The Undercover Heir is Actually Tycoon's Secret Girlfriend
Chapter 23 Incense

Chapter 23: Chapter 23 Incense

When Rong Fangjun arrived at the Rong Family’s courtyard, it was just past one o’clock. Having just finished his meal, he heard that his grandson had arrived and quickly instructed the servants to prepare another meal.

"No need to rush."

A low, melodious voice came from behind him.

Rong Fangjun immediately stood up. When he saw the young man with his elegant demeanor approaching slowly, his eyes were instantly filled with joy, and he exclaimed excitedly, "The third one is here! Come over and let Grandpa have a good look at you."

Rong Zhi’s lips twitched slightly, feeling a bit of a headache.

Alright then, she should have been used to being called the third one by now.

Rong Zhi stood in front of Rong Fangjun, allowing him to circle her twice before she pulled him to sit down.

Rong Fangjun murmured, "You’ve lost weight, lost weight again. Just when it was difficult to gain some, now it’s gone again."

Rong Zhi was never able to gain weight no matter how much she ate. When she was young, He Songzhi was also like this, always remarking on how she seemed to have lost weight again, then turning to prepare an all-meat feast.

There was a period when Rong Zhi ate so much meat that she developed an aversion to it.

To prevent Rong Fangjun from serving her a whole table of meat dishes, Rong Zhi gently smiled and said calmly, "I haven’t lost weight, I gained two pounds. It’s just that the clothes are too loose, so you can’t tell."

"Really?" Rong Fangjun was skeptical.

"Yes."

"Alright then."

Seeing how sure his grandson was, Rong Fangjun didn’t press further. He beamed, "In just a few days, you’ll be going to school. Have you got all your school supplies ready? Don’t worry, your sister is in the same school as you; if there’s anything, you can go to her for help."

He knew that his grandson had dropped out and worked before, but that didn’t matter. His grandson was so well-behaved and smart; with gradual studying, he would surely catch up.

Rong Fangjun had mysterious confidence in Rong Zhi.

Rong Zhi’s expression remained unchanged.

Let Rong Meng help her? That might be even more difficult than having Rong Meng play tricks on her.

Skipping over the topic of starting school, Rong Zhi unzipped her backpack and took out two small porcelain bottles, "Grandpa, these are for you."

Rong Fangjun’s eyes widened slightly, a burst of joy spreading in his heart, shaking even his wrinkles.

"For... for me?"

Rong Zhi nodded, "Yes, inside is an incense I developed, which is useful for improving health. Have Housekeeper Lu light one every night before bed."

When she visited the Rong Family, she heard the old man coughing. Originally, the two mint candies would have helped him, but unfortunately, he didn’t eat them.

If the candy wasn’t eaten, then incense would suffice, and the effects were even better.

She genuinely hoped that the old man would be healthy and live a long life. Although they haven’t interacted for long, she could feel the old man’s kindness towards her.

Upon hearing this, Rong Fangjun didn’t question whether what she said was true, nor did he doubt the medicinal properties of the incense. Instead, like a child receiving a cherished gift, he carefully put away the porcelain bottle.

"Grandpa knows, I’ll have Lu Zhao light it every day!"

Rong Zhi saw how Rong Fangjun was protecting the precious gift, clearly indicating ’since it’s from my grandson, I must keep it’. She knew he was just saying it and didn’t truly intend to use it.

With a wave of helplessness in her heart, she smiled lightly, "There are many incense pills in the porcelain bottle, enough for a month. You’re not allowed to save them."

"Once they’re finished, I’ll bring another bottle over. If I find that there are leftovers from last month, then there won’t be any more."

Being gentle with the old man was ineffective; he might even hide them secretly. Only by making a heavy statement would he comply and light the incense.

Just as expected.

Rong Fangjun exclaimed, "Don’t, the third one must send it to Grandpa; I’ll use it. I’ll have Lu Zhao light it tonight."

Just then, Lu Zhao entered the room, hesitating after hearing his name, "Light what?"

"Light the incense!"

"...?"

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Elsewhere.

Outside the courtyard.

Bai Su’s wrist leaned casually against the car window, a lit cigarette held between his fingers. The smoke blurred his overly exquisite features, giving his eyes a distant and dreamy look.

In the back seat, Jiang Gujun hurriedly opened the car door and got in.

"Mr. Su, the mastermind behind the car accident has been identified; it’s the Yan Yue盟."

And the one who drove and hit them was the fourth lead of the Yan Yue盟.

Jiang Gujun continued, "About that child..." He paused, "At three, he got separated from his family, was abducted, and wandered for six years. Beyond that, there’s nothing."

Bai Su lowered his eyes calmly, withdrew his hand, and slowly extinguished the cigarette in the ashtray, his eyes carrying a faint chill, "Let’s put the child aside for now. First, send a message to President Fei, asking if he would be willing to help resolve matters with the Yan Yue盟."

He was still being hunted worldwide, so it was inconvenient for him to act, leaving him no choice but to ask others for help.

Jiang Gujun responded, and shortly afterward, he received a reply.

"President Fei said he might be a bit busy lately, asking if it’s urgent."

After speaking, he fell silent.

Hadn’t President Fei been on break for half a year? Busy with what??

Bai Su asked softly, "How long?"

"About a week, but he said he can take the job, though he’d have to charge extra."

Actually, Jiang Gujun didn’t relay the full message.

President Fei’s original words were: [It’s excessive to bundle the deal; considering you’re my employer, I’ll take this job, but not next time. The price, however, would be a hundredfold of the commission.]

A daily commission a hundred times over, that’s ten million.

Thinking about how ten million to buy the head of the Yan Yue盟’s fourth leader seemed quite reasonable?

However, President Fei’s next reply quickly shattered Jiang Gujun’s naive thought on the spot.

Your father in the wild carrying you: [It’s calculated based on the total commission from when the order was taken until now.]

Oh dear.

The total commission, that’s quite a sum.

Upon hearing this, Bai Su’s demeanor remained as relaxed as ever, "Tell him we agree, and the deposit will be transferred tonight."

Meanwhile.

Rong Zhi was casually tapping on her phone screen, pondering over her last received message.

Her employer seemingly not only had a difficult life and many enemies but also seemed to be foolish with money.

No matter, she was just doing her job for the money; what the employer did personally was none of her concern.

"Third one, come have dinner."

Rong Fangjun called to her from the kitchen, and Rong Zhi put away her phone and arose to head to the dining room.

In the following days, Rong Zhi found herself shuttling between the hospital and the villa. Her mornings were spent listening to Bai Su’s lectures, and her afternoons were spent caring for He Songzhi in the hospital, simultaneously discussing a treatment plan for Rong Jiazze’s voice with Fu Yaoyao.

"...His vocal cords are damaged from being poisoned, torn, and can only be treated with acupuncture first, and then slowly nursed back to health later on."

Fu Yaoyao knit her brows, "Sis, his condition is similar to yours back then. Even if it’s healed, speaking will still be difficult."

Rong Zhi had also damaged her voice years ago; it took her master several months and many rare herbs, coupled with timely treatment, to restore her voice to its current state.

But Rong Jiazze wasn’t as fortunate.

Fu Yaoyao suddenly remembered how, when Rong Zhi couldn’t speak as a child, their master made them all learn sign language.

Unexpectedly, just as she and her junior brother grasped the basics, Rong Zhi was the first to recover.

Rong Zhi made a soft sound, turning her pen in her hand as she scribbled on her notepad, then tore off the page with a ripping sound.

"Go get the medicine and start drinking it; we’ll discuss the rest later."

Her tone was calm, her voice carrying a hint of a lazy allure, sounding exceptionally pleasant.

However, only Fu Yaoyao knew that her master couldn’t raise her voice, or it would cause a second tear in her vocal cords.

Noticing the silence beside her, Rong Zhi turned her gaze sideways.

The young girl’s pinkish face showed a flash of melancholy and heartache. She blinked, raised her hand, and gave a gentle rap on the girl’s head with her notebook, smiling, "What are you thinking about? Go get the medicine."

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