The Undercover Heir is Actually Tycoon's Secret Girlfriend-Chapter 147 - 127_3

Blood stained the secretary’s palm, a single chopstick piercing through it, with drops of blood sliding down the chopstick.

Bai Tingxun: "..."

...That’s quite intense.

Rong Zhi braced against the table and stood up, President Wang quickly moved his hips backward to retreat, only to be slammed fiercely in the waist and abdomen by a knee whizzing by.

"Ahhh!!"

The young man bent his knee to hit his abdomen, then instantly straightened his leg to kick him in a certain direction with fierce, ruthless movements, oppressive yet cold.

Meanwhile, Bai Tingxun quickly ran over to lock the door.

Rong Zhi glimpsed at her from the corner of his eye, saying nothing.

Each of them took one.

Don’t be fooled by Bai Tingxun’s seemingly harmless appearance; when it came to fighting, Rong Zhi suddenly realized she had learned Muay Thai.

After that, Rong Zhi didn’t make a move; it was basically Bai Tingxun crushing them single-handedly.

Half an hour later.

The door to the room was burst open from outside.

Rong Zhi turned his head slightly, raising an eyebrow at the newcomer, playfully mischievous.

Sheng Zizhao: "..."

"Why is it you?!" 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

He didn’t expect the person in the room to be Rong Zhi.

The young man’s gaze was wandering, adopting the same lounging posture as when they first met, leisurely and casual, not at all like the dangerous person he heard over the phone.

Rong Zhi lazily muttered "Ah," "We meet again."

Sheng Zizhao touched his face, "Not exactly thrilled to see you."

Rong Zhi’s eyes curved slightly, but she said nothing.

Sheng Zizhao still remembered being reprimanded because of her last time, snorted coldly, turned his face, and asked, "Who called the police?"

Bai Tingxun obediently raised her hand, "It was me."

Sheng Zizhao nodded, and in an official manner, asked Bai Tingxun a few questions, to which she responded earnestly and honestly.

Upon hearing the young man had been harassed, Sheng Zizhao’s eyes couldn’t help but glance in a certain direction, then promptly nodded in affirmation.

With someone like her, let alone women, even men would be tempted.

If he were bent, he’d probably...

Damn, what nonsense!

Sheng Zizhao’s expression turned sour, halting his wandering thoughts, and he nodded sternly at Bai Tingxun, "Understood, but..."

His gaze shifted past Bai Tingxun to the two unconscious men cornered behind her, noticing the blood spattered on the ground, causing his head to buzz noisily.

After struggling to finish telling Rong Zhi and Bai Tingxun to go to the police station to make a report, Sheng Zizhao wearily directed others to carry away President Wang and the secretary.

The closer he got, the clearer the severity of their injuries became.

Miserable.

Sheng Zizhao tensed up.

Truly miserable.

If it weren’t for the signs of life, he’d have thought they were dead.

-

Afternoon.

Rong Zhi took Bai Tingxun and left the police station.

Today, Sheng Zizhao happened to be at the police station on duty, and upon receiving the call, came over, unexpectedly running into Rong Zhi; he neither could nor dared to interrogate her, so after hastily completing the reports, he let them go.

Outside the police station, the cold wind raged.

Bai Tingxun wrapped herself tightly in her coat, the faint pleasant scent of wood and agarwood lingering in her nose.

While at the police station, a young woman saw her shivering, holding a coat but not wearing it, and urged her to put it on; unable to refuse the kind persuasion, she reluctantly donned her boss’s coat, praying internally that her boss wouldn’t scold her.

Originally intending to take it off once outside, the cold wind blew fiercely, not only making her reluctant to remove the coat but almost wishing for another piece.

It was so cold.

She glanced at Rong Zhi beside her.

The young man stood in the wind, his disheveled hair graze his brow, creating an aesthetic of wild beauty.

She wore thinly but stood upright, like pine and bamboo, proud and noble.

Bai Tingxun felt a bit dazed.

When the young man moved or didn’t move, the contrast in her aura was stark.

Savage wildness was her, aloof and indifferent was her too.

Bai Tingxun pressed her lips together.

How can there be such a contradictory person in this world?

Another cold wind arose, jolting Bai Tingxun’s wandering thoughts back.

She shivered, suddenly recalling that she was warm wearing Rong Zhi’s clothes, but what about Rong Zhi?!

Bai Tingxun’s eyes widened as she hurriedly started undoing the buttons, "Deputy Manager, I’ll give your clothes back to you; don’t catch a cold..."

Rong Zhi remained expressionless, "Keep it on."

After speaking, she walked ahead toward the parking lot.

She raked her fingers through her hair, pulling it back, and pursed her lips.

Tsk.

Forgot to buy a hair tie again.

Sitting in the car.

Rong Zhi’s phone rang.

She put on her Bluetooth headset, sounding quite impatient, "Speak if you have something."

Even through the phone, the chilly impatience was palpable.

On the other end, there was a pause, followed by a cautious inquiry, "Third Brother, am I interrupting something? Your voice so hoarse, are you frustrated?"

"Ying Hengyu," Rong Zhi’s voice was calm but fierce, "Are you trying to die young?"

Ying Hengyu bantered recklessly, "Of course not, I haven’t pleased Third Brother yet, couldn’t bear to die so soon."

He quickly changed the subject before Rong Zhi could hang up, "There’s a small racing event at Century Square today, are you coming?"