The Undercover Heir is Actually Tycoon's Secret Girlfriend
Chapter 37 License Plate

Chapter 37: Chapter 37 License Plate

Bai Su paused briefly, then the corners of his mouth curved up into a relaxed smile, lazy and carefree, "Your driving skills are pretty good; have you raced before?"

Rong Zhi: "Not many times."

Bai Su’s peach blossom eyes flickered slightly, his brows raised casually, "Such good driving skills with not many races, that’s impressive."

Rong Zhi replied nonchalantly, "I have a natural gift."

Her casual tone carried a hint of arrogance and defiance.

The pure white car glimmered like the only star in the darkness, slicing through the fog-draped night like a fierce and swift cheetah.

This didn’t seem like someone who hadn’t raced much.

Bai Su propped his chin, looking at her, with a half-smile.

Rong Zhi’s face remained emotionless, as if indifferent to everything.

Being doubted and probed was of little concern.

The rumble outside the car grew louder, with black clouds pressing down, and the temperature inside dropped further.

She pressed her lips together, feeling a bit cold.

A slender finger with distinct joints suddenly reached over and expertly pressed the air conditioner button.

Bai Su chuckled lightly and withdrew his hand, "Didn’t wear enough clothes outdoors today, a bit chilly, don’t mind turning on the AC, do you?"

Rong Zhi’s expression froze briefly, her lips relaxed slightly, somewhat surprised, "No problem."

Bai Su lowered his eyes, his black hair spilled over his forehead, long lashes shielding the light at the bottom of his eyes. He held onto a coat, without any intention of wearing it.

He casually tossed it onto the back seat while she focused on driving.

...

Tingshan Villa.

Rong Zhi parked the car at the villa entrance according to the navigation, Bai Su opened the car door, and before getting out, he turned back and spoke casually, "Care to come in for a cup of tea? You can even stay the night; my bed is very soft, big enough to roll around."

Rong Zhi tilted her head slightly, her expression neutral.

She remained silent, tapping her fingers lightly on the steering wheel, Bai Su understood, sighing lightly, "This little brother is hard to lure."

Apparently, he had such intentions.

Rong Zhi curled her lips, the smile slightly chilly, "Close the door, the rain is getting in."

Direct and extremely cold.

Jiang Gujun had been waiting with an umbrella beside the car, seeing Bai Su alight, he quickly angled the umbrella towards him.

Bai Su spoke to the person in the car, "See you tomorrow."

Rong Zhi nodded, locking the door.

Bai Su stood in the rain, the mist blurred his figure; he squinted, watching the car drive away and disappear from sight, his thin lips parted slightly, "Tomorrow go to the DMV to collect the license plate left there, and send it to the Rong Family."

A few years ago, when he was working at the State Affairs Bureau, the Prime Minister helped him get a license plate, but he was always on the move, so he left it at the DMV, never picking it up.

All the paperwork was completed, ready to be used.

Jiang Gujun acknowledged and noted it down.

The next day.

Rong Zhi received a call from Jiang Gujun and went downstairs, where he handed her a package.

"What’s this?"

Jiang Gujun: "Mr. Su asked me to deliver it to you."

After speaking, he hurriedly ran off, afraid Rong Zhi would return it.

Rong Zhi: "..."

Her slender hands tore open the box, and with a "clang," something fell out.

Rong Zhi looked down and saw a black license plate lying on the white floor, inscribed with—

JingA.00001.

?

She frowned slightly, took out her phone, and sent Bai Su a WeChat message: [For me?]

Bai Su replied after a few minutes: [Consider it a small gift for your new car from your teacher. If you don’t like this one, there are others, besides number 0; choose from 1-9]

Rong Zhi paused briefly at his casual tone, like selling cabbages, then slowly replied: [Thank you]

...

School started on Monday, Rong Zhi arrived at the classroom just in time.

There was now an additional desk next to the last position of Group Four, and a lot of snacks were placed on top.

Ying Hengyu quickly put down his crossed leg when he saw her approaching, pulling out a chair, "Third Brother, please sit."

Rong Zhi pointed at the desk, "You bought these?"

Ying Hengyu chuckled, "I didn’t know what flavors Third Brother likes, so I bought a bit of everything."

There was still some time before class started, and the classmates were noisier than usual, glancing over before continuing their conversation.

"Did you see the latest update on the Mechanical Engineering Institute’s official Weibo? The Engineering College is collaborating with Jing University this year, selecting students from the school to join the latest project!"

"Let them select; they’ll choose Jing University students, not us."

"No, no, there’s news that the selection criteria for students have been relaxed significantly this time; as long as you are a Jing University student or about to enroll, you have a chance to pass the evaluation and get in!"

"Saying so much, you still need to be evaluated, but you reminded me that Rong Xiaohua was guaranteed entry to Jing University last year; will she participate?"

"..."

Such topics simultaneously appeared in one class.

Yang Yuli approached Rong Meng, "Meng Meng, are you going to participate in the Mechanical Engineering Institute’s evaluation this time?"

Rong Meng smiled slightly, shaking her head, "I’m not going; my brother is."

Yang Yuli’s eyes widened, "Senior Rong? Then it’s absolutely a sure thing! Meng Meng, remember to ask Senior Rong to take a few more photos so we ordinary folks can admire what the Engineering Institute looks like!"

Rong Meng nodded, "Alright."

Yang Yuli: "Meng Meng, you’re so nice; your family is full of talents. I really doubt if your brother is truly a Rong Family member? He doesn’t resemble you at all."

Her voice was not low, carrying a slight tone of disdain.

Rong Meng’s expression froze momentarily, and she spoke calmly, "Naturally, he is; he’s just learning a bit slower, but he’ll catch up eventually."

"Catch up? Does he work as hard as you? Can he get into Jing University? Can he enter the Engineering College? I’m afraid he doesn’t even know what the Engineering College is!"

Yang Yuli sneered, her heart full of contempt for Rong Zhi.

A wandering drifter with no prospects, completely wasting the identity of Third Young Master Rong.

She clenched her fist, her eyes sparkling, secretly anticipating the afternoon arrangement.

...

After school at noon, in the school cafeteria.

Ying Hengyu looked at Rong Zhi, who was focused on her phone, and raised a brow, "What are you looking at, Third Brother?"

She’d been looking at it all morning, occasionally jotting down notes in her notebook.

Rong Zhi sent the corrected mechanical design drawing to Zhao Hecheng, responding without lifting her head, "Line sketches."

Ying Hengyu recalled the chaotic lines she drew in her notebook, praised with closed eyes, "Didn’t expect Third Brother to have a talent for drawing, impressive!"

Rong Zhi: "Mm, it’s alright."

Ying Hengyu: "..."

I just made a casual compliment, and you really took it seriously.

Rong Zhi didn’t see anything amiss, focusing on replying to messages: [Component part design is incorrect, four-dimensional space calculation parameters are wrong, Jing University student?]

Zhao Hecheng felt her disdain even across the screen: [Little Zhi, thank you for your hard work. Once the Engineering College evaluation is over, Grandpa will invite you for tea. There are two more student works, perhaps... Take another look?]

Rong Zhi: [...]

Rong Zhi: [Send]

Zhao Hecheng: [Sending to your email now!]

After receiving the two course materials, Rong Zhi stood up, "I’m full."

Ying Hengyu: "Okay, Brother, just leave the bowl; someone will clean it up later."

Rong Zhi responded with an "Mm," walked out of the cafeteria, left the school, paused briefly when passing a small road, then continued walking away.

Five minutes later, she turned back and stopped at the road’s entrance.

She looked down at the five or six men, clothes stained with blood, lying scattered and clearly unconscious.

Facing her direction, Fu Yaoyao, wearing her hair in twin ponytails and looking adorably cute, raised her still-dripping knife, sweetly smiling, "Senior Sister, these people were following you earlier, all taken care of by me~"

Rong Zhi remained calm, accustomed to this sight, "Throw away the knife, let’s go."

Fu Yaoyao responded with an "Oh," casually inserting the knife into the thigh of one man on the ground, then smiling as she linked arms with Rong Zhi, "I want to eat strawberry ice cream~"

"Okay."