The Undercover Heir is Actually Tycoon's Secret Girlfriend-Chapter 140 - 125_2

The young man grabbed his collar and forced him to stand up from the ground.

"If you want to die, I won’t stop you," the young man’s voice was soft, drifting like clouds into his ears, "but if you involve mom, I’ll kill you first."

After speaking, Rong Zhi let go of him, turned around, and left the corridor.

Rong Fengmian’s eyes filled with terrifying blood-red veins, and his gaze towards Rong Zhi was as if he were looking at a fearsome devil.

His scalp burned, his stomach churned in pain, and as he retched and gasped, he suddenly clutched his collar and vomited blood with a ’wah’.

Rong Zhi, who had just walked a few steps away, naturally heard it.

She didn’t want to care.

If Rong Fengmian wasn’t taught a lesson, he would continue to be used as a weapon and then target He Songzhi next time.

She had a pretty bad temper, and if Rong Meng really dared to use He Songzhi against her, she wouldn’t mind sending Rong Meng on her way directly.

Returning to the hospital room.

Rong Zhi had already tidied herself up neatly outside the door, her expression unchanged. Seeing He Songzhi sitting on the bed in a daze, she half-lowered her eyes and spoke gently, "Mom, what are you thinking about?"

He Songzhi turned around, paused slightly, then got off the bed and walked over to grasp her hand, "Zaizai, are you okay..."

Pausing for a moment, her voice lowered, "...Fengmian... Fengmian he... forget it."

As his biological mother, she didn’t even know what to say about her son.

Moreover, Rong Fengmian really was too much.

How hurtful those words were to Rong Zhi, how could he say them.

He Songzhi pursed her lips, feeling a bit disappointed in Rong Fengmian, but he was her child after all, she couldn’t just let it go.

"Zaizai..." He Songzhi’s voice choked, "After teaching him a lesson... just let it go, we are all one family, Fengmian can’t really be estranged from you, you..."

"I know." Rong Zhi comfortingly patted her hand and guided her back to sit on the bed.

He Songzhi nodded repeatedly, "It’s good that you know, it’s good that you know, Zaizai is indeed mom’s good girl, always understanding mom the most."

Rong Zhi gave a low hum.

She stayed at the hospital all afternoon, Rong Fengmian did not come back, and in the evening, Jiang Gujun brought Rong Jiazze to the hospital.

The hospital room became a lot livelier, He Songzhi quite liked children, and Rong Jiazze, being well-behaved and pleasant, naturally got along well with her.

Jiang Gujun leaned over to her side, smiled, and spoke, "Mr. Rong, you head back first, we’re here, and Mr. Su is still waiting for you downstairs."

Rong Zhi raised an eyebrow nonchalantly and thanked him.

The hospital hadn’t turned on the heating yet, all the windows were closed on the sixteenth floor at night, and Rong Zhi felt the stark temperature difference when she went downstairs, the cold wind blew against her, lifting her too-long bangs from her forehead, causing her to squint.

The night was starless, an endless black horizon.

A man stood not far from the entrance, the black wool coat he wore was lifted by the wind, the hospital light cast a vague illumination on one side of him, half clear and half obscure, adding an inexplicable chill.

His sharp and affectionate eyebrows were lowered, side profile sharply defined and exquisitely handsome.

He wanted to take out his phone to call the young person, but as he turned his gaze, he saw someone walking out of the hospital, she seemed impatiently flicking the hair flying in front of her forehead, her sleeves loosely fell halfway, her skin was an extremely cold white, and the curve of her wrist bone was beautiful.

Bai Su glanced over her wrist and the hands tucked in her hair looked perfect like a piece of art, and finally, he silently hooked his lips, took off a hair tie from his left wrist.

The young one stopped in front of him, voice indifferent, "Let’s go."

Bai Su tugged at her coat’s corner, "Wait a moment."

Rong Zhi inquired in confusion, "What’s wrong?"

Bai Su’s distinct fingers passed through her hair ends, gathering them in his palm, Rong Zhi blinked, understanding at once, and for once didn’t speak, letting him tie her hair.

The warm fingertips threaded through her hair, bringing a tingling sensation of numbness.

Rong Zhi slightly pressed her lips together.

"Done." Bai Su let out a light laugh, his peach blossom eyes stirring, he extended a finger in satisfaction to point at the young one’s small ponytail.

He seized the opportunity to grab her cold hand, frowning as he spoke, "So cold?"

And decisively tucked her hand into his pocket.

Rong Zhi’s fingers slightly curled, lifting her gaze coldly to look at Bai Su, she spoke in a flat voice, "It’s okay."

"My Third Young Master," Bai Su unconsciously furrowed his brows, speaking sternly, "you don’t cherish your own body, you will be punished for this."

Rong Zhi: "...Oh."

Bai Su, displeased, separated her five fingers in his pocket, forcibly intertwining them, their fingers instantly interlocked, he tapped his fingertip on the young one’s palm.

"I’ll punish you with tickling."

His tone was lazily light, as if he were playing with a child.

Rong Zhi’s voice was chilly, "Boring."

Bai Su tickled once more, turning his deep, shimmering pupils to her side, earnestly countered, "It’s not boring, it’s punishment. Next time, little student, if you don’t dress properly, the teacher will tickle your waist."