The Undercover Heir is Actually Tycoon's Secret Girlfriend Chapter 310 - 246

When the screen lit up again, the young man had already changed into pajamas, buttoned up to the top, his chin slightly raised, revealing a section of fair neck, his lips tightly pressed, and his long, dark eyelashes casting a shadow.

Beside her, the man crossed his arms with a devil-may-care attitude, his eyes showing a hint of malevolence as he looked at him.

Song Lichen: "..."

Is it any use to say he didn’t see anything?

He couldn’t help but glance at Bai Su a few more tis, who raised his brows indifferently at him.

Song Lichen collected himself, smiled at them, his eyes narrowing into crescents, "Miss, who is this?"

Rong Zhi frowned slightly, still pondering, when Bai Su answered for her.

"Fiancé."

Song Lichen: "?"

He had just been abroad for a while, and now there’s a fiancé?

"...A bit sudden, but really?"

This ti Rong Zhi did respond, with a light and calm ’hm’.

Song Lichen tutted lightly in his heart.

The least likely in Qianji Pavilion to break free and find a partner was the first to do so. If this news got out, surely many hearts within the pavilion would be shattered.

He curled his lips into a smile, "Then congratulations, Miss. I’ll send you a gift when you return to the country."

Rong Zhi: "No need."

It’s just an engagent, not that troubleso.

Of course, Song Lichen didn’t listen. He pondered over what gift to send, catching a glimpse of another person in the picture from the corner of his eye, his eyes narrowing.

-

The Perfur Association’s grading exam was set for nine in the morning, and everyone who passed the previous year’s test to enter the association had to participate, while the senior-level exam was in the afternoon.

The exam content was to concoct one’s own original perfu, graded by senior mbers, and the mber with the highest comprehensive score could beco a formal junior mber of the association.

Another part was a basic written test, which was easy to finish.

At the second assessnt, Rong Zhi encountered the two young masters and misses of the Macpherson family.

Qianlai saw her and was so angry she wanted to grind her teeth, but when she couldn’t out-yell her, she snorted coldly, turned her head, and strutted into the exam room.

Just before entering, Angduo turned aside, glaring provocatively at her, "I heard you’re going back to Hua Country at the end of the month. Once you leave, the Ying Family will have no one left."

Isn’t that the case?

The Ying Family only has Ying Jiu who’s sowhat useful now; the rest are either useless or amateurs. When Ying Ji steps down from the vice president position—

The next vice president will definitely be chosen from the association, and the only ones with that chance are people from the Macpherson family.

Rong Zhi listened expressionlessly to his babbling, then slightly raised her head, giving him a sideways glance, "Are you so idle that you want to join the Ying Family?"

Angduo spat imdiately, "Who wants to join your half-dead family?!"

Rong Zhi: "Then why are you so concerned about the Ying Family?"

Angduo was at a loss for words; he just wanted to mock Rong Zhi. He didn’t expect her to ignore his sarcasm and turn around to twist his words.

"You..."

"The castle seems to be short of a watchdog," Rong Zhi withdrew her gaze, speaking unhurriedly, "I think you’d fit the role perfectly."

Finishing her words, she walked inside, leaving Angduo outside with a face as dark as the bottom of a pot.

In terms of perfury skills, Angduo and Qianlai together couldn’t compare with Rong Zhi. This ti, they only ensured they could successfully beco junior mbers, so they didn’t ss up during the exam.

But so people didn’t like Rong Zhi.

As Jonah Reagan passed by the young man, he glanced at the limited resources on her desk and scoffed internally.

There’s a saying in Hua Country: even the most clever housewife cannot cook without rice.

A more fitting description of the current Rong Zhi couldn’t be found.

Aside from perfury tools, there were only four materials laid out on the desk. Since perfu-making requires the complex contrast of top, middle, and base notes, a minimum of eight materials is needed to create a perfect perfu.

Rong Zhi was given materials short by half.

Jonah Reagan intended to knock her out of the grading exam.

Rong Zhi’s fingers slid over the materials one by one; perhaps others needed eight, but four were enough for her.

Matching these materials in her mind, she picked up her tools and started grinding and blending.

Ti ticked by, and when Jonah Reagan ca back from making rounds among other participants, he found Rong Zhi already extracting the essence!

Could she be planning to complete a perfu with just four materials?

Jonah Reagan stood still beside her, curious to see what she would do.

The sun gradually reached its zenith, and many people in the examination room began to leave.

In the exam hall, only Windsor Yao and Jonah Reagan remained, waiting for Rong Zhi to finish.

Windsor Yao checked the ti on her phone anxiously, wondering why it wasn’t done yet.

An unnoticed flash of pride passed through Jonah Reagan’s eyes. He knew there was no way Rong Zhi could complete this daunting task.

With ten minutes left before the end of the exam, he raised his wristwatch and waited. As soon as ti was up, he imdiately said, "The exam is over, Ying Jiu, unfortunately, you didn’t complete the exam."

The liquid in the reagent bottle was only half-filled, compared to other perfurs’ perfus, missing a third.

Rong Zhi inserted the perfu into the display rack and said calmly, "There’s no requirent for a fixed amount of perfu. As long as it’s finished, it’s complete."

Pei Xizhou had shown her the exam’s points of attention last night, and she had a good mory; there was no note about required perfu quantity.

The smile at Jonah Reagan’s lips faltered, and he breathed out calmly, "Alright then, the two grading exams have ended, please go back and wait for the notice."

Rong Zhi nodded, waved for Windsor Yao to follow, and they left the exam room.

After their backs faded away, Jonah Reagan picked up the half-filled perfu, brought it to his nose, and sniffed it lightly. A bland yet slightly bitter aroma rushed into his nostrils, causing him to frown subconsciously.

...With just this perfu, she thinks she can pass the exam?

Jonah Reagan clicked his tongue and shook his head; still so young.

-

Outside the Perfur Association, Windsor Yao clung to Rong Zhi, sulking a bit, "I think Jonah Reagan is just venting for Chen Tian, otherwise, how could he ti it so precisely and declare your exam failed."

Windsor Yao had considered whether Jonah Reagan might give Rong Zhi a hard ti during the exam, but she didn’t expect him to be so blatant, not fearing backlash.

Rong Zhi responded without much emotion, "It’s normal."

She had anticipated this scenario from the mont she strongly made Chen Tian hand over the perfu formula. Jonah Reagan’s actions were all within her expectations.

Seeing her so calm, Windsor Yao had nothing more to say. She patted her shoulder and smiled, "Aren’t you going to see the racing practice? Go on, by the way, when is your race? Can I co watch?"

"Next Tuesday," Rong Zhi said, "Get a ticket from Ying Yunlin."

Windsor Yao nodded, "Okay."

The two parted at the door, and Rong Zhi received a ssage from Ying Yunlin. Ying Hengyu and others were at Borg Training Ground, so she pulled up the navigation and headed there.

When she arrived, the four were conducting a spontaneous inter-team race.

"This race was Ying Hengyu’s idea; it serves the training purpose and stimulates the competitiveness of inier and others."

These days, Ethan followed to watch the practice. Seeing the rapid improvent in Phoemix’s car skills, he couldn’t be prouder.

When the Formula Racing event in O State cos next Monday, their team would undoubtedly be the most stunning and surprising presence!