The Undercover Heir is Actually Tycoon's Secret Girlfriend
Chapter 39: Too Demonic

Chapter 39: Chapter 39: Too Demonic

Rong Meng hurried to serve soup for Rong Xian’an, "It didn’t take long, if Little Zhi isn’t used to it later, he can ride in the same car with me."

She finished speaking and chuckled lightly, "But I’m preparing for the math Olympic Competition recently, Little Zhi will have to wait for me, is that okay?"

Rong Xian’an took the bowl, his expression softened a bit, but hearing the latter part of the sentence, his brows furrowed again, without saying a word.

Ying Man beside him sneered, "It’s not like there isn’t another car at home, you’re busy with both music practice and competitions, he’s not a three-year-old child, why bother with him?"

Ever since tearing off the facade last weekend, Ying Man’s disdain and dislike for Rong Zhi were unapologetically evident.

Because Rong Zhi’s eyes, which were extremely similar to her mother-in-law’s, had a haunting, exotic allure that always reminded her of bad memories from childhood.

She disliked overly exotic appearances, especially when Rong Zhi was a boy. Growing up like this, was he aiming for such a profession?!

Ying Man couldn’t help but recall Rong Zhi once working in a bar...

She felt nauseous, turning to Rong Meng with a somber instruction, "You’re performing at a concert tomorrow night. After eating, go practice the cello; from now on, come straight home after school."

Rong Meng obediently agreed, shielding herself with the bowl, she subtly glanced at Rong Zhi.

Rong Zhi maintained his usual indifference, not stirred by their words, slowly eating his meal, but her plate was full of plain, tasteless vegetarian dishes.

All the nutritious and high-quality dishes were placed in front of the Rong family siblings.

Rong Zhi was quite indifferent. When these four were not at home, Housekeeper Lin would occasionally forget to cook.

Rong Meng put down her bowl and softly smiled, "I’m off to practice cello upstairs now."

She got up to leave, seeing Rong Zhi still indifferent, squinted her eyes in contemplation for a few seconds, then asked, "Mom, since Little Zhi came back, we haven’t gone out as a family. Why don’t we use the concert as an opportunity for you all to see me perform?"

"Why should he go?" Rong Qichuo spoke up with derision, "What does he know about concerts?"

A country bumpkin, the most he’d probably ever heard of as an instrument is a suona, utterly crude and uncultured.

Rong Meng bit her lip, pretended to be angry and glared at Rong Qichuo, "Brother, don’t talk nonsense, Little Zhi just doesn’t understand yet, but after tomorrow, I’ll explain it to him."

She finished addressing her brother and turned to Rong Zhi with a gentle, sisterly smile, "Little Zhi, come join us, I’ll get you a ticket shortly."

Rong Zhi finished chewing the bean sprouts at a leisurely pace, his voice quite mild, "I’m not going."

Her tone was understated, almost dismissive.

As she spoke, Rong Meng’s smile froze for a moment, then it was replaced with confusion and a sense of grievance, "Little Zhi..."

Rong Zhi’s phone vibrated in his pocket, he took it out and saw the number on the screen, his eyebrows raised slightly, calmly and casually saying, "I’m full."

Then, she pushed back her chair and left the dining room.

Instantly, the atmosphere became awkward and tense.

Rong Meng watched her back, biting her lips into a pale whiteness.

Rong Qichuo’s face turned dark, suppressing the angry curses rising to his lips, protecting Rong Meng in his arms, his eyes sinister, "Meng Meng, don’t bother being so kind to him. Don’t take him, it would be pointless, like casting pearls before swine!"

Ying Man’s expression also turned sour, her brows knit tightly, suppressing the anger in her heart, sarcastically saying, "Did I give birth to him just to collect debts?!"

...

Upstairs.

Rong Zhi answered the phone, an elegant and pleasant female voice flowed slowly from the receiver.

"Zhi Zhi darling, I’m arriving in the Huaguo Capital tomorrow, where shall we meet?"

Her Chinese was a bit awkward, but the pleasant voice added points.

This Ms. Tao Ruisi was a friend of her mentor, a world-renowned, top-notch cellist, who often taught her how to play the cello as a child. Two years ago, she had been seriously ill and Rong Zhi treated her.

Tao Ruisi had dedicated her life to music, with works of profound influence, she frequently secluded herself for composing new pieces, and after her illness, only stepped out for regular medical check-ups.

This time she went abroad because of Rong Zhi’s presence in Beijing; she had to review her health, and coincidentally finished a new piece to show Rong Zhi, so she directly flew over.

Rong Zhi’s lips curved slightly, thinking about the equipment Tao Ruisi needed for her check-up, her fingertip tapped lazily on the sofa armrest, "What time will you arrive?"

Tao Ruisi pondered for a moment before realizing she was being asked what time she would arrive in Beijing.

Unsurprisingly, she needed time to comprehend, Zhi Zhi darling spoke so little, as an M Country individual, grasping the broad and profound culture of Huaguo was challenging.

"It should be around ten in the morning, Huaguo Time. Zhi Zhi darling, will you come to pick me up?" Tao Ruisi asked happily.

"Mm."

"Then see you tomorrow!"

After hanging up, Rong Zhi tossed aside the phone and adjusted her collar. With her movements, the loose sweatshirt slanted to the left, revealing a large patch of skin white as jade, glowing softly under the light.

Rong Zhi squinted, her eyes lowered slowly.

Seeing a certain area, her lips pursed slightly.

...

M Country International Airport.

Tao Ruisi couldn’t help but smile, even Kailin could feel her good mood.

She took advantage of Tao Ruisi’s happiness to mention a job, "The president of the Huaguo Cello Association sent you an invitation, wants you to attend a music concert, are you going?"

Tao Ruisi was the vice president of the International Cello Association, her schedule was public within the association, the president of the Huaguo Association knew she was coming to Beijing, personally invited her.

"No, no." Tao Ruisi refused directly without a second thought; the time spent with Rong Zhi wasn’t enough, where would she find room to attend some music concert.

Kailin nodded, said no more.

The broadcast reminded them that boarding time arrived, Tao Ruisi promptly pulled Kailin along to check their tickets, moving swiftly without showing any signs of her age, sixty-something and still spry.

Meanwhile.

In the Huaguo Capital, at the Shen Family.

Shen Luoluo sat at the vanity after a bath, she had made plans with friends tonight and was about to grab the makeup to apply.

As her fingers touched the cold bottles, a chill ran through her, making her shiver.

She lowered her head, glancing at the array of bottles and jars on the table, then lifted her gaze.

In the mirror, the eighteen-year-old girl’s cheeks glowed with the steamy aftermath of a bath, fresh as a lychee, her almond-shaped eyes sharp and raised, with pristine black and white clarity softening the sharpness, rendering her appearance both stunningly beautiful and pure.

Seeing herself, she felt captivated.

Shen Luoluo stared at her reflection, suddenly recalling a sentence spoken by a young teen that afternoon in her mind.

—You look prettier without makeup.

She bit her lip, struggling, after a while, she seemed to make a decision, firmly closing her eyes, setting down the bottle, only lightly applying toner.

Downstairs.

Shen Junze was handling company business, hearing a sound, he looked up to see a graceful figure approaching.

The light-green sleeveless waist-fitted dress perfectly delineated the girl’s hot figure, her black hair cascaded behind, gracefully brushing her delicate, bright complexion like a blossoming rose, stunningly beautiful.

With makeup washed away, her beauty was fully displayed.

Shen Junze stared, incredulous, eyes wide with surprise and wonder, "Luoluo?"

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