Chapter 194: Chapter 194

He also didn’t like the way the Night Wanderer Mercenary Group operated, excessively promoting bloody and brutal killings, always leaving behind their Wolf Head Medals wherever they went, pretty disgusting.

By comparison, he preferred the Qianji Pavilion, which despite being addicted to killing, left some leeway.

He threw the Wolf Head Medal to Jiang Gujun for him to handle, and Rong Zhi made a call to Old Sir Lu, crisply recounting the events of tonight, naturally omitting the cause.

Old Sir Lu immediately responded, sending people to handle it, and asked if she needed some people to protect her.

After all, Rong Zhi had been noticed by the Medical Research Institute; as long as she didn’t stray off course in the future, she would undoubtedly become a significant figure in the field of medicine, which Old Sir Lu valued highly.

Rong Zhi politely declined in a calm voice, saying she could take care of herself, and if others came, she might have to protect them instead.

After hanging up the phone, it wasn’t long before a string of unfamiliar numbers called her; she answered, and the moment the other party heard her voice, they fell silent, then a voice with a hint of exasperation said, "... Why is it you again?"

Rong Zhi raised an eyebrow.

An old acquaintance, huh.

"Captain Sheng, quite the coincidence."

Sheng Zizhao felt rather frustrated: "Not a coincidence."

The car accident this time was handed over to Sheng Zizhao to handle; blowing through the cold wind in the suburbs, Captain Sheng was extremely irritated, grabbing his hair and cursing the boy several times in his heart.

Through the phone, he wanted to curse ’what kind of damn fate is this’, but his mind suddenly flashed to the boy’s unruly face, and his already open mouth snapped shut.

Damn, couldn’t get the curse out.

After arranging the follow-up, Rong Zhi borrowed a car from Bai Su to take Rong Jiazze back to Huqing District. Bai Su originally wanted her to just stay at Tingshan Villa, but Rong Zhi refused with the excuse that she needed to go to work tomorrow.

The next morning, Jiang Gujun came to pick up Rong Jiazze for school. Rong Zhi looked back and saw a familiar Audi parked across the street.

Jiang Gujun let the little one get in the car first, then smiled at Rong Zhi, "Mr. Rong, Mr. Su said to use that car for now. The new car will be delivered in the afternoon. Here’s the key."

The Audi’s license plate had already been switched to the one she was familiar with.

It was driven over using the automatic driving feature; Rong Zhi nodded slightly and took the key, "Where is he?"

Without names, Jiang Gujun instantly guessed who she was asking about.

"Sleeping," he frowned, his expression slightly hesitant, "Maybe the energy consumption was too great last night, exhausted, but don’t worry, Mr. Rong, Mr. Su will be fine after a nap."

Everything has its pros and cons, not to mention such existence that defies logic; to gain something, you must pay the necessary price, or the world order would be disrupted.

Rong Zhi, hearing this, responded with a humm, thought for a moment, and took out a porcelain bottle from her upper pocket, "It’s to restore energy and spirit, light it up in his room later."

The porcelain bottle was plain, except the neck was adorned with a circle of gold trim, engraved with a quaint pattern, looking quite nice with its golden luster.

Jiang Gujun had a nagging feeling he’d seen the bottle somewhere before, but couldn’t recall at the moment.

With work time approaching, worried about delaying Rong Zhi, he expressed thanks and took the bottle.

Before the car left, Rong Jiazze leaned against the car window and waved at her, "See you tonight, sis."

His eyes were clean and bright; despite his voice not being very pleasant, his face was fair and cute, making him very likable. Many familiar people at the neighborhood entrance greeted both him and Rong Zhi.

"Mr. Rong is heading to work, huh?" Nearby, an aunt living opposite them walked over, holding her child, and stood beside Rong Zhi, picking up her own child.

The child, six months old and still unable to speak, babbled and reached out to her for a hug.

The aunt’s eyes curled into thin slits as she smiled: "Oh, Little You likes Mr. Rong so much."

Little You didn’t understand and continued to babble.

Rong Zhi glanced sideways, faintly curling her lips.

Little You instantly grinned widely.

"Speaking of which, there’s something I forgot to mention to Mr. Rong," the aunt said with a slightly curious expression, quite puzzled, "The other day when I went out to buy groceries, I saw Feng Mian bringing a girl home, just... about your age."

Rong Fengmian brought Rong Meng over?

The aunt continued, "When I came back from buying groceries, they were just coming out. I saw Feng Mian carrying a big bag, and maybe the bag broke and something fell out. Little You was playing on the ground then and picked this up."

As she said this, she took out a transparent square tube from her pocket.

"I wanted to return it to Feng Mian, but the child walked fast, and I couldn’t catch up with them while carrying the child. Later, I planned to return it to you, but you were busy at the company, so I couldn’t see you. Today is just right."

She handed the square tube to Rong Zhi, smiled, "Got it back, so I’ll be off now. Little You, say goodbye to Mr. Rong."

Little You clapped hands, "Yay yay yay."