The Undercover Heir is Actually Tycoon's Secret Girlfriend Chapter 196 - 144

Other researchers imdiately surrounded Rong Zhi, blocking her view. She could only hear Lu Si crying out to her for help.

"Dr. Rong, I have a question I’d like to ask you..."

"Dr. Rong, I have one too, I have one too, this, this, this..."

Unconsciously, these researchers had shifted their attitudes, becoming increasingly respectful towards Rong Zhi, asking their questions with deference and caution, carrying an earnest attitude of learning, and modestly seeking guidance.

She explained issues continuously until nearly closing ti, at which point the group gathered to discuss amongst themselves, leaving Rong Zhi with a dry mouth to depart.

Tonight, the third floor of the Engineering College was destined to be brightly lit.

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The car was set to AI driving mode, and the unfamiliar Audi SUV sped swiftly down the street.

Car enthusiasts stopped to take photos, searched, and exclaid, oh my, it’s a concept car. Forget about hitting the market; whether it can even be manufactured is questionable.

Lived long enough to see this.

The car enthusiasts uploaded the video to a short video app, and shortly after it was posted, it quickly attracted comnts. Everyone was eager to discuss sothing no one had seen before, and soone even spotted the tail end license plate number on the car.

An exceedingly bold Beijing A prefix, followed by a string of zeros with a 1.

Netizens were stunned, speculating whose prominent figure’s car this was.

Soon, soone captured the car parked outside Blue Paris, where elite offspring exclusively play.

Oh, sure enough, undoubtedly a rich young master from the Beijing Circle.

The Third Young Master Rong himself, who never expected just driving a car would stir such a ’Beijing Circle Rich Young Master’ whirlwind, was currently sitting inside a private room at Blue Paris, with a sizzling young woman seductively pouring him a drink.

As he saw the girl leaning towards his bosom, the youth subtly shifted his chair, then crossed his straight and slender legs, and with a slight lift of his chin, pointed towards the man opposite, "No need, go pour one for Chairman Ying."

The young woman paused, neither continuing nor leaving, and could only look awkwardly at Ying Fan.

Ying Fan gestured for her to leave with a wave of his hand.

The young woman promptly apologized and exited, leaving only the youth and Ying Fan in the private room, along with a room full of rather nacing-looking n in black.

Rong Zhi propped her chin, lazily lifting her eyelids, her friskily aloof fox eyes glanced at Ying Fan.

Ying Fan t those deep, ink-like eyes, observed for a few seconds, then slightly squinted, smiled enigmatically, and said, "Third Nephew, you haven’t changed much over the years, growing up quite slowly. Have you been living poorly in the countryside?"

"Not at all." Rong Zhi raised an eyebrow, casually and indifferently.

Ying Fan didn’t care; as long as she obediently complied, he could indulge her in any attitude, of course, as long as it was within his control.

"But how co I’ve heard third nephew isn’t doing well in town, even has a rather unpleasant... nickna?" He couldn’t think of a more precise adjective for a mont, deliberating.

Rong Zhi leaned back against the chair, the curve at the corner of her mouth was exceedingly wild, exuding a rogue air. She clasped her fingers on her chin and tapped her forehead, speaking unhurriedly, "Is that so?"

Ying Fan’s thumb on his ring paused slightly, "Do I have to plainly say it for third nephew to understand? To tear faces now wouldn’t be good for either of us."

"Oh," Rong Zhi smacked her lips lightly, casually, "Do you have anything else? No business, no eting."

After speaking, she put her legs down, got up, and took the coat from the back of the chair, ready to leave.

"Rong Zhi."

Unexpectedly, the youth was this impervious, Ying Fan grew tired of maintaining the surface appearance of uncle-nephew harmony, his face darkened, and he said in a faint voice, "Hengyu must have told you. I really didn’t expect such impressive ans from the third young master, to win over my son who’s only into racing."

Rong Zhi put her hands in her pockets, hearing this, she slightly turned her eyes to look at him, seeming to smile without smiling.

True to soone who could steal away a sister’s child, throwing them away with such impunity, calculating against one’s son just as guilt-free.

Ying Fan couldn’t decipher the aning in her expression, but it didn’t prevent him from continuing to offer his own terms, "I know you hate , but you should hate the Rong Family even more, after all, they treat you indifferently, even failing to understand your identity."

"Here’s the deal, I’ll use the Rong Family as terms with you. If you align with , everything you want, revenge or anything else, I can help you."

He spoke in the guise of an elder and negotiator, with pompous yet fake sincerity, the truthfulness of which was questionable to Rong Zhi rely from hearing it.

Ying Fan wants to establish himself in Beijing, but the Ying Family was originally at the bottom of the four major families, making the effort to catch up with the Shen Family above exhausting, hence he could only take radical steps back then and sent his half-sister to Rong Xian’an’s bed.