Reborn to outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight
Chapter 212 Just Remember It Was Me

Chapter 212: Chapter 212 Just Remember It Was Me

When Gong Yan was bound hand and foot, Lin Zhiyi finally dared to confirm that she was truly safe.

By this time, she was already drenched in cold sweat, her body limp.

As she collapsed, a pair of hands caught her, lifting her in a cradle carry and heading towards the door.

A scene identical to one from her past life.

The only difference was that this time, they were both unharmed.

Lin Zhiyi always feared that it was all a dream. She lifted her hand and touched the man’s face.

His beard was scraggly.

"It’s prickly."

"I’ll shave it later," Gong Chen’s tone had clearly relaxed a bit.

"Gong Chen."

Lin Zhiyi caressed his brows and eyes, calling out softly.

Hearing this, he paused his steps.

"Mhm."

With his response, Lin Zhiyi instantly relaxed, sinking into darkness.

When she slept, it was as if the sky darkened and the earth dimmed.

In her dreams, she retrieved the memories that had been sealed away.

It felt as if the whole world had turned upside down.

Though she had avoided everything that happened in this life, she still couldn’t accept the reality.

What did she, Xingxing, and the unborn child who couldn’t survive all the scheming amount to?

Thump, thump, thump.

The knocking on the door sounded again.

After returning to the country, Gong Chen took her directly back to the Gong family’s home.

From time to time, Liu He and Gong Shiyan would knock on the door to check in.

But she had ignored them.

She didn’t know how to face everything now after opening this door.

Outside, the two people became increasingly anxious with no response.

"What should we do? She’s still ignoring us," Liu He hesitated.

"I’ll go," Gong Shiyan glanced at the door before turning and leaving the courtyard.

After the noise outside ceased, Lin Zhiyi wrapped herself tighter with the blanket and clutched her stomach, but she still felt very cold.

Moments later, the inside of the blanket suddenly warmed.

Lin Zhiyi opened her eyes, and upon moving, she felt a hand around her waist, and in her alarm, she began to struggle.

"Let go!"

"It’s me."

The man’s contained voice slowly filled the dim room.

It was Gong Chen.

But Lin Zhiyi resisted even more fiercely, her mind filled with images from her past life, unable to accept that version of herself.

She didn’t know how to face Gong Chen, the child who wasn’t born, or herself now.

"Let go," she said icily.

Gong Chen let her tug, instead holding her even tighter.

Lin Zhiyi hadn’t eaten and had little strength.

Eventually, she gasped for air, gave up struggling, and let him hold her.

"Turn around and let me look at you," the man’s voice was extremely soft, completely different from his usual indifferent tone.

Lin Zhiyi clenched her teeth, stubbornly clutching the blanket and refusing to move.

Behind her, there was a rustling noise, and by the time she realized it, the man had already rolled over in front of her.

As she met his gaze, Lin Zhiyi instinctively pulled the blanket over her face, but he stopped her with his hand.

He pinched her chin and lifted it slightly: "That kick of yours. Gong Yan might not recover from it in this lifetime."

"..."

Lin Zhiyi didn’t understand why he suddenly brought this up.

Gong Chen shifted his position on the pillow, drawing even closer.

Their breaths mingled, their gazes intertwined.

His usually cold black eyes cast a golden warmth under the warm light of her bedside lamp.

It made him shine with a faint halo from his head to his toes, his voice even took on warmth.

"Lin Zhiyi, this isn’t your fault."

Lin Zhiyi’s heart felt like it had been struck, her voice hoarse, "Isn’t it?"

Gong Chen lifted his hand and rubbed the corner of her eye, his tone firm, "No. Don’t punish yourself for other people’s mistakes, and don’t force yourself with things that haven’t happened."

At that moment, Lin Zhiyi’s tears overflowed.

She thought she had almost adjusted, but she still broke down crying.

Her tears contained her child, her past life, her everything...

"Wuuu... Uncle."

"I’m not your uncle." Gong Chen frowned emphatically.

"Uncle."

"Forget it." Gong Chen rubbed his forehead. "Don’t have a runny nose, can’t kiss you."

"What..."

Gong Chen pressed forward and kissed her.

Lin Zhiyi paused for a moment, her instinctively raised hand was tightly clasped by his, their intertwined fingers gently trembling.

The quiet room was filled with subtle sounds.

The gradually deepening breaths, the murmurs between lips...

Lin Zhiyi wanted to struggle, but she really couldn’t muster the strength, and could only stare with wide eyes at the man in front of her.

In a daze, it seemed like she saw a glimmer flowing in his deep ink-colored pupils, a trace of tenderness flickering momentarily unnoticed.

The next second, he half propped himself up, slightly parted from her lips, and huskily asked, "Lin Zhiyi, who am I?"

Lin Zhiyi barely had time to think before his name escaped her lips.

"Gong Chen."

"Right, just remember it’s me."

The man lowered his eyes to look at her, not waiting for her to respond, and another kiss fell down, his hands magically caressing her body.

Gradually covering the places Gong Yan had once touched.

Her originally somewhat cold body instantly became burning hot.

Lin Zhiyi’s mind gradually blurred, and just as she couldn’t bear it any longer, Gong Chen restrained himself and let her go.

He bowed his head to pace himself, then reached to turn on the overhead light in the room and picked up a bowl of porridge from the bedside.

"Your mom made it. She said it’s your favorite. You haven’t been eating it these days, so she and your second brother have been eating this every day."

Liu He was not one to waste food, but she didn’t like drinking porridge. Only when Lin Zhiyi was sick would she cook it, and she made it very delicious.

Thinking of Liu He’s pouting face drinking porridge every day made Lin Zhiyi feel both heartache and the urge to laugh.

"Uncle, you should stop cracking cold jokes."

"Call me by my name," Gong Chen stirred the porridge.

"By seniority..."

"How come you don’t care about seniority abroad? Isn’t it lively calling everyone by their first names there? Just now too."

He seemingly nonchalantly brought a small spoonful of porridge to Lin Zhiyi’s lips, but his eyes held a hint of expectation.

Lin Zhiyi opened her mouth, muttering, "It’s different."

"What’s different? Isn’t it still me you’re calling?" Gong Chen’s voice deepened.

The atmosphere suddenly became somewhat ambiguously unclear.

Lin Zhiyi quickly lowered her head and touched her stomach. "I’m so hungry."

Just then, Liu He and Gong Shiyan came knocking at the door.

Lin Zhiyi shouted for them to enter and opened her mouth to eat the porridge handed to her.

As Liu He entered the room and saw Gong Chen feeding Lin Zhiyi, he was shocked and froze in place.

Lin Zhiyi followed Liu He’s gaze and realized that Gong Chen had been feeding her the whole time.

And she had been eating quite naturally.

She awkwardly grabbed the bowl: "I can do it myself."

Gong Chen didn’t argue with her, probably because he was afraid she might feel embarrassed, and simply sat by the bed monitoring her eating.

At that moment, the usually quiet Gong Shiyan with a serious face finally spoke.

"Lao San, there’s something I need to talk to you about, come with me to the sitting room in the front later."

Gong Chen scanned him suspiciously. "Second brother, is there a problem?"

Gong Shiyan grimly replied, "Someone is waiting for us."

Having seen Lin Zhiyi nearly finished eating, Gong Chen slowly stood up.

"Let’s go."

The two then left the yard.

Lin Zhiyi set down her bowl, feeling somewhat uneasy, got dressed and pulled Liu He over.

"Mom, who is here?"

"I don’t know, but your uncle didn’t come home last night, and he dragged Gong Yan back from the hospital this morning, it must have something to do with him."

Thinking of Gong Yan, Lin Zhiyi was still worried: "I’ll also go take a look."