The Undercover Heir is Actually Tycoon's Secret Girlfriend
Chapter 30: Mission

Chapter 30: Chapter 30: Mission

"Mr. Rong doesn’t know?"

Seeing his bewildered face, Song Cheng found a vent for his emotions and spilled out the entire process of Rong Zhi treating Rong Fangjun as if pouring beans.

At the end, he summarized with great emotion, "The incense and medicinal soup of Third Young Master are both exceptional remedies for the old man, not just for him, but for every heart and lung disease patient!"

Rong Xian’an was very confused.

He stood there stiffly, in stark contrast to the excited Song Cheng.

Song Cheng even asked him for Rong Zhi’s contact details, but he couldn’t hear anymore.

It shouldn’t be like this...

Rong Zhi, someone who has spent eighteen years in the countryside.

How could she possibly!

...

Rong Zhi walked out of the old house.

In Beijing, September marks the beginning of autumn, and the evening wind is as cool as water, making people feel a bit cold.

She brushed the bangs on her forehead, her fox-like eyes slightly squinted.

Initially, she didn’t want to pay attention to those people, but if she let them continue, the old man would surely be saddened. It’s better to deal with it once and for all.

It’s okay to provoke her, but they must not provoke the people she cares about.

Rong Zhi lowered her eyes, took out her phone from her pocket, and clicked open the toolbar labeled [Games].

Dozens of mini-games appeared on the screen.

She selected an app with a pure white icon, went in, and operated with both hands on the keyboard.

A local network distribution map popped up; she entered a string of code and quickly locked onto the target.

Just at that moment, someone from the Heaven Gate Network backend sent her a message.

Moneybags: [President Fei, President Fei, the time has come, do you have time for the mission today?]

’Moneybags’ was how she noted her employer.

Rong Zhi wrote down that string of addresses and replied: [Mm]

Moneybags: [Alright, the remainder is ready for you any time, eagerly awaiting good news]

Indeed ’plenty of money’.

Rong Zhi turned off the phone screen; taxis were scarce in Beijing’s night, so she hacked into the ride-hailing software and called a nearby one for herself.

She glanced at the passing scenery.

Looks like she still needs a car; the one the old man gave her is too conspicuous when driven out. She would go to the car dealership and buy a new one during the weekend break.

...

Inside the villa at Tingshan Villa.

Jiang Gujun received a reply, his eyes bright, "President Fei has made a move! Mr. Su, isn’t Zhou Xiang in Beijing? President Fei must be in Beijing too, should we go for a chance encounter?"

Bai Su had a Beidou Star Plate in front of him, surrounded by various stones of different shapes and sizes. Each stone had intricate runes written in vermillion.

Jiang Gujun only got to know him later and didn’t know about his past, only knowing that Bai Su returned to Shengge Island from his maternal family at the age of eight.

And his maternal family is a mysterious hidden family in Hua Country, inheriting Eight Diagrams推演 and Divination and Star Calculation.

The car accident orchestrated by Yan Yue盟 was calculated by Bai Su; if not for the calculation, they wouldn’t have just gotten minor injuries.

Jiang Gujun still remembers the sparks from the car as it scraped past his own.

It was a close call with death, and he almost met King Yama.

At this moment, seeing Bai Su setting up the Star Calculation Array again, he was intrigued and started researching along.

"Mr. Su, let me ask you something. When you flew back from Shengge Island this time, was it partly because... hmm, and partly because of Mr. Rong?"

Jiang Gujun skipped over the words ’dispel’, speaking purposely.

Bai Su casually nodded without paying much attention, as a response, while fiddling with a thumb-sized Star Stone.

"I knew it, you vanished for five years without a trace, then flew back Hua Country shortly after returning to Shengge Island. You left so decisively; you must have had an agenda."

Bai Su wore an off-white knitted sweater, the collar slightly loose, revealing pale skin with movement. His long legs folded, peach blossom eyes reflecting light as if a calm and unfathomable night sky.

He focused on the Star Calculation Array in front of him, his expression not showing any clear emotion.

After a while, he lowered his gaze, then lifted it again, his eyes radiant like the starlit sky.

Jiang Gujun studied it for a long time but still couldn’t understand it. When he looked up, he almost dropped his phone, quickly covering his nose.

Nothing touched.

Jiang Gujun took a deep breath, thankfully, no nosebleed.

Bai Su’s charm really was unrivaled, he almost couldn’t hold himself.

"Mr., Mr. Su," he stammered, his gaze shifting to a certain spot to change the topic, "Every time you set up the array, you place the Star-picking Plate in the center, did it ever turn?"

The palm-sized Beidou Star Plate in the middle of the array, called Star-picking, had mysterious and ancient engravings at the edges and a silver compass at the center.

Bai Su pressed down his brows, his voice calm and light, "Mm."

The Star-picking Plate did turn.

It turned once on the day his grandfather passed away, once before his mother got into an accident, and another time pointed towards the east.

Following the Star Plate’s guidance, he left the Bai Family for Hua Country, and once arriving there, the Star-picking Plate turned again towards the south of Hua Country, where he set up an array.

The first two turns were related to his family; he thought this time would be the same.

However, when he followed the divination and met Rong Zhi at the Seventh Sense Bar, he suddenly couldn’t interpret the Star-picking Plate’s symbolism.

Fiddling with the Star Stone twice, Bai Su threw it, letting it fall at a spot in the array in a perfect arc, causing the Star-picking Plate to flicker briefly, hiding red light.

The array was formed.

Bai Su’s lips curled slightly.

Not being able to interpret is fine; he could stick around Mr. Rong and slowly deduce.

One day, he would uncover the secrets hidden within her.

...

Early morning, Mingdian Club.

Zhou Xiang staggered out, aided by an attendant, having just turned forty and already becoming corpulent, his face oily, reeking intensely of alcohol.

He embraced a girl who could be his daughter and got into the car.

Inside the car, Zhou Xiang couldn’t restrain himself from touching the girl, who didn’t resist, curling up coyly in his arms.

Zhou Xiang’s driver was overly familiar with the scene, with no intention of turning back.

Halfway through the journey, as they passed a relatively secluded alley, the driver suddenly stopped the car.

At that moment, Zhou Xiang desperately wanted to do the girl right there, the driver’s stop made him very impatient.

"Why stop, keep driving!"

The driver, seeing Zhou Xiang angry, dared not refute, just timidly said, "There’s a car blocking the road ahead."

With the high beams on, even the drunken Zhou Xiang could clearly see the very ordinary sedan, just enough to block the small road completely.

"Damn!"

He cursed, vaguely sensing something amiss, but his thoughts were ruled by desire now. This notion arose for a mere two seconds before being discarded.

After cursing, he pointed at the car, "Quickly get down and check!"

The driver shrank his neck, and went down reluctantly.

He walked around the sedan, from the rear to the front, peering through the window, "Someone—"

"Thud!"

A muffled sound, the driver didn’t even finish saying ’there’, before he slumped, eyes rolled, unconscious.

In the car.

The driver still hadn’t returned; Zhou Xiang’s patience reached its limit.

He pushed the girl aside, angrily got out of the car.

He wanted to see which senseless fool dared block him!

The car windows were covered with anti-peep film, making it impossible to discern if there was anyone inside, Zhou Xiang’s anger surged; fueled by drunkenness, he kicked the car door.

"Damn it, get the hell out for me!"

"Come out!"

In the overly silent night, his voice echoed along the small alley.

"Looking for me?"