The Undercover Heir is Actually Tycoon's Secret Girlfriend
Chapter 38 Identity

Chapter 38: Chapter 38 Identity

Evening, at the Yang Family’s place.

Yang Yuli was eating dinner when her phone in her pocket started vibrating urgently.

She took out her phone and glanced at it. It was from Lu Yi, the person she arranged to teach Rong Zhi a lesson.

Done?

She was instantly delighted and went into the bedroom while holding the phone.

The call connected, but before she could ask anything, the other side struck first.

"Yang Yuli, you bitch, what a great job you’ve got me into!!"

Yang Yuli frowned at the words and sneered, "Are you crazy, why are you cursing at me?!"

Lu Yi seemed very angry, breathing heavily, "I’m cursing you, you bitch! If it weren’t for agreeing to this, I wouldn’t have been crippled! My brothers wouldn’t have been hurt!"

His voice was loud enough to pierce eardrums, and Yang Yuli was stunned by the shouting.

What do you mean?

"What the hell are you talking about? Didn’t I tell you to teach Rong Zhi a lesson?"

She hadn’t seen Rong Zhi at class this afternoon, so she naturally thought something had happened to him. But now Lu Yi was telling her it was them who got into trouble?

Lu Yi laughed out of anger, gritting his teeth viciously, "Teach a lesson? Just you wait, you’ve cost me so many brothers, I won’t let you off!"

With that, he hung up the phone abruptly.

All that was left in Yang Yuli’s ear was the busy tone.

Her mind was filled with Lu Yi’s last words full of hatred, like a pair of hands strangling her throat, suffocating and cold, making her bones tremble.

Her eyes were filled with panic.

Where did it all go wrong!

...

First People’s Hospital, inside the ward.

Rong Jiazze was playing with his newly bought phone. His injuries were nearly healed, and Director Jin said he could be discharged next week.

Rong Zhi was sitting beside him, with her legs crossed casually on the bedside, a laptop resting on her legs. Her slender fingers were slowly tapping on the keyboard.

Two seconds later, a huge exclamation mark suddenly appeared on the screen, with three golden S’s printed at the bottom.

The firewall blocked her from entering while automatically launching a counterattack.

Tsk.

National SSS-level secrets? Pretty well protected.

She flexed her knuckles, tugged at the corners of her lips, her fox-like eyes, cool and thin, slightly curved, with an ambiguous smile.

In the next second, her hands on the keyboard almost became a blur.

Countless lines of code appeared on the screen.

In less than half a minute, the opponent’s automatic counterattack program collapsed and disintegrated; the exclamation mark vanished, and a simple personal profile appeared.

Rong Zhi raised an eyebrow.

The subtle curve of her lips was flamboyant and uninhibited.

Is that it?

She looked at the profile——

Name: Bai Su

Age: 24

That’s all.

No photo.

Simple enough.

But...

No wonder he could treat those iconic license plates like cabbages, he really has the guts.

Rong Zhi lowered her eyes, concealing the vague light under her eyes, and with a tap of her finger, she exited the State Affairs Bureau’s database.

The computer desktop returned to the blue sky, white clouds, and Rong Zhi cleared her mind, habitually cleaning up the invading hacker for her unlucky employer.

As she was about to finish up and shut down the computer, her gaze suddenly halted.

The local network distribution map had a particularly eye-catching white dot, indicating the employer’s location. The white dot hadn’t moved for a long time, obviously a residence.

She had never deliberately paid attention to the employer’s personal information, but upon seeing this, she found the area where the white dot was familiar.

According to the Beijing map, that area was on West Gate Road.

The reason she remembered clearly was that she had taken this road when she sent Bai Su home two days ago.

Rong Zhi’s brow twitched.

She shifted her posture, leaned against the chair back, and moved the mouse over it unhurriedly.

Looking at the familiar address, she twitched the corners of her mouth.

A layer of speechlessness rose in her heart, leaving her momentarily expressionless on her face.

"Senior, what’s with that look on your face?" Fu Yaoyao, carrying dinner back, was amazed at her changing expression.

Rong Zhi closed the laptop, sneered, and casually said, "Nothing, just discovered a fool with too much money to waste."

Fu Yaoyao: "Hmm, hmm, hmm??? "

Who???

...

Friday after school.

Dark clouds stained the sky with ink; light rain floated and fell, touching the skin and spreading a fine cold.

Rong Zhi, with a bag on her back, stood by the bus stop waiting for the bus. The overhead shelter was a bit small, and the rain drizzled on her face, drops of water onto her lashes, her sparse, aloof brows and eyes blurring like ink paintings.

Not far away.

Shen Luoluo, after planning with her girlfriends to go to a music concert the next evening, looked up and saw Rong Zhi standing in the rain.

The navy blue hoodie was slightly loose; pencil pants wrapped around her straight, slender legs, a single-shoulder bag slung loosely, her whole demeanor casual and carefree, lazy and uninhibited.

Shen Luoluo’s lips curved upward.

She ran over to him in surprise, "Rong Zhi!"

Rong Zhi turned her head slowly at the sound.

The ink was so intense it seemed painted, outlining the young man’s elegance between her brows.

The gray sky brightened a bit behind her.

Shen Luoluo’s previously unsteady mood flipped even more intensely; her breathing quickened a notch, "Are you waiting for a bus? The Shen Family’s car will be here soon, how about I give you a ride home?"

Rong Zhi subtly moved a little forward, her tone light, "No need."

Shen Luoluo felt the rain had lessened a bit, wasn’t bothered by Rong Zhi’s refusal, and remembered something else, "There’s a music concert at the National Music Hall tomorrow night. I have tickets; do you want to come along?"

Rong Zhi’s voice was cool: "A music concert?"

Shen Luoluo: "Yes, Meng Meng will perform. She plays the cello excellently, much better than me; even my brother praises her."

"Better than you?"

Shen Luoluo pressed her red lips slightly, her eyes showing a hint of wistfulness, nodded pitifully, "Yes, we started practicing music at the same age. She’s now Master Jing’s disciple, and I haven’t even passed level six."

When she said this, she looked particularly like that long-haired ragdoll cat raised by her master, ears drooping, both obedient and sad, pitiful.

Rong Zhi couldn’t help but glance at her, still affected by her garish makeup, "Did you grow up with Rong Meng? Did she teach you makeup?"

Shen Luoluo nodded repeatedly, "She says I look good like this, and my brother also says I look good."

That’s your brother doting on you, choosing to be blind.

Rong Zhi shifted her eyes without expression, "Actually, you look better without makeup."

Shen Luoluo was immediately surprised and opened her mouth slightly; did the little brother just say she looks ’better without makeup’?!

The bus she was waiting for arrived.

Rong Zhi gave her some advice; whether she takes it and changes her style is up to Shen Luoluo; it’s not her place to intervene.

She took some change out of her pocket and stepped onto the bus.

"Wait, let me give you the ticket first!"

Before Rong Zhi realized it, a few tickets were thrust into her hand, and Shen Luoluo ran off to avoid rejection after handing them over.

She looked at the tickets, a bit dazed.

Xumi, she put the tickets away and boarded the bus.

When she got home, the Rong Family of four was eating dinner.

Upon seeing her enter, Rong Xian’an turned his head, frowning, "Why are you back so late?"

Rong Zhi took off her hoodie, her tone indifferent, "The bus was stuck in traffic."

"Why take the bus? Where’s the driver?" Rong Xian’an’s frown deepened.

"I’m used to it."

Rong Xian’an suddenly remembered; she had been in the countryside for eighteen years and probably hadn’t seen a car much, let alone ridden in one.

He had earlier heard from Song Cheng that she could practice medicine, which surprised him at the time. Now seeing her in such a petite posture, she didn’t look like someone familiar with medicine at all.

Song Cheng might have been too rushed about treating the old man’s illness and had misspoken.

With the doubts in his heart dissipating, Rong Xian’an’s expression darkened slightly, not looking too good, "Come and eat. In the future, take the family car home, don’t always keep us waiting."

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