Reborn to outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight
Chapter 232 She Moved in with Third Young Master

Chapter 232: Chapter 232 She Moved in with Third Young Master

Wedding dress?

When Lin Zhiyi heard those two words, she only felt ironic.

Including the time Wanqiu tried on the wedding dress, this was already the second occasion.

Both times involving Gong Chen’s women.

It was as if without her witness, the wedding couldn’t proceed.

Lin Zhiyi looked at Sang Ran, who was smiling so happily and simply, without the schemes of Song Wanqiu, sincerely inviting her.

Because of this, Lin Zhiyi felt even more like a villain.

She was about to find an excuse to decline when her phone vibrated.

Suddenly, she had a bad premonition.

Sure enough, it was a message from Liu He.

"Old Mr. Gong asked me to help prepare Lao San and Miss Sang’s engagement feast."

A sense of suffocation overwhelmed her.

Whether Liu He would offend the Sang Family and the Gong Family, or remain calm and composed, all depended on her attitude.

Lin Zhiyi trembled as she sent a message.

"Got it."

Sang Ran seemed to notice something and asked with concern, "Zhiyi, what’s wrong?"

Lin Zhiyi took a deep breath and raised her eyes with a faint smile, "It’s nothing, I’ll come with you to choose the wedding dress."

"Thank you, I’ll have my brother treat you to a meal another day," Sang Ran blinked.

"Sure."

Lin Zhiyi didn’t actually hear what she was saying and just nodded blankly.

Sang Ran immediately stood up, "Then that’s settled, I’ll contact you later."

"Okay."

Lin Zhiyi watched Sang Ran leave, then turned back to the office only to be surrounded by colleagues.

"Who is that lady? Her car almost matches Third Young Master’s, she looks very wealthy and noble."

"The key is she’s low-key, no brand names from head to toe, everything is custom-made."

Lin Zhiyi interrupted her colleagues’ inquiries, "You’ll know soon enough."

True to her word.

In the evening, under the beautiful scenery of fiery skies reflected off the snow, the giant screen in the square displayed the happy news jointly announced by the Gong Family and the Sang Family.

The official photo was one carefully chosen by Sang Ran from the amusement park.

Castle fireworks blooming only for two.

The prince and princess happily ever after, an unchanging end.

Gong Chen deserved it, and so did Sang Ran.

Lin Zhiyi withdrew her gaze and turned to walk in the opposite direction.

When she reached the intersection, the sound of a car horn came from behind.

Lin Zhiyi stopped, and a car stopped in front of her, the window rolled down, revealing a pair of smiling phoenix eyes looking at her.

"Trouble falls from the sky, and Xiao Ran said I owe you a meal," Sang Li chuckled.

Lin Zhiyi snorted, "I was joking with Miss Sang, you don’t have to take it to heart."

Sang Li’s gaze swept lightly across Lin Zhiyi’s face, then suddenly opened the car door.

"Let’s go, otherwise I can’t explain myself."

Lin Zhiyi initially wanted to decline, but considering Old Mr. Gong’s threat, she thought it necessary to establish a good relationship with Sang Li in advance.

"Okay, but I’m treating."

"Alright." Sang Li nodded, indicating for Lin Zhiyi to get into the car.

On the way to the restaurant, Lin Zhiyi kept asking Sang Li about his taste preferences.

Sang Li laughed as he spoke.

Lin Zhiyi put down her phone, "Mr. Sang, what are you laughing at?"

"It’s quite interesting how seriously you’re inquiring about my tastes," Sang Li chuckled, "But I still prefer you calling me ’brother.’"

"I don’t think so, it’s weird."

"Well, once Third Young Master and Xiao Ran get married, you might have to call me uncle," Sang Li joked.

Hearing this, Lin Zhiyi clenched her phone, her head down as she absent-mindedly scrolled through the restaurant’s menu on the screen.

Sang Li noticed her discomfort and lightly coughed, "Just do whatever makes you feel comfortable. I’m just trying to take advantage."

Lin Zhiyi pursed her lips, holding back a smile, thinking that Sang Li, though looking serious, was actually quite funny.

She changed the subject and pointed at her phone, "Mr. Sang, what do you think about this restaurant?"

Hearing that she hadn’t changed the way she addressed him, Sang Li understood that she wanted to keep a distance, but he couldn’t help being curious about her.

He slightly leaned closer, and a faint scent of tea emanated from her, subtle yet pleasant.

Lin Zhiyi noticed that he hadn’t replied for a long time. She slowly turned her head and realized they were too close.

She quickly retreated, reminding, "Mr. Sang?"

Sang Li came back to his senses and glanced down at her side profile with a deep and dark look in his eyes, struggling to restrain himself and said, "It’s fine."

Lin Zhiyi hummed in response and increased the distance between them.

As they were about to reach the restaurant, Sang Li’s phone rang; the screen showed it was a call from Sang Ran.

"What’s the matter? You’re always so forgetful." Sang Li paused for a few seconds, glancing at Lin Zhiyi, "I’m busy right now."

Perhaps it was too quiet in the car, Lin Zhiyi could clearly hear Sang Ran’s voice on the other end.

"Brother, you didn’t invite Zhiyi, did you?"

"Yes," Sang Li admitted openly.

Lin Zhiyi’s face fell, and she clenched her fingers to soothe her unease.

This was actually a longstanding psychological issue of hers.

Her eight unfortunate years in her previous life, along with living cautiously in the Gong Family and the oppression by Old Mr. Gong.

She had once thought no one would want to stand by her side.

Sang Li turned his head, giving her a reassuring look.

Lin Zhiyi pursed her lower lip, hearing Sang Ran excitedly say, "I made something delicious today. Why don’t you bring Zhiyi over, and we can all have dinner together?"

"We won’t disturb your time with Third Young Master," Sang Li declined.

"Third Young Master agreed. You just happen to bring my stuff over; it’s all my collected treasures, I’d be sad if I don’t see them," Sang Ran coaxed.

Sang Li helplessly said, "Got it, but Zhiyi..."

"I’ll wait for you."

Before Sang Li could finish his sentence, Sang Ran hung up.

Sang Li stared at his phone and shook his head affectionately, then looked at Lin Zhiyi with difficulty.

"Xiao Ran moved, and she left a suitcase in my car, asked me to deliver it."

"Moved?" Lin Zhiyi looked at Sang Li, puzzled.

"She moved in with Third Young Master. And meanwhile, she invited us over for dinner."

"..."

Lin Zhiyi took a deep breath, her lips parting slightly, but her voice choked in her throat, barely managing to respond after a while.

Sang Li, thinking she agreed to the dinner, had his assistant change the direction.

By the time Lin Zhiyi came to her senses, the car had already stopped.

If she wanted to leave now, with Sang Li’s intellect, he would certainly guess something.

In the end, she had no choice but to pretend everything was normal and followed him upstairs.

After the doorbell rang, Lin Zhiyi clenched the bag in her hand, unsure of what scene would greet her upon opening the door.

"Coming, coming."

Sang Ran’s joyful footsteps came from inside.

She poked her head out of the door, "You’re here, come in quickly, I still have food frying in the pan."

The door swung widely open, Sang Ran dressed in home attire, wore a pink apron, and wielded a cooking spatula in one hand.

Upon entering, she quickly opened the shoe cabinet and took out guest slippers, placing them in front of Lin Zhiyi and Sang Li.

Lin Zhiyi looked down, noticing men’s and women’s shoes next to each other on the rack, and was momentarily taken aback.

"Zhiyi, what’s wrong? They don’t fit? I was in a hurry when I bought them, didn’t check the size. Third Young Master doesn’t have much here, looks like I’ll be busy from now on."

Sang Ran seemed to complain, but her voice unconsciously revealed happiness.

Lin Zhiyi shook her head, "They fit, thank you."

Having changed her shoes, she looked up to see a figure slowly approaching, stopping beside Sang Ran.

They were only three steps apart, yet it was an impassable gulf between them.

She calmly said, "Lao San."