The Undercover Heir is Actually Tycoon's Secret Girlfriend
Chapter 31: The Melon

Chapter 31: Chapter 31: The Melon

Just as Zhou Xiang was about to pick up a stone from the roadside to smash a car window, a hoarse and blurry voice suddenly came from above his head, with a hint of laughter.

Zhou Xiang jerked his head up, and within his gaze, there were a pair of long legs wearing short boots and black cargo pants dangling in midair.

Beside this path was a nearly two-meter-high border wall, and he was sitting at the broken end of the wall, wearing a dark blue hooded sweatshirt, almost blending into the night sky.

Zhou Xiang took two steps back, sobering up more than halfway.

The person pressed his hands on the wall and leaped down from midair, landing lightly and silently on the ground, quick and nimble.

Zhou Xiang looked at him warily, "Who are you?!"

He was now completely sober, the sense of crisis filling him, but the sedan was blocking his way, leaving him no way to advance or retreat.

The person lifted his head.

Under the loose hood, his fox-like eyes had a lovely contour, dark and ominous, the lower half of his face covered by a mask.

Zhou Xiang was stunned.

His lips slowly curled up, the corners of his eyes were crimson like a night elf, "The one who takes your life."

...

Rong Zhi leisurely wiped a black bracelet, then lightly tossed the tissue into the raging sea of fire behind him, the red flames almost lighting up the sky.

After fixing the bracelet back on, she took out her phone to message the employer.

It seemed the employer was waiting squatting for her news, as the reply came instantly.

Rich Fool: [Great, the final payment will be in your account tomorrow, thank you for your hard work!]

Rong Zhi replied with an "Mm."

Putting away the phone, she suddenly felt a headache about how to return to the Rong Family.

If she had known, she wouldn’t have blown up the half-seized, half-bought car.

By the time she reached the Rong Family villa, it was past five in the morning. She took a shower and fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

The next day.

Rong Zhi walked into the classroom with a full-body low pressure.

The atmosphere in the class was eerily quiet, everyone looking at her, no one daring to speak.

Rong Zhi was completely oblivious.

The aftereffects of insufficient sleep made her temples throb painfully.

It wasn’t unbearable, just quite uncomfortable.

Not until she sat down, put her bag away, and lay on the desk sleeping with her arms as a pillow did the classroom start whispering discussions.

"The leadership at Mingwu High has really degenerated over the past few years, accepting just anyone."

"I thought yesterday that he looked good and seemed studious, but it turns out it was all an act."

"Humph, after all, he’s an illegitimate child. If he doesn’t pretend a bit, making Mr. Rong unhappy and getting kicked out of Beijing would be so humiliating."

"They are both from the Rong Family, with the sister being the school flower and the brother a ruffian, a punk. An illegitimate child will never be presentable."

"..."

Yesterday afternoon, the school forum crashed.

Someone posted a thread full of side profile shots, hand photos, and full-body pictures of Rong Zhi. The classmate who took the photos seemed to have a hand fetish, particularly enhancing and zooming in on her hands.

In the photos, the side profile of the stunning teenager’s face was perfect, the hands holding the pen were distinct in their knuckle bones, and the sunlight on her made her appear otherworldly.

Everyone marveled that Mingwu High actually had such a godly face among its transfer students, with people eagerly asking which class she was in.

A corresponding thread started shortly.

The thread title: [Let’s Talk About the So-called Godly Face Transfer Student]

The top photo was the most popular side profile shot, instantly attracting countless students to click in.

Thinking it was a straightforward reveal post, yet after reading a few floors, everyone suddenly realized.

Whoa, there’s gossip!

The post detailed the transfer student’s tardiness for the entrance exam, lack of scores and cutting class, written as if the author experienced it all firsthand, very detailed, with subtle hints of the transfer student’s complicated identity.

While everyone was stupefied, the transfer student’s family background was uncovered.

Rong Family’s Third Young Master, recently recognized as an illegitimate child with a chaotic private life, poor studies, and even worse character.

Rong Family, one of the top four elite families in Beijing that the wealthy couldn’t even think of reaching.

Everyone’s gossip suddenly got stuck.

Finally, at the end of the post, an ’insider’ revealed that Rong Zhi not only got into Class 2 of Grade 3 through connections but also threatened Qin Man Yue to work for her.

Qin Man Yue was the girl who drew the curtains yesterday.

The class flower of Class 3-2, also the strongest competitor for school flower just after Rong Meng, with her movements always the center of attention.

Upon receiving this news, Qin Man Yue’s fan club exploded.

"Bang!"

The classroom’s front door was pushed open.

Right now, preparing for class, the few lords in Class 2 were missing, but everyone else was present.

Upon hearing the loud noise, everyone turned their heads together.

"Yo, Brother Yu is here quite early today." Some classmates greeted the boy walking at the front.

The leading one, a tall boy with red-dyed streaks, punk attire from head to toe, skull earrings in both ears, and a sharp, imposing demeanor, was Ying Hengyu.

The eldest young master of the Ying Family, now the ’leader’ at Mingwu High School.

He liked Qin Man Yue, had been pursuing Qin Man Yue for three years, known even by the vocational high school next door, with everyone aware that there was an untouchable white moonlight in Brother Yu’s heart, treasured by all.

This young master usually either arrived late or did not come, but today, in the rare event of arriving before morning reading, one could easily guess who it was for.

Ying Hengyu walked straight to the last position of the 4th group after entering the door. Qin Man Yue, sitting in front, quickly grabbed his sleeve as he passed by, "Ying Hengyu, don’t cause trouble."

The girl who had been held closest to his heart was pleading for another man, and Ying Hengyu nearly exploded with rage.

His heart was filled with rolling waves of jealousy and anger.

He unclasped Qin Man Yue’s hand and walked next to Rong Zhi, kicking her chair with all his might!

"Wake the hell up! Who the hell are you to mess with me, get up now!"

Rong Zhi was sleeping.

Unmoved.

Feeling Ying Hengyu approaching, she woke up instantly a second before he kicked, pressed her hand on the chair back, stood, and smoothly turned backward to stand by the window.

"Screech—"

The sound of the chair hitting the wall was deep and dull.

Someone, insensitive to the trouble, commented, "Brother Yu, yesterday I saw the class flower draw the curtains for Rong Zhi, but Rong Zhi didn’t appreciate it."

"Yeah, yeah, Brother Yu, let me tell you, Rong Zhi is too much, even dared to give the class flower an attitude."

Throwing mud costs nothing.

Ying Hengyu squinted his eyes, his chest filled with rage from hearing one sentence after another, sneering coldly, "Vulgar, trash, shameless dogshit."

Rong Zhi crossed her arms, lifted her eyes faintly, exuding a lazy, wandering aggressiveness, her lips barely moved, producing a subtle sound, "Hah."

A laugh without humor, sarcastic to the extreme.

Ying Hengyu’s eyes were crimson, hands clenched tightly, throwing his full force at Rong Zhi’s face.

As he moved, the classmates around gasped, quickly backing away from the battlefield.

Ying Hengyu had learned Muay Thai and participated in illegal fighting for two years; not to mention ordinary people, even boxers would be knocked flat by him.

No one could endure repeated provocations, not only due to Qin Man Yue’s differential treatment but also an unexplainable sense of crisis coming from Rong Zhi.

He always felt that Rong Zhi’s arrival would threaten his position.

Before he even touched her, his wrist was suddenly grasped.

"Crack—pop—"

The sound of bones dislocating.

A scream echoed through the classroom.

Rong Zhi twisted Ying Hengyu’s arm, and just as he kicked at her, she kicked his knee ruthlessly.