Chapter 164: Chapter 164

Once both sides’ company representatives were present, the Jinghua representative made their entrance.

Rong Zhi leaned her chin on her hand, her eyelashes drooping. Her long legs, encased in slacks, were casually crossed. In the entire venue, she was the only one wearing a black mask, and she sat in the front row. The representative couldn’t help but glance at her a few times.

The representative pressed their lips together, looking somewhat displeased.

No wonder the Rong Family has been declining in recent years; the representatives they send lack professionalism and seem indifferent to the bidding process.

In fact, the representative was overthinking it.

Rong Zhi simply hadn’t fully recovered from her fever and, with the pre-bid remarks from the representative lacking in significance, she merely closed her eyes slightly to rest, waiting for the start of the bid. When the bidding began, she opened her eyes and attentively listened.

Announcing the bids, evaluating them, the entire process took over three hours.

The bid results would be announced in three working days. As the bidding meeting concluded, Rong Zhi massaged her sore temples, stood up to leave, and Shen Junze hurriedly followed her, "Third Young Master, wait up, I’ll go with you."

Ying Fan, about to leave, paused in his steps and turned his head to look at the masked youth showing only the upper half of his face, speaking slowly, "You are Rong Zhi?"

Rong Zhi raised her eyes and replied with a neutral "hmm."

Ying Fan slightly pressed his lips together, squinting as he looked her up and down, "I can’t believe the Rong Family sent you."

His tone was familiar yet had a hint of disdain.

Shen Junze’s expression stiffened immediately, a complex emotion flashing in his heart.

How could he forget why Rong Zhi had been estranged for eighteen years?

That year, Shen Junze was only eight years old and didn’t quite understand what his parents were involved in, but Ying Fan definitely knew. He was even the one who suggested the attack on the Rong Family.

The fact that Rong Zhiluo ended up in her current situation, Ying Fan was at least half to blame.

Fortunately, Ying Fan didn’t say much more. He just gave Rong Zhi a deep look, then turned and left.

Shen Junze let out an imperceptible sigh of relief.

If Rong Zhi had gotten into an altercation with Ying Fan here, the Ying Family and Rong Zhi would probably be trending on social media within two hours.

Although he didn’t think Rong Zhi was the hot-tempered sort, it was a close call, and since Ying Fan left first, it was fine.

Shen Junze chuckled, "Let’s go too."

Rong Zhi showed no expression, nodded, and the two walked out side by side.

The other company representatives still in the venue immediately began whispering in small groups.

"I just heard President Shen say that the one wearing the mask is the Third Young Master of the Rong Family, is it really him?"

"It’s him. I saw him at the last introduction banquet. That aura, I couldn’t mistake it."

"But why is he so close to President Shen? Aren’t the Shen Family and the Rong Family sworn enemies?"

Everyone was baffled.

Someone clapped their hands and clicked their tongue, "Who knows what’s going on; even these big families in Beijing can’t keep it straight among themselves. But looking at this situation, that Third Young Master Rong sure knows how to win people over—President Shen has already fallen under his spell. If he gets to know people from the Ying Family, will there be anywhere in Beijing he can’t go?"

No wonder people say Third Young Master Rong is skilled. How long has she been in Beijing? Except for the Bai Family, who are far away in Hua Country, who among the influential families doesn’t have dealings with her?

After ten at night, the Beijing sky was a murky shade with no stars visible.

As they left the hotel, Shen Junze and Rong Zhi were saying their goodbyes in the car: "You look a bit off, get some rest when you get back."

Just a moment ago, while chatting, Shen Junze had explained Ying Fan’s identity to Rong Zhi, who merely nodded slowly without a word.

Seeing Rong Zhi’s pale face, he felt though she wasn’t saying anything, she must be quite upset inside, so he offered a few more words of advice. The youth was about the same age as Shen Luoluo and, putting their awkward identities aside, Shen Junze found Rong Zhi quite agreeable, feeling a bit inclined to offer guidance.

He waved at her, then directed the driver to start the car.

Rong Zhi rolled up the window.

In the back seat, Rong Jin and Bai Tingxun were still discussing matters concerning the Jinghua Group’s bidding.

The two were actually quite uncertain in their hearts. Rong Jin sighed from time to time. After dropping Bai Tingxun at home, Rong Zhi opened the navigation, "Where does Third Uncle live?"

Rong Jin quickly shook his head, "No need, no need, you can drop me here, I’ll catch a cab home."

With that, he opened the car door to get out, but as soon as the door was ajar, a bone-chilling wind rushed in, forcing his half-extended foot back in. He turned his head, meeting Rong Zhi’s slightly arched brow and eyes, and gave a sheepish smile.

"Well... I’ll trouble you, Third Nephew."

Rong Jin awkwardly rubbed his nose, quickly closing the car door.

Rong Zhi glanced back, "No trouble."

She entered Rong Jin’s home address into the navigation, placed it on the stand, and started the car.

With fewer people around at night, she drove a bit recklessly, right on the edge of getting a ticket. By the time they arrived, Rong Jin’s hand gripping the handle seemed to be trembling.