Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight-Chapter 290: Beat You Until You Feel Satisfied

"What, compensation for a scam? What do you plan to compensate with?"

Gong Chen stared at Lin Zhiyi without moving, his face still cold, but with tumultuous waves beneath his eyes.

Lin Zhiyi ignored his gaze and said indifferently, "How much is your cane? Send me the bill, and I’ll compensate you. I have other things to handle, so I’ll be leaving now."

After saying this, she pushed away his arm that was blocking her path, preparing to leave.

Gong Chen didn’t stop her, merely grunting.

He gripped the pillar tightly, his originally upright figure slightly bending as if bearing immense pain.

Lin Zhiyi glanced at him, her hands subconsciously rising but then freezing.

She controlled her body to coldly turn around.

But just as she took a step, her wrist was caught by the man.

His body heavily pressed down on her from behind, his breathing tensing up inch by inch beside her ear.

"Don’t go."

Lin Zhiyi’s throat halted for a moment; she swallowed and then struggled to pull away his hand.

The moment she touched the back of his hand, she felt a layer of cold sweat, even his fingertips trembling slightly.

Lin Zhiyi immediately realized something was amiss, held his hand, and turned to ask, "What’s wrong with you?"

Gong Chen, as if he hadn’t heard her question, remained silent.

His gaze fixed on her face, the gloom in his dark pupils gradually dispersing, replaced by overwhelming intense emotions.

The next second, he fiercely supported Lin Zhiyi’s nape and drew closer, hovering over her lips.

"Is this question out of concern for me or fear that I’m scamming?"

His deep voice seemed to pour into Lin Zhiyi’s ears, becoming clearer and clearer.

She returned to her senses, their eyes locked.

She wasn’t sure if it was an illusion, but she thought Gong Chen looked terribly pale.

But considering the past, she felt she had no right to ask too much.

She tilted her head back, increasing the distance between them.

"If you don’t want to talk about it, forget it. I’ll have a waiter send you to rest."

"Have who?" Gong Chen looked up.

Lin Zhiyi turned to see and realized that the waiter who had been with her had vanished long ago.

Gong Chen must have sent him away.

She angrily looked at the man in front of her.

Just as she was about to call someone else, messy footsteps echoed from a nearby private room.

Gong Chen slightly turned, "I can’t let people see me like this; help me to the wine cellar nearby."

Considering Gong Chen’s current status, every move could affect inter-company cooperation.

Especially his vulnerable state, which was something those with ulterior motives shouldn’t find out about.

Lin Zhiyi glanced at the nearby wine cellar; her mind was a mess.

Even though she was trying hard to restrain herself, her ears felt somewhat hot.

Gong Chen, with an indiscernible expression, said, "What are you afraid of? What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing!" Lin Zhiyi vehemently denied, supporting him and said resignedly, "Let’s go."

Gong Chen glanced at Lin Zhiyi’s ears, then nonchalantly walked into the wine cellar.

The wine cellar, filled with the scent of wine and mixed with warm lighting, had an indescribable atmosphere.

Lin Zhiyi helped him sit on a sofa in the wine-tasting area, then stood back by the door.

Gong Chen leaned on the sofa, casual yet languid.

His fingertips against his forehead, he looked at her heavily, "Why stand so far? Do you think I could still devour you like this?"

Lin Zhiyi didn’t move; she didn’t want to get entangled with Gong Chen anymore.

Seeing that she didn’t even want to talk to him, Gong Chen’s gaze darkened, and without a word, he struggled to pour himself a glass of water.

His hand had just picked up the glass when it crashed onto the table, making a not-so-subtle noise.

Lin Zhiyi almost instinctively walked over and poured him a cup of tea.

"Drink."

Only when the tea reached him did she realize what she was doing.

She suppressed her emotions, hurriedly explaining, "I was worried the noise might disturb the people outside."

Gong Chen stared at Lin Zhiyi’s face for a few seconds, then took the tea and murmured low, "Did I ask?"

Lin Zhiyi bit her lip and rose to leave.

The man reached out and grabbed her hand, his deep eyes dark and unclear, he lightly said, "Sit down with me and have a cup of tea."

"Let go," Lin Zhiyi pulled away his hand without courtesy, her tone cold, "Better not, in case someone sees us it could affect Third Young Master’s reputation."

"..."

Gong Chen gazed at her, his smile muffled, his hand still lingering in mid-air finally dropped.

Lin Zhiyi walked to the door and tried to open it, tugging at it a couple of times to no avail.

She thought of something, turned around, and said furiously, "What exactly do you want? Do you have to watch me get humiliated over and over because of you before you’re satisfied?"

Gong Chen squinted his eyes and forcefully propped himself up, his body suddenly shaking a bit.

He walked up to Lin Zhiyi unnaturally and tugged at the door.

"It’s been locked from the outside."

"I know," Lin Zhiyi said coldly, looking at him.

Gong Chen said darkly, "You think it was me? You distrust me that much?"

Lin Zhiyi didn’t speak, but her eyes said it all.

Seeing her attitude, the corners of Gong Chen’s lips lifted slightly, carrying a trace of a cold smile, a hint of obsession flickering in his eyes. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

His already cold demeanor instantly sent shivers down one’s spine.

Before Lin Zhiyi could react, she was pressed against the door.

He gripped her chin and kissed her forcefully.

The sound rolling in his throat was husky and deep, carrying an imperceptible patience and caution, his body as rigid as stone.

"Do I need to go through this much trouble if I want you?" he said rapaciously.

Lin Zhiyi panicked for a moment and raised her hand to strike him.

Gong Chen paused, his breath unsteady, "Hit me, with my current condition, a couple of punches and I won’t get back up, hit hard!"

"You think I won’t dare?" Lin Zhiyi glared angrily.

"Hit. Hit until you feel relieved."

Gong Chen’s tone inexplicably softened, quietly watching her.

Lin Zhiyi clenched her teeth and swung at his body, her hand stopping uncontrollably just as it was about to land.

He looked down at her hand, grabbed it, and pressed it tightly against his chest.

"Lin Zhiyi, you’ve forgotten me, but your body still remembers me."

Gong Chen said it lightly.

But Lin Zhiyi’s heart ached dully.

So what?

What could that change?

She closed her eyes, her reason and dignity told her she couldn’t continue like this.

She pushed Gong Chen forcefully.

He almost didn’t stay upright, backing away in pain and crashing into the sofa.

"Third Young Master, have you drunk too much? I was just frightened by you."

As she spoke, Lin Zhiyi vigorously wiped her lips.

A chill spread across the bottom of Gong Chen’s eyes, his pupils quickly dimming.

He leaned on the sofa and slowly sat down, "I didn’t have someone lock the door."

Lin Zhiyi didn’t want to argue with him any further, she tried the door again, it still wouldn’t budge.

A foreboding feeling lingered in her heart.

She felt her pockets, and realized she hadn’t brought her phone.

"Who asked you to come here?" Gong Chen asked deeply.

Lin Zhiyi pondered for a few seconds, turned to face Gong Chen, and slowly mentioned a name: "Ye Feifei."

"Who?"

"You don’t know her?"

What had Ye Feifei targeted her for?