The Undercover Heir is Actually Tycoon's Secret Girlfriend Chapter 212 - 1492

She deftly took down the pendant, tossed it, and threw it towards Rong ng’s mouth. The force seed quite heavy, causing Rong ng’s mouth to bleed directly.

"Ah!!" Rong ng scread, covering her mouth.

Rong Zhi thought that since Rong ng was going to report her, she might as well do sothing real and let her report.

With one hand in her pocket, she turned around without sparing Rong ng a glance and left decisively.

The teenager’s brows were mischievous and near demonic, a thin layer of chilly mist filled his eyes, his aura was wild, causing people to automatically make way wherever he passed.

The store clerk wanted to stop him, but when he t the teenager’s chilling fox-like eyes, he shied away and kept quiet. Once the boy’s figure disappeared, the clerk hurriedly approached Rong ng to inquire about her situation.

An ambulance and a police car arrived soon, and Rong ng got on the ambulance.

The police officer’s eyes were quite complex when he checked the surveillance and saw the boy in the recording. He turned off the footage and took out his phone to call an old friend.

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Having arranged to et at Blue Paris tomorrow night, Rong Zhi tilted her head back to stretch her neck and walked leisurely towards the bus stop.

She usually doesn’t drive to school but takes the bus.

While walking, she sent Lu Zhao a ssage and, upon learning that Rong Fangjun just had an ordinary cold, didn’t bother further.

Recently, the Rong Family’s stocks took a significant hit due to her unexpected incident, but regardless of the Rong Family or Rong Fangjun, she has fulfilled all responsibilities and duties. She has no regrets.

The bus heading back to Huqing District would take a while to arrive.

She stood beside, waiting, when suddenly soone called her na.

"Rong Zhi, did you just fight with Senior Sister ng in the milk tea shop?"

Rong Zhi side-eyed him, continued playing on her phone.

Rong Fengmian reached out to block her screen, frowning and speaking sternly, "Are you not hearing ? Why have you beco like this? Was beating up last ti not enough? Do you want to hit everyone to be satisfied?"

Last ti, manipulated by Rong ng, he was beaten up; Rong Fengmian lay in bed for almost half a month to recover.

During those half-months, he was in unbearable pain and realized that Rong Zhi was the only one in Beijing who had a grudge against him, and those people were certainly sent by her.

With her phone screen blocked, Rong Zhi frowned, "Are you sick?"

"You’re the one who’s sick!" Rong Fengmian controlled his volu at the busy bus stop, "I don’t care, you must apologize to Senior Sister ng, and aren’t you skilled in dicine? You can treat her as an apology."

Rong Zhi almost laughed. She previously thought Rong Fengmian was just a bit weak-willed, changeable to save, but now he’s completely beyond redy.

Under the night curtain, the teenager’s gaze seed wrapped in frost, cold and wicked.

Rong Fengmian’s neck shrank slightly.

Rong Zhi withdrew her phone, her eyebrows lightly raised.

If it weren’t for He Songzhi caring about this son, she would have definitely let Rong Fengmian experience the feeling of ascending right at the mont he approached.

"Rember to return the dicine you took." As the bus arrived, Rong Zhi said calmly before boarding.

Rong Fengmian instinctively wanted to counter-but facing the teenager’s eyes, he could only frustratedly nod, begrudgingly holding back his anger.

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At night, Rong Zhi stayed in the laboratory conducting experints, having almost finished examining the prescription given by Tang Xuyun. A new batch of pills was being prepared, lacking a few herbs. She texted Fu Liang to see if there were any in the vegetable garden.

"Heartless Grass?" Fu Liang repeated, "Seems like there is, let check it tomorrow."

Rong Zhi: "Okay."

"Planning to develop a new dicine?" Fu Liang asked with a chuckle, his curiosity piqued as his senior disciple hadn’t crafted new dicine for a long ti.

"Yes, there’s a prescription I want to try making."

Fu Liang smiled even broader, "Alright, alright, I’ll send the herbs to you, or better yet, Yao Yao said she’s going to Beijing to see you, let her bring them over."

Rong Zhi had no objections.

Fu Liang then asked about her recent situation, whether she was taking her dicine on ti, or secretly smoking and drinking.

Rong Zhi paused, rubbed her temples, and without a blush or heartbeat, said, "No."

Fu Liang: "Good, I trust you wouldn’t dare. Okay, rest well if there’s nothing else, goodnight."

Rong Zhi: "Goodnight."

After hanging up, she tossed aside her phone, put on her mask, and continued the experint. As for sleep? There’s no ti.

The CSS project at the chanical Engineering Institute was temporarily under Liu Yue Zhang’s supervision, so she didn’t have to be there all the ti. She worked until eight in the morning and slept a full sleep just until Fu Yaoyao arrived in Beijing.

Rong Zhi supported her forehead with her wrist, feeling dizzy.

When the door opened, she looked up, and a figure promptly toddled over, a girl nuzzling softly against her chest, her voice sweet and clear, "Senior sister, I’ve missed you~"