Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight-Chapter 121 - Almost Aroused Song Wanqius Suspicion

Chapter 121: Chapter 121: Almost Aroused Song Wanqiu’s Suspicion

Chapter 121 -121: Almost Aroused Song Wanqiu’s Suspicion

Lin Zhiyi dared not linger too long, making sure no one was coming, she quickly crawled out and was about to start running when a sharp pain hit her ankle.

Biting her teeth to endure the pain, she made it to the artificial lake. Looking at her phone, she lay on the ground and nearly half her body reached out to fish up the phone.

But because it had been soaked for too long, it wouldn’t turn on.

It seemed she needed to find a phone repair shop first.

She propped herself up, urgently wanting to find a place to repair her phone.

But after just a step, a sharp pain shot through her ankle, making her squat down in pain.

Lin Zhiyi rolled up her pant leg, only to discover that after spraining her ankle, the awkward position she had crouched in behind the bushes had aggravated the strain on her ankle, causing it to swell up.

But she couldn’t stay here for long.

She could only limp out of the hospital with pain, worried about running into Song Wanqiu, she specifically took the side door.

After leaving the hospital, instead of hastening to look for a phone repair, she entered the closest phone store and bought a phone that was identical to the old one, then put on the old phone’s case.

After powering on, as she had expected.

Song Wanqiu had called her ten times, plus a dozen WeChat messages.

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Someone had tipped off Song Wanqiu, and she worried that if she was seen being intimate with a man, she would definitely seek verification from the most suspicious person first, Lin Zhiyi.

Lin Zhiyi opened WeChat, and Song Wanqiu’s messages popped up.

“Where are you?”

“The studio said you went out, where did you go?”

“Speak up, I need you for something!”

“Why is your phone turned off?”

And so on, all interrogating Lin Zhiyi.

Lin Zhiyi called back Song Wanqiu’s phone.

Song Wanqiu barraged her with questions from the outset, “Lin Zhiyi! Where have you been?”

Lin Zhiyi retorted sternly, “President Yu needed me for something, why don’t you ask him yourself?”

She didn’t dare to provoke President Yu again.

Song Wanqiu took a deep breath, trying to remain calm, “Third Young Master has arranged tea for us in the afternoon, I’m about to get to the company, I’ll wait for you.”

Without giving Lin Zhiyi a chance to refuse, Song Wanqiu hung up the phone.

Afternoon tea?

Lin Zhiyi didn’t believe for a second that Song Wanqiu was that kindhearted.

After reflecting for a few seconds, she quickly left the phone store, leaning on the wall.

Song Wanqiu was calculating the distance.

It wasn’t far from President Yu’s company to the studio, at most a twenty-minute car ride, half an hour even with traffic.

But for Lin Zhiyi, catching a taxi from the bustling hospital area back to the studio would take forty minutes without any traffic.

Sure enough, Song Wanqiu shouldn’t be underestimated!

Lin Zhiyi hailed a taxi right away, paid the driver triple to get her to the studio within half an hour.

The driver proved efficient, managing to get Lin Zhiyi to an intersection near the studio in half an hour.

But once Lin Zhiyi got out, she frowned at her red and swollen ankle.

She couldn’t be sure what Song Wanqiu might infer upon seeing her ankle, so she had to concoct a plausible excuse for her injury.

Thinking this, she spotted a concrete flower bed nearby.

Steeling her resolve, she rubbed her swollen ankle across it, the searing pain making her sit on the ground, sweating profusely.

Back at the studio, Song Wanqiu was already waiting.

Lin Zhiyi, looking at Song Wanqiu’s finely made-up face and sinistral red lips, felt truly that she was ruthless, to come chasing for a handle on her soon after her palace abortion.

Song Wanqiu glanced at Lin Zhiyi, finally fixing her gaze on her ankle.

“What happened?”

“Scraped it at the flower bed by the entrance,” Lin Zhiyi said casually.

She and Song Wanqiu usually spoke very simply; an elaborate explanation would raise suspicion.

On the surface, Song Wanqiu didn’t ask further, but immediately had Shen Yan go check and only believed Lin Zhiyi after seeing the bloodstains on the flower bed.

And Lin Zhiyi’s hanging heart settled.

In the afternoon, everything was peaceful except Song Wanqiu’s face remained gloomy.

Until the end of work, she instantly switched to a happy little expression.

“Third Young Master is here to pick me up, I’m leaving first.”

Then she cheerfully walked away in her high heels.

It really was hard on her.

Lin Zhiyi shouldered her bag, hobbling towards the outside.

She had applied ice in the afternoon, but the swelling only worsened, and every step felt like someone was jabbing needles into her foot.

As she paused to rest by the roadside, Gong Chen’s car drove away with Song Wanqiu.

Through the half-open window, she met Gong Chen’s cool gaze, and the next second, Song Wanqiu leaned in to kiss Gong Chen.

But Gong Chen closed the window as if he hadn’t seen Lin Zhiyi.