walked out of the room.

The living room was shrouded in darkness.

Had Gong Chen already gone back to his room to sleep?

Just as Lin Zhiyi turned to head back, there was a soft click behind her, and the floor lamp near the couch lit up.

"Looking for me?"

The man sat bathed in the light, his long legs crossed, a few buttons on his shirt casually undone.

The soft glow outlined the gleam of his skin at his chest—restrained yet dangerous.

His fingers rested against the rim of the cup beside him, as if lost in thought.

Lin Zhiyi glanced at the liquid in the cup, frowning slightly.

Gong Chen’s deep voice broke the silence: "It’s not alcohol, it’s tea. I haven’t touched alcohol in a long time."

Lin Zhiyi’s heart suddenly tightened.

Why was he trying to explain himself to her?

She bit her inner lip and steadied herself, walking up to him.

Raising her phone, she said, "What does your message mean? What do you mean Sang Ran is dying? And Ye Feifei is missing?"

"Exactly what it says. I promised Sang Ran I wouldn’t speak of it but never said I wouldn’t write it."

Lin Zhiyi froze.

Was he... being deliberately tricky?

Gong Chen lifted his gaze, his eyes burning as he looked at her. His voice was low and steady: "All I know is, if I don’t do something, you’ll run away again."

Their eyes locked, and Lin Zhiyi’s mind surged with countless emotions, but when she opened her mouth to speak, words failed her.

There was no future for them.

His marriage to Sang Ran was real; nothing she said or thought would change that.

"I understand." Lin Zhiyi averted her gaze and said softly, "I might’ve overthought things earlier, but you’re aware of Xingxing’s condition. I hope, for her sake, you won’t shield... Sang Ran for Ye Feifei’s sake."

As she turned to head back to her room, her phone screen suddenly lit up.

The caller ID displayed: Du Qian.

Lin Zhiyi answered, "Doctor Du."

"Zhiyi, how’s Xingxing doing?" Du Qian asked warmly.

"She’s fine. She’s already asleep," she replied.

"Good. I went to the inn looking for you, but the clerk said you were out. Where did you go? If there’s anything you need help with, let me know," Du Qian offered with concern.

"No, I... ah."

Before she could finish her sentence, a man’s arm suddenly wrapped around her waist, yanking her back forcefully.

Thrown off balance, she landed heavily on the man’s lap.

Before she could struggle, his strong arms caged her in tightly.

"Zhiyi, what’s wrong? Where are you? Let me come pick you up," Du Qian said anxiously.

Gong Chen rested his chin against her shoulder.

His breath was hot and hurried, his thick lashes casting shadows over his eyes that were overflowing with an unshakable tenderness.

"Why aren’t you answering him?"

His breath sent tingles down her ear, causing her to bite her lip before answering, "I’m fine. It’s nothing. No need to bother, I..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Gong Chen snatched the phone from her hand and ended the call.

"There’s no need for you to entertain him," he said coldly. "Who is he?"

"Why should I explain anything to you? You’re the last person who should be meddling in my life." Lin Zhiyi shifted her body, trying to free herself.

"What do I have to do for you to believe I don’t love Sang Ran?"

"There’s no need for you to explain to me." Lin Zhiyi tugged at his hands.

"Then actions will speak."