Reborn to outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight
Chapter 192: We Cannot Let Lin Zhiyi Become a Stain on Our Family

Chapter 192: Chapter 192: We Cannot Let Lin Zhiyi Become a Stain on Our Family

Lin Zhiyi came back to her senses and, with the help of Liu He and the nurse, had changed into a clean set of clothes.

Even the fresh blood on her head had been washed away.

Her half-dry hair hung over her cheeks, portraying a shattered sense of beauty, but her eyes were completely lifeless.

Like a marionette being pulled by strings.

Li Huan was bowing his head, carefully clipping away the curled dead skin when he saw her fingers twitch and immediately spoke to comfort her, "It will be over soon, just bear with it a little."

Lin Zhiyi numbly nodded, then changed the topic to ask, "How is Song Wanqiu?"

"She had a miscarriage and lost a lot of blood, but she’s fine now," Li Huan said with difficulty.

At those words, Lin Zhiyi clenched her teeth tightly, her hands gripping the edge of the bed firmly, first nodding then shaking her head.

"I didn’t push her."

Li Huan looked up in surprise, seeing the ash-grey in her eyes and couldn’t help but feel pity.

"Actually..."

Before he could finish, the door to the room was pushed open.

Song Wanqiu was sitting in a wheelchair, pushed in by Qin Shuang.

She was draped in a blanket, her face extremely pale and haggard.

When she looked at Lin Zhiyi, her expression seemed to carry an extra bit of tolerance.

"Zhiyi, are you okay? I heard about what happened outside the operating room, you’ve been wronged, and I don’t blame you."

Lin Zhiyi had long been familiar with Song Wanqiu’s acting, but she still found the scene laughably absurd.

"Song Wanqiu, what right do you have to blame me? Whether I pushed you or not, you know very well!"

Her grey eyes, cold with anger, coupled with a sneer, made her whole being seem icily shattered.

Song Wanqiu choked up, tears streaming down her cheeks, and despite Lin Zhiyi’s resistance, she grabbed her hand.

Without missing the mark, pressing down hard on her wound.

So that she couldn’t move.

"Zhiyi, I know you’re secretly in love with the Third Young Master, but we’re getting married soon, you can’t continue to be deluded! I don’t even blame you for causing my miscarriage, what more do you want from me? Please, leave us alone!"

As she spoke, she pressed down on Lin Zhiyi’s wound, trying to stand up.

Lin Zhiyi winced with pain and forcefully shook off Song Wanqiu’s hand.

Song Wanqiu’s body swayed and hit the end of the bed, accidentally pressing on the remote control.

The network TV suddenly switched to a live broadcast.

"In one month, Third Young Master and Song Wanqiu will complete the wedding of the century."

Lin Zhiyi stared at the words on the screen, finally understanding Song Wanqiu’s intentions.

She turned her head and saw Song Wanqiu, who had returned to her wheelchair, giving her a smug, light laugh, before switching to a teary demeanor.

"Zhiyi, I’m begging you."

By then, many people had gathered at the door, their eyes accusingly staring at Lin Zhiyi.

Lin Zhiyi felt as if she had returned to her past life.

She was similarly vilified by the crowd under the impeccable switch of Song Wanqiu’s acting skills.

Those whispered rumors kept amplifying, tearing at her whole body, the salty, unbearable taste of blood slowly climbing up her throat.

She clenched her clothes tightly, her fingers turning white with tension, her body trembling uncontrollably.

"Enough! Song Wanqiu, don’t go too far!" Li Huan shouted angrily.

Had he not seen with his own eyes Song Wanqiu and Li He rolling in the sheets, forgetting themselves, he would have really believed Song Wanqiu loved Gong Chen so much.

Now he understood just how much she loved acting.

Song Wanqiu paused, her eyes narrowed, and with tears threatening to fall she said, "Li Huan, I know Zhiyi is indeed quite likable, but I... I have lost my child!"

"You..."

Li Huan frowned, realizing that Song Wanqiu was implying to everyone that he and Lin Zhiyi were having an affair.

The crowd’s gaze once again overwhelmed Lin Zhiyi.

Just as she was on the verge of collapsing, a cool voice rang out.

"What’s going on?"

At the sound, the crowd stepped back to make way.

The man walked into the ward at a slow pace, his eyes sweeping over the room, especially lingering on Lin Zhiyi, his gaze growing increasingly deep.

The last vestiges of dusk outside the window happened to fall on his pure black suit, surrounding him with a captivating yet intimidating radiance.

It drew people in, yet instilled fear in them.

Gong Chen had arrived.

He approached Lin Zhiyi, but Song Wanqiu suddenly wheeled around and threw herself into his arms.

"Third Young Master, I’m fine. Don’t blame Zhiyi. I just came over wanting to talk to her. After all, we are getting married in a month."

"There’s nothing to discuss with her."

Gong Chen spoke coldly, helping Song Wanqiu back into her wheelchair.

Song Wanqiu frowned slightly, leaning on Gong Chen, "Third Young Master, don’t be like that, after all, we’re family."

"No, we’re not." There was not a hint of warmth in Gong Chen’s eyes.

"If not family, that makes you strangers." Song Wanqiu pretended to struggle as she looked towards Lin Zhiyi.

A chill ran down Lin Zhiyi’s spine.

A voice from what seemed like another lifetime invaded her mind.

"Zhiyi, you’ve been with Third Young Master for eight years and yet you can’t compare to me. I return and he can’t wait for you and your daughter to make way for me and my son. He also said..."

"He also said he’s never seen you and your daughter as his own. You’ve always been outsiders."

Lin Zhiyi clutched at her chest, gasping for air, her face growing paler against her strikingly red eyes, as if they might bleed at any moment.

"Get out! Get out!"

She lunged at Song Wanqiu but collapsed to the floor due to her weakness.

"Get away! Go die! All of you, die!"

"Lin Zhiyi! Calm down! You can’t afford a shock!" Li Huan rushed forward to support Lin Zhiyi.

"Kill him! He must be killed!" She seemed like a different person, clutching at Li Huan, "Kill Gong Chen! I hate him to death!"

She looked up, her gaze meeting Gong Chen’s indifferent eyes. He looked at her as if she were a stranger.

After three seconds, he emotionlessly wheeled Song Wanqiu away and left.

Lin Zhiyi sneered as she watched his retreating figure, let out a muffled grunt, and glanced at the IV tube in her arm before her entire body went limp.

Li Huan let out a sigh, picked up Lin Zhiyi, and placed her back on the hospital bed, then turned with displeasure towards the young nurse at the door.

"Why did Song Wanqiu know she was here?"

"I’m sorry, Doctor Li, but Miss Song really is pitiful. She lost her child and doesn’t even blame Lin Zhiyi."

"You all..."

Li Huan felt a tightness in his chest and suddenly thought that maybe that person was doing the right thing.

After dismissing the nurse, Li Huan had just sat down when he heard Lin Zhiyi mumbling something.

"12252050 red house, 12252050 red house..."

Li Huan initially thought Lin Zhiyi was rambling, but after listening closely several times, it was the same set of numbers.

He immediately thought of something, called the nurse back, and said, "I have an emergency. Keep watch. Don’t let anyone in."

Once Li Huan left, the nurse glanced over dismissively.

"Took someone else’s child and still has the nerve to play crazy."

After her words, she closed the door and left, completely forgetting Li Huan’s instructions.

...

Parking lot of the hospital.

The butler walked briskly to the car window and respectfully bent down.

"Third Young Master took Song Wanqiu away and didn’t bother with Lin Zhiyi."

"What do you make of it?" Old Mr. Gong leaned back his chair, resting with his eyes closed.

"Perhaps Third Young Master had some interest in Lin Zhiyi before, but with his first child involved now, he will not let Lin Zhiyi off."

"Heh," Old Mr. Gong chuckled coldly as he opened his eyes, "then why is Lin Zhiyi still lying there unharmed? Gong Chen, I can’t seem to control my own son anymore, so before that happens, I must not allow a woman like Lin Zhiyi to tarnish our family’s name."

"Understood," the butler nodded in agreement.

...

Inside the hospital room, all was quiet.

A doctor wearing a white coat and a mask entered the room, glancing at Lin Zhiyi on the bed.

Then he took out a syringe from his pocket and inserted it into the IV tubing.