The Undercover Heir is Actually Tycoon's Secret Girlfriend
Chapter 18 Moving House

Chapter 18: Chapter 18 Moving House

A slight sneer came from the front.

Rong Qichuo couldn’t believe it.

Rong Zhi was actually mocking him!!!

Again!

This is not the Rong Family Ancestral Hall; without Grandpa here, how dare she?!

Rong Qichuo almost instantly wanted to rush over and strangle Rong Zhi’s slender white neck.

But instead, he first felt a cool object pressed against his neck.

A sharp, chilly sensation shot from the sensitive spot.

Rong Qichuo shivered from the cold, frozen in place.

Lowering his eyes, he saw Rong Zhi’s snow-white right hand clutching a knife from God knows where, with a slender and sharp blade.

This knife was now pressed against his neck, and even the slightest effort from Rong Zhi could pierce his throat in an instant.

Rong Qichuo was scared stiff, completely forgetting how to move.

"Can you shut up?" Rong Zhi smiled leisurely, her captivating fox eyes slightly arching, the red at the corner of her eye lingering with a profound chill, "If not, I can help you."

Have they all misjudged her as weak and easy to bully? Why else would they dare to make trouble right in her face, one after another?

The previous cold abstinence was torn apart, and now Rong Zhi seemed like a bloodthirsty enchantress, someone who could truly take a life.

She slightly curled her lips, the smile not reaching her eyes.

Rong Qichuo was taken aback.

A few seconds later, he hurriedly and awkwardly fled, rolling and crawling in a panic.

He didn’t miss that flash of murderous intent in those bewitching fox eyes!

He had to tell Dad about this; Rong Zhi couldn’t stay, absolutely could not stay!

...

Rong Zhi waited a little longer in the corridor until Bai Su came out, followed by another person.

Jiang Gujun carefully protected two bowls of nourishing porridge and waved to Rong Zhi when he saw her, "Mr. Rong."

Rong Zhi nodded.

The three of them returned to the hospital together, and on the way, Jiang Gujun explained to Rong Zhi why they had been delayed.

The nourishing porridge at Shiwei Xuan needed to be reserved in advance. Just by chance, the previous table’s guests didn’t come, and the porridge was simmering in the pot, almost ready, which benefited Bai Su and the others.

Rong Zhi’s previously indifferent face showed some expression as she thanked him.

Bai Su glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, raising his eyebrows slightly.

It seemed like the little master was a bit troubled.

Back at the hospital, Rong Zhi had no appetite and just curled up on the sofa playing games. Jiang Gujun and Rong Jiazze chatted while eating. Even though he didn’t know sign language well, his random gestures amused Rong Jiazze greatly.

Bai Su sat cross-legged in a single sofa, occasionally looking up at Rong Zhi.

Aunt Xue came over during this time to cook for everyone. Jiang Gujun got along with Rong Jiazze as if they had known each other forever, insisting on finishing the meal before leaving.

In the following days, Rong Zhi avoided seeing her parents and siblings as much as possible. After breakfast with Old Sir Rong in the morning, she would go to the hospital.

On the day they were to move to the West City Villa, she finally encountered the rest of the Rong Family at the breakfast table.

The breakfast was particularly stifling. Fortunately, later on, Rong Meng started chatting with Old Sir Rong, slightly relieving the atmosphere.

Rong Zhi slowly bit into a xiaolongbao, paying no mind to the gloomy looks from Rong Xian’an and Rong Qichuo.

She leisurely wiped her mouth, lifting her lids and slightly bending her eyes.

Opposite her, Rong Qichuo’s spoon fell into the porridge with a "clatter."

Rong Zhi lowered her gaze, expressionless.

Trash that doesn’t even have the battle strength of five.

Rong Qichuo realized he had been intimidated by a single glance from Rong Zhi, feeling utterly humiliated and wishing he could just strangle her across the table.

Rong Xian’an pursed his lips and looked at the undercurrents between his two sons, recalling what Old Sir Rong had talked to him about in the study last night, his eyes deepening.

...

The full name of the West City Villa is Paliya Palace, a three-story neoclassical-style villa with an independent hot spring outlet.

It must be said, the Rong Family really knows how to enjoy life.

Rong Zhi’s bedroom was arranged on the left side of the second floor inside. After all, she was still the Rong Family’s Third Young Master and wouldn’t be shortchanged regarding the house arrangement, though it was just average.

The minimalist style in pale gray greeted her with a huge floor-to-ceiling window, the sunlight refracting and casting a golden sheen over the floor.

Rong Zhi looked towards the gray curtain.

Whether intentional or not, she couldn’t be bothered anymore.

Casually tossing her backpack to the side, she habitually pulled out a candy to bite on, leaning on the sofa to message Zeus.

The entrance exam papers for Rong Fengmian were completed and sent to one of Beijing’s top schools, Mingwu High School. With Zeus navigating behind the scenes, the headmaster quickly agreed to let Rong Fengmian transfer as a High School freshman.

Rong Zhi planned to send Rong Fengmian to Beijing early to prepare.

After messaging Zeus, she called Rong Fengmian.

"Sis, are you done with your work?"

The boy’s voice appeared to be transitioning, the once sharp sound becoming increasingly pleasing.

Before Rong Zhi could respond, another voice suddenly came from the other end of the phone.

"Senior Sister, are you doing okay in Beijing?"

The female voice was charming, crisp like a mountain stream.

Rong Zhi’s lips curved slightly, "Yao Yao."

Fu Yaoyao called her Senior Sister with a smile, "Can my brother and I come to Beijing to find you?"

The obsidian in Rong Zhi’s eyes dimmed as she replied, "Yes, I’ve bought your tickets for tomorrow morning."

"Sis, will you come to pick us up?"

"Yes."

She would naturally personally greet her relatives.

Rong Zhi discussed the preparations for tomorrow with Fu Yaoyao.

One day she had a conversation with Rong Jiazze’s attending physician, Director Jin, about He Songzhi’s condition. After listening to her, Director Jin introduced her to the director of the psychiatric department, swiftly arranging the transfer procedures and hospital room, just waiting for the person to arrive.

She ended the call.

Rong Zhi touched her forehead, deep in thought.

Over the past three years, she and her mentor had tried various treatments for He Songzhi, none of which had brought He Songzhi back to consciousness.

Rong Zhi never doubted her mentor’s medical skills.

Every comprehensive check confirmed that He Songzhi’s body was problem-free.

The issue lay with the patient’s consciousness.

He Songzhi for some reason resisted waking up.

Rong Zhi’s lips tightened.

No matter how arduous, she would stay by He Songzhi’s side, waiting for her to wake up, even if it meant exhausting all she had, she would do it willingly.

Having made up her mind, Rong Zhi rubbed her aching temples and got up to take a bath.

An hour later.

She suddenly sat up on an unfamiliar bed.

This was not her bed.

Recently, Rong Fengmian had just sent over her bed from Qingqu County, and Rong Zhi had Lu Zhao move it to the villa for installation.

Yet now, the bed beneath her was excessively soft, and the mattress was higher.

She lay down and immediately noticed something was off.

Suppressing her sleep-deprived irritation, Rong Zhi reached for her phone and scrolled through the contacts for Housekeeper Lu’s number.

"Third Young Master?" Lu Zhao was puzzled, wondering why the Third Young Master was calling him.

Rong Zhi spoke calmly, "Housekeeper Lu, do you recall seeing the maids help me install the bed?"

There was a silence on the other end, as if pondering, while Rong Zhi had already put on her slippers and left the bedroom.

"No, they didn’t. The lady of the house was at the villa at the time. I told her about the bed, and she said she would handle it, so I left," Lu Zhao paused, "Third Young Master, did something happen?"

Rong Zhi’s tone softened, "Nothing, Housekeeper Lu, just stay with Grandpa. Make sure he takes his medicine and doesn’t fall again."

"Alright, it would be great if the Third Young Master could visit the old estate more often to keep Old Sir company. He misses you greatly."

Hearing this, Rong Zhi was slightly touched and ended the call with a hum.

She lazily lifted her eyelids and looked up at the mother and daughter in the opposite living room, who were chatting and laughing. Twirling her phone in her fingers, she said, "Aunt Xue and Rong Meng, where is my bed?"