Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight-Chapter 305: A Friend

Chen Jin stood by, waiting for further instructions from Gong Chen.

Gong Chen didn’t speak. He reached for his lighter but couldn’t find it after a long search.

Chen Jin took out a lighter from his pocket to light it for him.

Gong Chen took a deep drag of his cigarette, his face silent and gloomy, even the sparks between his fingers trembled slightly.

After a long pause, through a light mist, he slowly said, "Go ahead."

"Yes."

Chen Jin cast a worried glance at Gong Chen before leaving to find Li Huan.

But no one was in Li Huan’s office.

It was only after a phone call that he learned Li Huan was helping with an event at the outpatient building.

There was some noise there, and Li Huan could only barely utter a sentence amidst shouting, clearly not a condition for discussing matters.

Chen Jin said he would go find him and then hung up the phone.

Just as he arrived at the outpatient building, the sunny weather from the morning suddenly turned into a torrential downpour.

Chen Jin frowned and was about to look for Li Huan when a car pulled up.

"Hi, Assistant Chen."

The car window was cracked open, and hearing that voice, Chen Jin was already feeling irritable.

Zhou Zhao.

He rolled down the window, revealing the two people in the back seat.

Sang Li and Lin Zhiyi.

Before Chen Jin could greet them, Lin Zhiyi, holding her phone, suddenly screamed in excitement and even grabbed Sang Li’s hand.

"Ah! My favorite school said they could interview me online! Do you know how high their bar is? I asked many people before daring to apply, and I didn’t expect them to actually respond."

"That school is quite far away," Sang Li glanced at the reply email.

Lin Zhiyi immediately snapped back to reality, realizing her reaction was overly enthusiastic.

She had previously promised Sang Li to go to the school he chose.

"Actually, passing the interview isn’t guaranteed."

"You don’t need to consider me; your future is the most important thing to you," Sang Li said with a smile.

"Thank you, I’ll treat you to a big meal later."

Lin Zhiyi was really too delighted, and after speaking, she realized that Chen Jin was still standing by the window.

Seeing him, she inevitably thought of that someone.

She toned down her excitement: "Assistant Chen."

"Mr. Sang, Miss Lin," Chen Jin greeted them politely, "Are you two here to..."

Sang Li explained, "My dad heard the news that Old Mr. Gong was hospitalized. He just returned to the country and had some matters to deal with, so he sent me to have a look."

"Alright, then I won’t disturb you both."

Chen Jin stepped back, but seeing Lin Zhiyi gazing at the email on her phone with a silly smile, he couldn’t help but think of Gong Chen’s lonely figure standing in the corridor.

"Miss Lin, actually..."

"What?" Lin Zhiyi looked up at Chen Jin.

Chen Jin remembered Gong Chen’s advice and said with pursed lips, "Actually, Old Mr. Gong is not in any serious trouble, and you don’t have to go up there to avoid hearing some unpleasant words."

"Thank you. I understand, I’ll just wait for Mr. Sang in the car later," Lin Zhiyi said gratefully.

"Sure."

Chen Jin nodded, preparing to leave.

Zhou Zhao called out to him, pushed up his sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and said with a cheeky smile, "It’s pouring rain, how will you get back later? Don’t say I don’t look out for you as a friend, here, take my umbrella."

Zhou Zhao tossed his folded umbrella to Chen Jin, then drove away.

Chen Jin looked at the ordinary black umbrella in his hand, his expression significantly brightening.

At least Zhou Zhao is somewhat decent.

In the car.

Zhou Zhao pushed his sunglasses up, his mouth curving into a smile.

Lin Zhiyi just happened to see this, and asked, "Assistant Zhou, what are you smirking about?"

"Of course, it’s a revenge fulfilled."

"What do you mean?" Lin Zhiyi was clueless.

Sang Li said irritably, "Never mind him, he’s just been spoiled by my dad; he’s not serious about his work."

Lin Zhiyi asked in surprise, "You two aren’t related, are you?"

"No, I’m a student sponsored by Mr. Sang. Because of my excellent grades, intelligence, and efficiency, I was recruited to be groomed by the Sang Family," Zhou Zhao said with a smile.

Lin Zhiyi clapped in accompaniment, "Actually, you could have left out the latter part."

...

After Chen Jin passed Gong Chen’s message to Li Huan, he also mentioned Gong Chen’s condition.

Upon hearing it, Li Huan handed over the event to someone else.

"I’ll go with you to see him."

"Mm."

The two made their way out, and the downpour continued.

Chen Jin took out an umbrella.

Li Huan complimented, "Assistant Chen, always so considerate."

"A friend gave..."

With a whoosh, the automatic umbrella opened, and the two cursed in unison as they looked at the underside of the umbrella.

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"Damn. It was given by an enemy," Chen Jin gritted his teeth and said.

"Is Zhou Zhao still holding a grudge for you beating him into a pig’s head? You... you sure you want that on your forehead?"

Li Huan looked at the photograph of someone printed inside the umbrella and couldn’t help but feel a mix of laughter and tears.

Chen Jin adjusted his breathing, trying to maintain his professional rigor.

"The rain is too heavy, let’s just use it for now."

"Alright."

Li Huan agreed.

The moment the umbrella was above their heads, their scalps tingled.

It turned out that the photograph displayed different images from different angles.

Just as it was raised over their heads, Zhou Zhao’s photo, which had looked normal, instantly changed to an image of him wildly brandishing a belt.

The belt, following down to the handle of the umbrella, matched perfectly.

Gripping the handle was just like holding onto Zhou Zhao’s belt.

And the placement of the umbrella handle was odd, neither high nor low.

This must have been Zhou Zhao’s way of messing with Chen Jin, right?

Li Huan felt he needed to wash his eyes: "Didn’t expect Assistant Zhou to be quite the teaser."

Chen Jin looked disgusted: "You hold it."

"You hold it."

"You, hold it."

"Sigh, fine then."

Li Huan took the handle of the umbrella, hoping he wouldn’t get styes.

As a result, both of them had half their bodies outside, not wanting to move to the center.

From upstairs, Zhou Zhao watched and laughed his head off.

But when Sang Li called out to him, he turned around and immediately returned to his professional assistant demeanor.

"Yes, young master."

...

Lin Zhiyi sat in the car; the rain made it feel a bit stuffy. She saw a coffee vending machine not too far away under a corridor.

So she got out of the car with her umbrella and walked over.

After scanning her money, the screen kept prompting her to make a selection again, perhaps due to a programming error.

After a few tries, she was about to give up when a hand reached from behind her to point at a line of small print at the bottom of the screen.

"Sold out, please select again. What are you thinking about?"

Upon hearing the voice, Lin Zhiyi had a moment of reverie; lifting her gaze, she saw a tall figure reflected on the glass door behind her.

Gong Chen.

The chilly aura mixed with the smell of tobacco was oppressive and heavy, and the passing wind couldn’t dispel this suffocating feeling.

Lin Zhiyi scrambled to gather her gaze back, leaning in toward the screen to clearly see the small print under the buttons.

"Nothing." She calmly pressed back, then selected a different coffee.

Gong Chen walked over to the machine beside her to select his coffee.

The wind lifted the hair on his forehead, revealing a weary side profile that, though expressionless, seemed tired to onlookers.

"His hospitalization has nothing to do with you; you don’t have to worry about it. I’ve spoken to the family, no one will make things difficult for your mother," he said.

Lin Zhiyi was startled for a moment, then quickly cast her eyes down to hide her expression.

But the small curling of her fingers gave away her anxious thoughts.

When she heard about Old Mr. Gong’s hospitalization, she had actually already been home, but she still came.

It wasn’t because she cared for Old Mr. Gong, but out of fear that the Gong Family might blame Liu He because of her.

"Mm," Lin Zhiyi nodded.

Whirr, whirr, whirr, the coffee machine began to work.

Both of them remained silent.

Lin Zhiyi thought for a moment and felt she should still politely inquire: "How is old Mr. Gong... "

"Third Young Master."

From the other end of the corridor, a voice called out.