The Undercover Heir is Actually Tycoon's Secret Girlfriend
Chapter 21 Teacher

Chapter 21: Chapter 21 Teacher

The stairway entrance.

After listening from the corner, Rong Zhi’s lips curled slightly.

The old man found a teacher for her, should she throw him out or throw him out?

If throwing him out might disrespect the old man, then she’ll wait and see first.

As long as the other person doesn’t proactively provoke her, she can be pretty easygoing.

Without the thought of getting water, Rong Zhi returned to her room, swallowed two sleeping pills, and fell asleep with her head covered.

Next day.

First People’s Hospital, sixteenth floor.

He Songzhi’s ward was right next to Rong Jiazze’s.

Rong Zhi, chewing on candy and lazily leaning against the bedside, listened to Lin Xingteng explain He Songzhi’s condition.

It was still those few words.

The patient’s body functions were intact, but the main consciousness refused to awaken.

But this time, Lin Xingteng told Rong Zhi.

"... We’ve detected a special unknown drug in the patient’s body, which has already been sent to the drug testing lab for examination; the results will be out in a week."

This is the advantage of large hospitals in developed cities; things that other hospitals can’t find will be found here.

Upon hearing this, Rong Zhi nodded.

She knew what Lin Xingteng was talking about, and she had done an analysis of the drug in the body, with her mentor naming this drug H-01 for easier recording.

However, no clinical trials had been conducted, and she was temporarily unclear about the clinical value of H-01.

Lin Xingteng said what needed to be said, gathered the medical notes into his white coat, and gazed at the young woman’s stunningly fair face, chuckling softly, "Did Mr. Rong sleep well last night?"

Upon hearing this, while still pondering He Songzhi’s condition, Rong Fengmian immediately looked up, "Sis... No, Bro, didn’t you sleep well again? Didn’t I send the bed to you?"

Lin Xingteng precisely captured the word ’again’.

His warm eyes dimmed a little.

It seemed that yesterday Mr. Rong didn’t tell him the truth.

Rong Zhi folded her arms, slowly curled her lips, and succinctly replied, "It’s fine, okay."

She was always brief in speech, and Lin Xingteng didn’t mind, "Then Mr. Rong, take care to rest, I’ll head out first. If there’s anything, just ring the bell or call me."

After Lin Xingteng’s reminder, he turned and left.

Fu Yaoyao happened to open the ward door, stepping aside to let him out.

Today, she wore twin ponytails, making her look soft and cute, the doll dress further accentuating her petite figure, her ankles adorned with red thread-looped silver bells swinging with every step.

However, the bells were hollow and didn’t make any noise.

"Senior Sister, that doctor looked so young just now." Fu Yaoyao said with a smile.

Rong Zhi put her legs down, walked to the bedside, bent over, gently and slowly lifted the loose hair from He Songzhi’s forehead. Her gaze, once indifferent, turned soft as she seemed like another person.

The woman was only in her forties, with a gentle face filled with charm. Although she had been asleep for years, Rong Zhi preserved her with various precious medicines and nutritional supplements, making her look younger than her actual age.

Rong Zhi brushed over He Songzhi’s brows and eyes, hiding deep sentiments that no one could see.

Fu Yaoyao glanced at her, then turned to Rong Fengmian, lightening the mood with a soft laugh, "What did the doctor say when he came?"

Seeing Rong Zhi like this, Rong Fengmian felt a bit down, replying sullenly, "Doctor said..."

...

The Rong Family, study.

On the welcoming table of red nanmu wood, there was a cup of tea and a few plates of snacks, the aroma of tea drifting like clouds, with a mild and tranquil taste.

"Nanshan Cloud Mist? Mr. Rong really put thought into it."

On one side of the welcoming table, a noble and elegant man spoke softly, his voice deep and magnetic like the world’s finest piano, with a perfect timbre.

He effortlessly identified the tea leaves used for brewing the tea, showing either a deep understanding of this art or simply frequent enjoyment of it.

Rong Qichuo veiled the deep meaning in his eyes, and looked up at Mr. Bai, introduced by the old man.

After some probing, he only now seriously evaluated Mr. Bai.

The more he examined, the more surprised he was.

This Mr. Bai was very beautiful, rarely beautiful, his demeanor like the unyielding red plum standing tall in a snowy February, independent and timeless, his features possessing the refined allure of peach blossom, which was an extraordinary handsome elegance.

Rong Xian’an suppressed his brows, feeling some astonishment and suspicion.

He had never heard the old man mention Mr. Bai’s name, exactly where did the old man know such a person from?

Mr. Bai leisurely waited for Rong Xian’an to speak, his lip corners perfectly curved.

Rong Xian’an’s doubts increased.

In terms of etiquette, he couldn’t fault anything.

This kind of person... Does the old man really want him to be Rong Zhi’s family teacher?

Rong Xian’an even vaguely considered temporarily switching, having Mr. Bai teach Rong Qichuo instead.

But this thought vanished as quickly as it came.

Not to mention Rong Qichuo is already in university, and has even joined the Rong Family company, there’s not much left to teach.

So Rong Xian’an sipped his tea, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, and spoke with a tone that seemed like a sigh, "Mr. Bai deserves this. My third son is a bit mischievous, I hope Mr. Bai will bear with him for the sake of this cup of tea."

Then he turned serious, "But if he does anything wrong, Mr. Bai need not consider identity, just punish him outright."

Punish?

Mr. Bai narrowed his peach blossom eyes, suppressing an amused expression.

Facing that face, he couldn’t bear to punish.

Images of the youth’s ethereal and enchanting face emerged in Mr. Bai’s mind, his fingers lightly gliding twice over the armrest.

After saying what needed to be said, Rong Xian’an had given due face to the old man, and now it was time to introduce Rong Zhi to Mr. Bai.

He raised his wrist to check his watch, his gaze turning slightly somber, "Housekeeper Lin, go see if Third Young Master has returned. If he has, tell him to come to the study immediately."

...

Rong Zhi had just returned to the Rong Family when Housekeeper Lin hurriedly informed her to go to the study.

She paused her steps, responded with a light affirmation, and headed upstairs.

All the way she contemplated how to get along with the family teacher.

The study door was ajar, Rong Zhi knocked.

"Come in."

Rong Xian’an’s voice came from inside, she pushed the door open.

The study was vast, with bookshelves towering to meet the ceiling on the left, and a cabinet displaying several antiques on the right, dividing the interior’s leisure area.

And the items on the antique cabinet, each began at eight figures.

Though the Rong Family had been suppressed, their rich heritage was not something the other two families could easily surpass.

Rong Zhi glanced briefly, then lost interest.

She wasn’t particularly knowledgeable about antiques, Fu Yaoyao might like them, but unfortunately, she wasn’t there.

Passing the antique cabinet, Rong Zhi’s nose caught a faint tea scent.

She slowly lowered her gaze and unexpectedly collided with a pair of peach blossom eyes shimmering with watery hues.

".....?"

Rong Zhi gave that person a faint glance, then without a word, sat directly in an empty spot.

She crossed her legs, leaned sideways, her posture lazy, like a boss.

Rong Xian’an: "..."

He almost couldn’t help but shout for Rong Zhi to stand up.

He barely held back, his voice heavy as he spoke, "Sit properly, can’t you see there’s a guest?"

Rong Zhi curled her lips, her fox-like eyes narrowing slightly, with a hint of mischievousness in her gaze, casually and indifferently replying, "Just say it if there’s anything."

Rong Xian’an: "..." He’d die of anger from Rong Zhi sooner or later!

"It’s alright," another voice in the study spoke timely, breaking the awkwardness, "Third Young Master has quite the temperament. It’s nice for young people to be spontaneous."

"..."

Are you serious?

Mr. Bai ignored Rong Xian’an, his gaze entirely occupied by the breathtakingly beautiful face.

Suddenly realizing, the young one’s beauty was becoming more captivating each time.

His hands itched, wanting to pinch the face.

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