Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight

Lin Zhiyi wished she could dig a hole in the ground when she realized what she'd said.

She wanted to hide, but suddenly her eyes lit up.

A man wrapped his arms around her from behind, holding two lit Fairy Wands.

"Play, let me see what you young people do for fun."

"Why do you hold such grudges?"

Lin Zhiyi took the Fairy Wand and couldn't help but laugh.

"Men going through menopause are all like this," Gong Chen raised an eyebrow, his voice cool.

"..."

Lin Zhiyi shook the Fairy Wand in her hand and turned her head to look at him.

She spoke softly, "Not old, very handsome."

"What?"

Gong Chen was stunned for a moment and looked down at her.

Lin Zhiyi immediately withdrew her gaze, "It's nothing."

Gong Chen tightened his grip on her hand and said solemnly, "I heard you, thanks for the compliment. I will prove it through actions."

"Ah?"

Lin Zhiyi realized, and under the light of the Fairy Wand, her whole face turned red.

She moved a bit, "I won't play with you, I'll play with them."

She carried the Fairy Wand and ran off to play with the group of kids.

The Gong Family had bought several boxes of Fairy Wands, and the group of kids stopped only after finishing them all.

Then they ran to Gong Chen asking for red envelopes.

"Uncle, you haven't given out red envelopes this year."

"Uncle, where's the red envelope?"

"Little uncle, I want one too."

They all stretched out their hands, big and small.

Anyway, Lin Zhiyi couldn't sort out the family ranks.

Who let Gong Chen be the youngest within his generational rank and the highest in rank among his age group.

Gong Chen took out red envelopes from his pocket, "You all can't wait until tomorrow, can you?"

"Yes."

Everyone nodded.

Gong Chen started handing out red envelopes.

Lin Zhiyi found a little girl as cover and sneakily reached out her hand.

Although she had gotten red envelopes in previous years.

She hadn't received any for three years, surely she should get one this year?

However, before Lin Zhiyi could even touch a red envelope, Gong Chen grabbed her wrist.

"You want one too?"

"Uncle, Happy New Year." Lin Zhiyi thickened her skin and called out.

Gong Chen said nothing.

"If you're not giving, you're not giving. You used to give me one."

Lin Zhiyi pulled her hand back, but couldn't break free.

Gong Chen dragged her over, "Come on, I'll get one for you."

Without waiting for Lin Zhiyi to react, he led her away.

...

Finally, Lin Zhiyi was led into Gong Chen's courtyard.

The usual place had been cleaned up, with red lanterns hung.

The coffee table held a fruit plate and hot tea, all complete.

Just as Lin Zhiyi was about to sit down, she was pulled over.

In an instant, she found herself sitting in Gong Chen's lap.

Seeing that there was no one else in the house, she didn't struggle.

As she was about to speak, a red envelope appeared in front of her.

"It's for you, like every year."

Holding the red envelope, Lin Zhiyi didn't immediately open it.

Because she could already guess what was inside.

She asked curiously, "I actually wonder, when I first came to the Gong Family, we didn't know each other. How did you decide to give me a red envelope?"

Gong Chen slightly raised his brows, his deep dark eyes shimmering with a mysterious light.

"You seemed to be without one, pretty pitiful."

"Is that it?"

"Mm."

Gong Chen didn't offer more explanation.

Lin Zhiyi hesitated, "Then when you went abroad, how come you still gave me one? Even that time when you had a car accident, you hadn't returned, yet you had it prepared. I heard from my mom that the other kids didn't get one."

Gong Chen lowered his eyes slightly, "I broke a promise to you, so I thought to make it up."

"Alright then."

That explanation seemed reasonable.

Lin Zhiyi didn't overthink it.

However...

Lin Zhiyi opened the red envelope and took out a stack of paper currency.

"Which country's money is it this time?"

"Sri Lanka."

"I know that one, the scenery is beautiful."

Lin Zhiyi held the wad of money, feeling a bit at a loss.

She also knew Sri Lanka had gone bankrupt, so the money was essentially useless to her.

She just couldn't understand why Gong Chen's red envelopes for her were always foreign currencies.

Lin Zhiyi seized the chance to ask directly.

"Why give me paper currency? You give others local cash."

"No reason, just happened to see it and gave it to you."

Gong Chen picked up the teacup, taking a sip.

Lin Zhiyi stared at the tea, thinking for a while, then suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

"I know!"

Gong Chen's hand shook, spilling some tea on his collar.

He helped Lin Zhiyi upright, wiping it down as he spoke calmly, "Know what?"

"You're... giving me less money! Exchange rates vary, so the converted cash is different!"

Just as she finished speaking, Lin Zhiyi's forehead was soundly tapped.

"Certainly, as a designer, your imagination is quite rich."

"Let me check the exchange rate."

Lin Zhiyi rubbed her head, and pulled out her phone to check exchange rates.

Gong Chen pressed down her hand, "I'm going to change clothes."

"Alright."

Lin Zhiyi moved a little closer to the sofa.

As soon as Gong Chen left, she took out her phone again to check the exchange rate.

What's there that can't be looked at?

Such a stack of money, it should be quite substantial, right?

Lin Zhiyi calculated according to the current day's exchange rate.

5200 yuan!

Others in the same generational rank at least get one or two tens of thousands as a base.

Indeed, he's given her less money!

Lin Zhiyi took the red envelope and rushed upstairs.

Entering the room, she saw Gong Chen standing in the wardrobe looking for clothes.

The man's strong and muscular chest was exposed in the light, with distinct waist and abdominal muscles.

Though he was wearing formal dress pants below, it couldn't hide the seductive appeal.

Seeing this, Lin Zhiyi froze, not knowing where to direct her gaze.

Gong Chen glanced at her flushed side face and simply stopped looking for clothes.

He leaned against the central jewelry cabinet and said, "What's wrong?"

"You're indeed giving me less money."

"How much did I give you?" Gong Chen asked leisurely.

"5200."

"Mm, 5200."

"How is 5200..."

Lin Zhiyi raised her eyes in surprise.

5200?

Is it the way she thinks?

How much was it before?

Lin Zhiyi had never calculated it, always hiding his red envelopes secretly.

She turned aside and pulled out her phone, calculating a few years ago's currency she knew the exchange rate for.

52000!

This is quite the suggestive number.

During all those years when she secretly had a crush on Gong Chen, she had been oblivious.

Lin Zhiyi turned around, her face close to the man's warm body.

In the next moment, she was caught between the door and the man's chest.

The man lowered his head and whispered.

"I would actually want to make it 52000 for you, do you know how thick that stack of money is?"

"..."

She could imagine.

A stack of 5200 yuan wasn't thin.

"Does this answer satisfy you?" Gong Chen asked.

"Oh, I'm not complaining the amount is less, I'm just worried that later they'll ask what amount of red envelope you gave me, would it embarrass you?"

Lin Zhiyi spoke with a forced argument.

Gong Chen nodded, "Thank you. I'll teach you a way to have more than their red envelopes."

Lin Zhiyi's eyes lit up.

"What way?"

"Marry me. Then someday they'll need to ask you for red envelopes."

"I won't... mm."

The unfinished sentence was drowned in the man's kiss.

He grabbed Lin Zhiyi's hand and draped it around his neck, lifting her up easily.

He pulled a piece of clothing from the wardrobe and placed it on the jewelry cabinet, setting her down on it.

Pinching her wrist, he leaned down.

"Zhiyi, where's my New Year's gift?"

"I..." haven't prepared yet.

"Alright, then I'm going to open my gift."

"..."

Could he not twist things so out of context?

The man's eyes flickered, and he pried open her lips.

Greedily capturing the breath that belonged to her.

Forcing exploration in every inch, seemingly tireless...

After what felt like an eternity, Lin Zhiyi's sweat-drenched palm was pressed against the glass cabinet.

"No, enough."

"I have to perform well; after all, I'm nearing menopause."

"..."

Holding grudges indeed.