The Undercover Heir is Actually Tycoon's Secret Girlfriend Chapter 362 - 282

Ying Hengyu left Tingshan Villa, full of frustration.

Rong Zhi closed her notebook and glanced sideways, asking, "Are you coming with ?"

The man next to her nodded towards his temple, "With Bai Yu there, I’m not going."

Rong Zhi raised an eyebrow, hooked two cold white fingers around the corner of his white shirt, and looked up teasingly, "Are you afraid of him?"

Bai Su remained unmoved, glanced down at the girl’s fingers, and said, "No, I’m afraid if he sees , I’ll embarrass myself and retreat back to Shengge Island."

He was exiled; Bai Yu made an unauthorized escape, which was far more serious.

Rong Zhi said nothing, released her hold, and went upstairs.

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The banquet started at seven in the evening. Before leaving, Bai Su grabbed the girl’s wrist and spun her around twice to ensure she was dressed appropriately, then drove her personally to the Ying family.

Before she got out, he touched her delicate chin, his refined and passionate features unfolded like a painting, his voice lazily hoarse, "I’ll wait for you at ho, co back early."

Why did it sound like she was going away on a business trip, leaving him ho alone like a wife safeguarded?

Rong Zhi nodded, calmly looking at him, then pinched his cheek gently in Bai Su’s soft and inclusive gaze, with a steady tone, "Mm, I’ll be quick."

Bai Su was taken aback.

When he gathered his thoughts, the girl’s figure was already gone.

He blinked, his long lashes cast a shadow under his eyes, touched the spot she had pinched, it seed to still carry the lingering scent of the sandalwood incense box mixed with herbal aroma from her.

Faint and quiet, like her.

Bai Su chuckled softly.

Ying family living room.

The butler whispered, "Rong Zhi has arrived."

Groups of people turned around and saw a refined and untad figure strolling in.

Rong Zhi wore a black thin jacket, a loose white silk shirt underneath, and a pair of straight suit pants paired with small leather shoes, neither abrupt nor very comfortable.

Amidst a crowd in elaborate attire, she stood out as the brightest spot.

Her ink-black long hair lazily tied up, her exquisite, distinguished features striking and dazzling, she resembled soone walking out from a movie, her slender yet alluring figure prompting people’s envy.

Shen Junze keenly spotted her, stunned for a mont, then hurriedly lifted his wine glass with a smile and walked toward her, "Why are you here too?"

This was a kind of disguised matchmaking party. Why would soone like Rong Zhi with an established partner co?

For a mont, everyone’s expressions varied.

Could it be... they’ve broken up?

In an instant, those long-restrained thoughts began to stir again.

Rong Zhi waved her hand, "I just have so matters to attend to, thought I’d co and take a look around."

Shen Junze frowned, "You usually have nothing to do with the Ying family..."

He abruptly paused halfway, chatting privately was one thing, but at the party, he had to maintain family reputation.

Luckily, Rong Zhi seed not to mind; the two found a place to sit down.

She crossed her long, straight legs, propped her chin lazily, with a sleepy look, appearing quite leisurely.

Everyone present was baffled by her attitude.

"Is she really here because she’s heartbroken and looking for a rebound? Is she in such a hurry?"

"But didn’t I hear from President Shen that she gifted a blue diamond to her family mber just days ago?"

"Tsk, surely she was dumped, look at her pale face, worse than a ghost’s, plus even at a banquet she dresses like this, totally lacking etiquette."

Rong Zhi’s sudden appearance thwarted many people’s plans.

In the circle, more or less, people bore resentnt towards her but dared not say it due to insufficient status.

Feeling the surrounding mocking of Rong Zhi, Sheng Pianpian turned to look at the girl, noticing her lack of response, found it curious.

Rong Zhi wouldn’t feel embarrassed, would she?

Sheng Pianpian touched her chin, thinking of her forr good friend Rong ng’s current situation, a plan suddenly surfaced in her mind.

However, the one being stared at sensed her gaze, leisurely lifted her eyes.

Those pretty fox-like eyes were deep and vigorous, with a thin layer of coolness at the bottom, a hint of red resentnt at the corners, and filled with indifference.

Sheng Pianpian didn’t have ti to withdraw her gaze and was shocked by the look in those dark pupils, her scalp tingling, gripping the backpack tighter.

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Amid laughter and conversation, the long-awaited protagonist finally arrived from upstairs.

The hall instantly quieted down.

Ying Hengyu wore a suit, gracious and dignified, handso and noble.

He indeed had good looks, and with such grooming, he exuded the aristocratic elegance exclusive to the young nobles, had an impressive education background, a clean romance history, skilled in car racing, was considered a refreshing presence in the upper circle of Beijing.

Many debutantes had their eyes on him.