Reborn to outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight
Chapter 225: The Seniority is a Bit Messed Up

Chapter 225: Chapter 225: The Seniority is a Bit Messed Up

Sang Li got out of the car first, then extended his hand to Lin Zhiyi inside the car.

Lin Zhiyi moved her body with the help of the car seat, "I can do it myself."

Sang Li did not lower his hand, "Have you forgotten that today you are my female companion?"

Hearing this, Lin Zhiyi did not refuse again, after all, the ten-million contract had already been signed.

After Xue Man found out, she even doubled her bonus, so she had to be a bit more dedicated.

Lin Zhiyi placed her hand into Sang Li’s palm and slowly got out of the car.

It’s just that the newly bought high heels were somewhat unfamiliar, and she stumbled, uncontrollably leaning towards Sang Li.

Sang Li directly wrapped his arm around her waist, "I’ll tell Zhou Zhao to buy you a pair of flat shoes, you’re not short, there’s no need to torture yourself."

"Thank you."

Lin Zhiyi gave a grateful smile.

At this moment, a familiar voice came from across the way.

"Brother? Zhiyi!"

Lin Zhiyi was slightly stunned and stiffly turned her head to look.

She saw Sang Ran, arm in arm with Gong Chen, walking towards them with a shocked expression.

The tall figure stopped in front of Lin Zhiyi, and the gaze that fell on her seemed to carry all the chillness of a windy snowy winter night.

It seemed to be warning her.

But what was there to warn about?

She had made things clear with him.

"Do you know each other?" Sang Li asked doubtfully while looking at Lin Zhiyi.

As the words fell, Gong Chen also looked down at her, seeming to wait for her answer.

Lin Zhiyi’s spine turned cold, and she hardly dared to look up at him.

She could only say in a low voice, "Third Young Master is technically my uncle."

"I see."

Sang Li’s eyes wandered, then discreetly stepped in front of Lin Zhiyi, calmly looking at Gong Chen.

The two men, seasoned in deceitful business dealings, recognized the hostility in each other’s eyes with just one glance.

Yet their faces remained as calm as still water.

Sang Li extended his hand to Gong Chen, "Third Young Master, I’ve long admired your reputation."

Gong Chen, expressionless, grasped his hand, "Mr. Sang, likewise."

The strength in their hands was evident, neither yielding.

Sang Li lightly smiled, "In that case, our generational hierarchy seems a bit messy."

Lin Zhiyi looked at Sang Li in surprise.

What was he talking about?

She was just pretending to be his female companion, not meeting his parents, so why bring up generational relationships?

Lin Zhiyi had thought that someone as cautious as Gong Chen would never respond to such an ambiguous question.

Unexpectedly, he looked at Sang Ran by his side and said softly, "No."

Sang Ran gave a shy smile.

No wonder Gong Chen answered so straightforwardly; it was to reassure Sang Ran.

Lin Zhiyi bitterly smiled inwardly, of course not.

The Gong Family had never treated her like family, how could there be any question of generational hierarchy?

She finally understood what Gong Chen had been warning her about earlier.

To make her aware of her identity, whether in the Gong Family or the Sang Family, she was out of reach.

Lin Zhiyi lowered her gaze, then suddenly Sang Ran exclaimed in surprise.

"Brother, your neck... you better wipe it off."

Hearing this, Lin Zhiyi looked over instinctively and saw a red mark on the skin around Sang Li’s collar.

A closer look would reveal it was the same color as her lipstick.

She hurriedly raised her hand, "Sang Li, I’m sorry, it’s from me, let me wipe it off for you."

"Sang Li?" Sang Ran laughed, pretending to be jealous, "Brother, when did you get another sister?"

Caught by Sang Ran’s jest, Lin Zhiyi’s face turned red.

She had repeated ’Sang Li’ many times on the way here, just so she wouldn’t slip up.

Yet she blurted it out without thinking.

Sang Li glanced at Lin Zhiyi who did not deny anything but rather seemed a bit protective, "Don’t joke with her, she’s got quite the temper."

Lin Zhiyi glared at him, that must be referring to her sitting at the wrong table yesterday.

On the other side, Sang Ran tugged at the sleeve of the man beside her, covering her lips as she whispered softly, "Third Young Master, my brother and Zhiyi really make a good match."

Gong Chen remained silent, his face showing no signs of emotion.

Just then, Old Mr. Gong approached with a group of people. As soon as he saw Lin Zhiyi, his face darkened, and he spoke in a hostile tone.

"Why are you here? Is this a place for you to come? Didn’t you say you wouldn’t attend any of the Gong Family’s events? Now here you are, shamelessly showing up yourself."

He seemed to intentionally make Lin Zhiyi uncomfortable, completely disregarding the surrounding guests, including the Sang siblings.

Every word he uttered was like poison thrown at Lin Zhiyi.

Under everyone’s gaze, Lin Zhiyi felt particularly embarrassed.

Suddenly, a hand was placed on her waist, guiding her forward a step.

"Old Mr. Gong, do you have a misunderstanding with my companion?"

"Companion?"

Old Mr. Gong looked skeptical, his eyes also filled with contempt.

Sure enough, she had a fickle nature, hooking up with another man so quickly.

Lin Zhiyi couldn’t help but understand the look in Old Mr. Gong’s eyes.

From the corner of her eye, she glanced at Gong Chen’s stern face. In a mere three seconds, she felt as if her strength was being drained away.

Even her bones felt permeated with a coldness that was both painful and sour.

She chuckled coldly, "Sang Li, if it’s really unbearable, shall I leave first? I don’t want to lose my appetite."

At her calling him "brother," Old Mr. Gong’s face darkened further.

"You..."

Sang Li was a smart man, and with a quick glance, he recognized Old Mr. Gong’s targeting of Lin Zhiyi.

He looked at Lin Zhiyi with a slight smile, "I’ll accompany you."

With those words, Old Mr. Gong could no longer say anything.

Although Old Mr. Gong commanded respect in Jing City, he had to give face to the Sang Family, "Please."

Sang Li politely said, "Old Mr. Gong, Third Young Master, after you."

As they entered the hotel, everyone was accommodating Sang Ran’s pace.

Embarrassed, Sang Ran said, "I’m making everyone wait for me."

Old Mr. Gong’s eyes briefly swept over Lin Zhiyi, and he said amiably, "I’m just glad to see that Gong Chen is being so considerate."

Sang Ran looked up and smiled at Gong Chen.

Lin Zhiyi walked on the edge, observing the joyful group with a cold and indifferent heart.

Meanwhile, Liu He took the opportunity to come over and tugged at her, whispering, "You and Mr. Sang..."

"You’re thinking too much, it’s just a business relationship," Lin Zhiyi immediately interrupted her thoughts.

"He’s very nice to you, he even helped you out just now. Isn’t he interested in you?" Liu He smiled dreamily.

"Mom, that’s just him being well-mannered."

"One word from me, one retort from you; just grasp the opportunity well while you can."

Liu He’s face showed joy, but she dared not make it too obvious, only pushing Lin Zhiyi a little closer to Sang Li.

Once inside the private room, everyone sat down.

The conversation was primarily focused on Gong Chen and Sang Ran, creating a very harmonious atmosphere.

After three rounds of drinks, Sang Ran’s cheeks were flushed from the warm air, her face glowing with a charming brightness.

She said in a slightly coquettish voice, "Brother, this year I’d like to spend the New Year in Jing City, is that okay?"

Sang Li set down his wine glass, half-joking, "Are you wanting to celebrate New Year? Or are you hoping for something else?"

Old Mr. Gong joined in with a laugh, "Mr. Sang, rest assured, Gong Chen will take good care of Xiao Ran. They have been having so much fun lately that we elders can’t even get a word in."

"Uncle!" Sang Ran pouted, glancing unconsciously at Gong Chen.

But Gong Chen did not join the conversation, though he had been drinking quite a bit.

Although he wasn’t one to get drunk easily, he usually held his liquor well, almost showing no change on his face.

But today, for some reason, his face turned slightly flushed.

He was a dangerously attractive man, adding a touch of danger and mystique in that moment.

"Third Young Master, even if you’re enjoying yourself today, don’t drink too much. Take care of your health. I’ll get you a glass of milk."

With concern and affection, Sang Ran started to rise to fetch the milk.

Gong Chen quickly grabbed her hand, "No need, I’ll get it myself."

Sang Ran patted the back of his hand, "You don’t need to be so anxious about me, I can handle this little thing."

Anxious?

Lin Zhiyi glanced at Gong Chen’s face, and indeed, he was anxious.

She silently drank a couple of sips of tea and whispered to Sang Li beside her, "I’m going to the restroom."