The Undercover Heir is Actually Tycoon's Secret Girlfriend
Chapter 40 Special

Chapter 40: Chapter 40 Special

No wonder he was shocked. Ever since Shen Luoluo and Rong Meng became close, Shen Luoluo had shown up with heavy makeup every day. Seeing that his sister liked it, he could only indulge her.

So much so that over the years, he almost forgot what she originally looked like.

At this sudden sight, he was momentarily taken aback.

Shen Luoluo had already walked up to him, lifted her skirt, and twirled. The hem fluttered, and her smile was incredibly charming.

"Brother, do I look pretty?"

Shen Junze came back to his senses at her words, gave a soft smile, his eyes filled with affection and tenderness, and said gently, "Pretty, Luoluo looks good no matter what!"

His sister, of course, was perfect in every way, and now she was even better.

Shen Luoluo’s lips curved upwards at his compliment, her phoenix eyes arched, and she covered her mouth, laughing joyfully and contentedly, "I think so too, so I’ve decided not to wear makeup anymore in the future."

After saying that, she grabbed her bag and flitted to the door like a butterfly, turning to make a little heart and blowing a kiss towards Shen Junze, "Love you, brother."

Having been unknowingly flirted with by his sister, Shen Junze instinctively clutched his frantically beating heart.

What do you do when your sister is both beautiful and flirtatious? Waiting online, quite anxious!

Then, Shen Junze calmed down and shook his head with a light laugh.

Shen Luoluo wanting to change her style was nothing short of a pleasant surprise for him.

He quickly took out his phone and started typing away.

To change her style, she had to start from scratch. New clothes, buy them; new jewelry, buy them!

...

The next morning.

Rong Zhi arrived at the airport exit right on time. Initially, she intended to wait outside, but unexpectedly, upon seeing her car, the airport manager opened the special lane without a word and stationed a team to stand solemnly on either side.

She twitched the corner of her mouth and then calmly drove onto the special lane. After driving a distance, she glanced at the rearview mirror and found those people still saluting there.

"..."

Though it was a bit awkward, taking the special lane had its perks—it was convenient and time-saving.

After picking up Tao Ruisi, who gave her a solid bear hug in the driver’s seat, Rong Zhi slightly raised her eyebrows and tapped the steering wheel lazily, "Let’s drive."

Tao Ruisi nuzzled against her face again before reluctantly letting go, "Zhi Zhi darling, I’ve missed you so much."

"Mm."

She was always like this, so Tao Ruisi didn’t feel neglected.

As they left the airport, Rong Zhi lifted her eyelids slightly, noticing that the group was still there.

This time, the place for the reexamination was arranged at a private sanatorium that only catered to the privileged. The sanatorium’s dean had some connections with Zhao Hecheng, so Rong Zhi borrowed the place from him.

The car drove down the highway, traveling to the outer loop, and soon arrived at the Jing Suburb Mountain South Garden.

The forestry was lush, with thin sunshine streaming through the verdant treetops, casting dappled shadows all around. The air was filled with the refreshing scent of nature, making it a pleasant and delightful environment.

Lan’er Sanatorium was situated among these pleasant surroundings, with a feel of hidden elegance within the city.

Zhao Hecheng had informed the dean in advance, and when Rong Zhi reached the sanatorium’s entrance, the security immediately swiped their cards to open the gate.

Everything went smoothly as Rong Zhi parked the car and led Tao Ruisi for the examination while Kailin went to arrange the ward.

The sixth floor of the sanatorium.

An elderly man in his seventies, dressed in a dark long gown and exuding a calm and serious aura, was flipping through the medical paper in his hands. After listening to the security and doctors’ reports, he nodded slowly, "As long as it’s arranged, there’s no need to worry about the rest."

The doctor understood, "Yes, Dean."

Outside the examination room, Rong Zhi received Tao Ruisi’s reexamination report, skimming through it quickly and nonchalantly.

She finished reading in about ten seconds, gained insight into Tao Ruisi’s health condition, then rolled the report into a cylinder and held it as she walked casually towards the ward.

While passing by a ward, the door suddenly swung open, and a person rushed out with their head down, running so fast that they didn’t even notice there was someone in front of them.

Rong Zhi instinctively moved sideways at the arch of her brow to step aside, only to see that person running in such a hurry that they tripped over their own feet and performed a face-plant on the ground!

Due to inertia, their arms flailed in the air, looking clumsy and heavy as they lunged forward.

The documents they were holding scattered in all directions. Just as Lu Si closed his eyes to face-plant in desperation, his collar was yanked hard—

Lu Si’s throat was choked, his eyes momentarily reddening from the sudden suffocation, but his body was pulled backward, the other person let go of his collar, letting him fall to the ground, and his butt hit the ground with a thud.

"Hiss!"

Pain, pain, pain.

Lu Si winced in pain, clutching his butt and rubbing it vigorously while looking up at his savior, only to be met with a face that was half-celestial, half-demonic, causing his brain to glitch.

The person had their head slightly lowered, their sandalwood hair cascading down to cover a pair of enigmatic, fox-like eyes, their features coldly refined, with an aura of casual elegance.

At this moment, those eyes were looking at him with an indifferent expression, no, rather, they were looking at his scattered design drafts on the floor.

"I-I’m sorry!" Lu Si’s heart trembled, and he quickly scrambled up to pick up the design drafts.

For someone in the mechanics field, their design drafts were considered precious treasures.

Not to mention that before a work is made public, no one should see the drafts, and even if they were eventually showcased, the designs themselves remained important.

After all, being in the same profession, if someone else saw the drafts and replicated the work, wouldn’t that be akin to academic theft?

Even though Lu Si didn’t think the eye-catching young man before him would do such a thing, he couldn’t be too careful.

Fortunately, the other person didn’t mind his actions, just gave a slight nod, and then turned and left.

Lu Si exhaled a breath, just about to leave, when a screech of malfunctioning machinery came from the ward behind him.

Followed by a panic-stricken female voice, "Dad!"

...

Rong Zhi, who had only walked a few steps away, naturally heard it too, but she kept walking towards the ward.

However, just as she reached the staircase, a group of people descended from above, led by an old man with a stern face, the dark long robe making him look rather intimidating.

But behind him was a familiar face.

Rong Zhi stood to the side, slightly lowering her eyes, intending to let them pass first.

Unexpectedly.

The person a bit further back noticed her presence, bounced over, and after taking a few surprised looks, asked in excitement, "Third Young Master, what are you doing here?"

Song Cheng was here to discuss the condition of the old gentleman from the Lu Family with Tang Xuyun. Just as they were in the middle of discussing, the doctors reported that Old Lu suddenly had an attack.

The two hurriedly came down.

Running into Rong Zhi was sheer coincidence; Song Cheng still remembered the highly effective incense pills and herbal decoction she had, as well as her masterful acupuncture skills.

He quickly said, "Third Young Master, will you still be at the sanatorium later? I have some matters I’d like to ask you about, is it okay if I come to find you after I’m done?"

Seeing how urgent he seemed, Rong Zhi didn’t hesitate and replied directly, "I’ll be here until two in the afternoon."

She knew what Song Cheng wanted to ask, but since he had no ill intentions and was simply curious, it would do no harm to tell him.

Receiving a positive response, Song Cheng nodded happily, bid farewell, and followed Tang Xuyun to check on Old Sir Lu.

Inside the ward.

Old Sir Lu was surrounded by tubes, his face sallow, his eyes overshadowed, his breathing growing lighter with each breath, and the data on the heart monitor showing abnormal readings.

He was evidently in a state of grave illness!