Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight novel Chapter 440

Chapter 440: Chapter 440: You Live Here?

Liu He listened, and Xingxing’s coat slipped from her hands onto the floor.

She hurriedly picked it up and answered, "No, after you left, I obediently pretended to drink. So Wen Qing didn’t try any other tricks on me. The main thing is, she’s been busy trying to curry favor with the old man. She wouldn’t have had the time to mess with me."

"Then you..."

"Alright, alright. I haven’t questioned you yet. Why did you lie to me? I thought you were going to marry Mr. Sang. I shouted ’future son-in-law’ on my feed for ages, only to find out... it was Third Young Master."

Liu He merely thinking about it made her heartbeat hard to bear.

"You—you posted on your Moments? What did you post?"

Lin Zhiyi was taken aback.

These past three years, afraid of revealing anything, she had applied for a smaller account.

Except for occasionally logging onto her old account to send Liu He photos, she had been using the smaller one.

She had no idea Liu He had posted her photos on Moments.

"Just those photos you sent me. They look so intimate, it’s impossible not to think you’re about to get married," Liu He muttered.

Lin Zhiyi bit her lip, clinging to a sliver of hope. "Mom, you and Third Young Master shouldn’t be mutuals on WeChat, right?"

"Did you lose your memory?" Liu He clicked her tongue.

"Mom, you must have blocked him on Moments, right?" Lin Zhiyi took a deep breath.

"No. During that time, he called me ’Second Sister-in-law’. I thought he’d let go, so there wasn’t any need to block him."

"You... you actually believed him? When has he ever called you ’Second Sister-in-law’?" Lin Zhiyi was so mad she was gasping for breath.

Liu He thought back—uh... that did seem to be the case.

"Were those photos edited by you? You did it so well; how could I not believe it? Third Young Master is smart; he probably wouldn’t believe it, right?"

"Probably...or so I hope."

Gong Chen hadn’t brought up the photos.

Lin Zhiyi breathed a sigh of relief.

At that moment, Liu He’s phone rang again, and she turned her body slightly to check the screen.

Lin Zhiyi didn’t ask further, knowing she wouldn’t get an answer anyway.

Meanwhile, Gong Shiyan was watching Xingxing, who was sitting on the bed, looking worried.

"Third Young Master, what’s your next move? Dad hasn’t made a move for so long; that’s definitely unusual."

"Second Brother, keep an eye on the old man for me. Xingxing still needs surgery, and I don’t want any complications," Gong Chen said, his tone laced with concern. "I also don’t want Zhiyi to worry."

"Got it. But about Sang Ran—"

"I’ll handle it," Gong Chen assured him.

"The way you’re acting, I hardly recognize you anymore. But honestly, it’s a good change," Gong Shiyan offered some comfort.

Gong Chen fell silent for a few seconds before speaking in a low voice, "Second Brother, no matter what happens, please prioritize protecting Zhiyi and Xingxing."

Gong Shiyan didn’t quite understand him but still nodded.

"Alright."

Liao Yi came back carrying water, and everyone sat and chatted for a while longer.

Wanting to give the family of three more time together, Gong Shiyan took Liu He and left.

After they were gone, Lin Zhiyi intended to continue packing, but Gong Chen directly took the luggage from her hands.

"No need to pack. I don’t plan on letting you stay here."

"But Xingxing has surgery next week," Lin Zhiyi said worriedly.

"Having you stay in the hospital is just an eye shielding technique. I’ve spoken to the doctor; before the surgery, we can go home."

"Home where?"

The apartment Lin Zhiyi had been living in was arranged by Gong Shiyan.

When she left, she had returned the key—only to find Gong Chen had kept another copy.

Gong Chen didn’t answer, instead placing the freshly packed items back in the suitcase.

Then he looked at Liao Yi and said, "You too."

Liao Yi blinked. "Living together? That doesn’t seem right."

She liked to flirt, but she definitely didn’t want to watch others flirt in her face.

"..."

Her old study had been turned into a warm, adorable children’s room.

Xingxing rolled around on the cartoon rug and pulled out the bunny plush she’d had with her since childhood, placing it beside her.

Lin Zhiyi stood at the door watching Xingxing’s smile, feeling a mix of joy and ache.

In her previous life, Xingxing had always wanted her own room.

But she’d always slept in the guest room at the end of the hallway.

Over time, she became more insecure, and as Gong Chen spent less time at home because of Song Wanqiu and her son, Xingxing would sleep with Lin Zhiyi instead.

The next day, the guest room would be covered with dust sheets, and Xingxing’s favorite plush toy was discarded.

The maid had said that it was Gong Chen’s instruction: If she didn’t like the room, don’t sleep there.

In this life, after experiencing so much, Lin Zhiyi knew there were many hidden truths about her past.

But Xingxing’s suffering was real.

Seeing her so happy now, Lin Zhiyi felt a deep guilt.

Suddenly, she felt warmth at her back and heard Gong Chen’s low voice next to her ear.

"It was a rush coming back, so I could only make some simple changes to the study."

"Hmm."

Lin Zhiyi’s voice turned hoarse, thinking she was hiding it well, but Gong Chen still noticed.

He grasped her wrist, turning her body to face him.

"Why are you crying?"

"I’m not crying." Lin Zhiyi, embarrassed by being seen through, pushed him away. "I’ll go organize my room."

With that, she dragged the suitcase into her room.

Unaware of the room’s unusual changes, she opened the wardrobe and paused at the sight of men’s clothes inside.

"I cleared out the other cabinet for you," Gong Chen said at some point, now leaning casually against the wardrobe and gesturing to the adjacent cabinet where her space had been allotted.

Lin Zhiyi eyed his at-ease demeanor skeptically and asked, "Third Young Master, do you... live here?"