Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight-Chapter 298 I Want Her Dead

Downstairs.

Chen Jin hadn’t expected Gong Chen to come down so quickly. She hurriedly got out of the car to meet him, only to notice he was still holding the documents he had taken upstairs.

"Third Young Master, does Miss Lin not want to accept it? But isn’t this the school she most wanted to attend?"

"You knew she wanted to further her studies the moment she mentioned it, and you managed to arrange this interview opportunity through much persuasion."

Gong Chen stuffed the documents into Chen Jin’s arms, "Find a way to tell her, and don’t let her know I arranged it."

"Third Young Master..."

Gong Chen did not respond and directly got into the car.

Chen Jin sighed and drove away.

...

The next day, Lin Zhiyi received another bouquet of flowers from Sang Li.

This time he was much bolder than before when the flowers had just hinted at something.

This time it was a large bouquet of Hibiscus roses.

The delicate color brightened up the office considerably.

Lin Zhiyi arranged the flowers and took a selfie with them to send to Sang Li.

"Esteemed flower shop VIP Mr. Sang, your flowers have been delivered."

"You are more beautiful than the flowers."

Faced with Sang Li’s directness, Lin Zhiyi couldn’t help but smile.

But before she could laugh, she was interrupted by the teasing voices of her colleagues.

"Zhiyi, you can’t deny it now, right? These are definitely lover’s flowers."

Lin Zhiyi did not deny it but was about to explain when someone next to her stood up.

Ye Feifei.

She looked at the flowers in Lin Zhiyi’s hand and mocked, "Zhiyi, everyone means well, but you’re always so evasive. Could it be that the flowers come from different men each time? Being beautiful really is different."

This statement implied Lin Zhiyi was being promiscuous.

Actually, Lin Zhiyi had never made clear it was because she respected Sang Li’s identity.

Should something not work out romantically, she feared people would use the gifting of flowers as gossip fodder.

Now, it seemed her silence had been wise.

Since Ye Feifei’s remark, some colleagues’ views of her had clearly changed.

"Zhiyi, although our company deals with many wealthy people, you mustn’t harbor ill intentions," one colleague advised decently.

But those who flattered Ye Feifei were far from polite.

"I heard that original wives fighting mistresses never hold back. Don’t end up being dragged and stripped by your hair and then come crying to us for help."

Ye Feifei scoffed, seemingly joking, "That’s unlikely to happen; nowadays, the rich marry well-educated wives who wouldn’t sully their hands. But if they really needed to teach a mistress a lesson, it’d definitely be painful."

She deliberately emphasized the words ’a good match’.

It sounded as if she was already Sang Li’s lawful wife.

Lin Zhiyi felt somewhat relieved she hadn’t previously disclosed that the flowers were from Sang Li. Otherwise, she couldn’t imagine what stories would have been spun about her.

But she wouldn’t tolerate Ye Feifei’s provocations again and again.

She gently touched the flowers and retorted neither too harshly nor too mildly, "Where’s the proof?"

Ye Feifei was taken aback, frowning, "What proof?"

Lin Zhiyi feigned realization, "Oh, you actually have no evidence and yet dared accuse me of being a mistress? Do you know how damaging such talk could be to our studio if our clients heard it? So you’d better produce some proof to back up your claims now, or else I reserve the right to pursue accountability."

Suddenly, Ye Feifei and those sycophantic colleagues’ faces turned extremely unsightly.

Lin Zhiyi took a flower from the bouquet and placed it in Ye Feifei’s hand, smiling, "Miss Ye, let’s not do this in the future. It’s as if you’ve never received flowers yourself. Today, I’m giving them to you."

Ye Feifei, who had been pampered from a young age, was not used to such treatment.

Angry enough to crush the flower in her hand,

But she cared about her image.

She didn’t want to be looked down upon by someone she disdained.

So all she could do was grit her teeth and click her high heels as she left.

Lin Zhiyi ignored her and sat down to work.

That’s when she noticed Sang Li had sent several more messages.

"Why aren’t you speaking?"

"Are you very busy?"

"Actually, I wanted to ask if you are free the day after tomorrow? I have a dinner and would like you to accompany me."

After reading the message,

Lin Zhiyi immediately replied, "What kind of dinner?"

"My dad is coming. I want to introduce you to him."

Lin Zhiyi felt somewhat flattered, her fingertips sliding across the screen back and forth, but eventually, she deleted her original reply.

Ye Feifei’s words just now were not without reason.

Who among the wealthy doesn’t want a match of equal social standing?

Sang Li’s father, no matter how open-minded, would not possibly accept someone of her background.

In the end, she replied with a message.

"Forget it. I’ve been quite busy lately."

"Actually, it’s my dad who wants to meet you. After all, my sister is getting married and I, as the older brother, have been single for many years."

Having read this, Lin Zhiyi was stunned once again.

She had considered many things, but she had never thought that Sang Li would want to marry her.

And with such urgency.

She instinctively wanted to refuse, but as her fingertip was about to click send, she remembered what Sister Zhou had said.

Did she not deserve happiness?

Was she destined to be trapped in a vortex forever?

After thinking it over, she replied with one word.

"Okay."

In the stairwell.

Ye Feifei was so furious that her hand trembled as she made a call.

"President Wen, I can’t wait any longer, why should Lin Zhiyi compete with me? I want her dead!"

On the other end of the call, Wen Qing could tell that Ye Feifei was provoked by Lin Zhiyi.

All the better.

She maintained a tone of seniority and expressed concern, "Feifei, don’t worry. Why upset yourself over her? Sang Li has grown up under my watch, and in my heart, you and he are the best match. If it weren’t for Lin Zhiyi’s trickery, how could Sang Li possibly be bewitched by her?"

Ye Feifei’s anger grew as she listened to what seemed like comforting words, her high heels nearly snapping under the pressure.

Listening to her panting heavily, Wen Qing appropriately dropped a piece of news, "By the way, you might not be aware that Sang Li’s father has arrived. Can you imagine how angry he must be, knowing that Sang Li has been bewitched by such a vixen?"

Ye Feifei’s eyes lit up, "Uncle Sang is here? That’s great, I must tell him face-to-face what kind of person Lin Zhiyi is."

"Hold on, we’re all adults here. Who still plays the tattling game?" Wen Qing interjected.

"What should I do then?" Ye Feifei retorted.

"This way..."

Having listened to Wen Qing’s plan, Ye Feifei’s lips curled into a smirk.

"President Wen, you really have a way."

"Feifei, I don’t want Sang Li to be deceived, nor can I bear to see your genuine feelings be ruined by a woman like Lin Zhiyi."

"President Wen, don’t worry. I’ll definitely remember your kindness."

...

Two days later.

Sang Ran entered the large private dining room arm in arm with Gong Chen.

Today was a pre-wedding dinner between the two families, and also the first formal meeting between Gong Chen and Mr. Sang.

The Gong Family, as hosts, had arrived at the restaurant early.

Soon, Mr. Sang and the other elders from his family entered.

Old Mr. Gong came forward to greet them.

Mr. Sang smiled and said, "My future in-laws, I entrust Xiao Ran to your care from now on."

Old Mr. Gong’s eyes softened as he praised, "Xiao Ran is such a wonderful girl; Gong Chen is lucky to marry her."

Mr. Sang nodded contentedly.

Seeing her father, Sang Ran smiled broadly and eagerly pulled Gong Chen over.

"Dad, I missed you so much." She hugged her father.

Mr. Sang hugged her back and patted her lightly, "You’re about to get married and still so childish."

After speaking, he looked up at the man in front of him, his eyes clearly showing his admiration for Gong Chen.

Although he felt no one was worthy of his daughter, as she was a heavenly beauty, in the presence of Gong Chen, it seemed somewhat aspirational.

A man like this didn’t seem like someone Sang Ran could control.

Unless he willingly let a woman control him.

Gong Chen extended his hand, "Mr. Sang."

"Still calling me Mr.?" Mr. Sang laughed.

"Not married yet, can’t mess up the courtesy," Gong Chen said lightly.

Mr. Sang was momentarily taken aback, finding himself unable to dominate over Gong Chen, and forgot to respond.

At that moment, Sang Ran interrupted their exchange and looked around Mr. Sang.

"Dad, where’s my brother?"

"Don’t you know?" Mr. Sang countered.