Chapter 200: Chapter 200
She did not hide anything from Rong Fangjun.
As soon as the words fell, there were sounds of gasping and exclamations.
Rong Qichuo slammed his hands on the table in disbelief, as if he would stand up and interrogate her at any moment, "How is that possible? What is your status, able to be a project leader?"
Rong Xian’an was equally puzzled, "I know you’re upset about Qichuo becoming the head of the Jin Family collaboration, but you can’t lie. National research projects are not the same as the Jin Family’s; it’s something you can easily find out about. Lying to us has no benefit."
Last week, Rong Qichuo successfully signed a contract with the Jin Family. With the personal approval of President Jin, he stabilized his position in the Rong Family, and the vice-president position was within reach.
Rong Meng slightly frowned, disapprovingly glancing at the young one, "Little Zhi, we are all family here. If you don’t understand something in the project, you can ask Dad or your brother. There’s no need to lie to act strong, is there?"
Lying in every sentence, calling out deceit.
This family has never had a shred of trust in her.
Bai Su’s brow slowly furrowed, his thin lips pressed into a straight line, and the water in his eyes gradually deepened. His fingers were about to move when he felt a very light touch on his thigh.
He looked down to see the boy’s long, porcelain-white fingers patting the edge of his thigh. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ novelꞁire.net
Young Master Bai froze all over, his cold demeanor momentarily giving way to surprise, followed by an uncontrollable delight. He wanted to raise his lips in a smile, but as he met the other people’s contemptuous and disdainful gazes, the hint of a smile instantly pressed down, and he became very cold.
Rong Zhi briefly calmed the emotions of the person beside her, and her idle left hand lazily waved at Lu Zhao. Lu Zhao, waiting at the side, hurried forward, chuckling as he asked, "Third Young Master, what’s going on?"
"My backpack is in the living room, could you please get it for me?"
Lu Zhao nodded, "Okay."
Rong Fangjun was puzzled, "Third, what do you need the backpack for?"
Rong Zhi hadn’t answered yet when Lu Zhao brought back her backpack. A very ordinary computer bag, usually seen on the boy wherever she goes, but no one knows what’s inside that makes it so precious to her.
Everyone stared at the boy’s actions with different thoughts, only to see her reach into the commonly used front layer for easy-to-grab items, also the most likely to be stolen, and pull out a thin card.
Black, with a somewhat special texture, like crystal but not quite, looking transparent, with a large bold ’0’ printed in the middle of the card.
The women of the Rong Family didn’t recognize it, but the men definitely knew.
After all, the Rong Family was in the mechanical business, usually knowledgeable about the Mechanical Engineering Institute. They knew that to get into the institute, one must pass through multiple inspections, and the first step was the identity card from the institute.
That card is very special, only available through the Engineering Institute, similar to the one from the Medical Research Institute, except it’s white.
Depending on the rank within the Engineering Institute, everyone’s card has different numbers and letters. The highest is what Rong Qichuo knows as ’1’, which he heard from a course teacher that Academician Zhao, the head of the Mechanical Engineering Institute, holds the No. 1 card.
He stared wide-eyed and intently at Rong Zhi, speaking rapidly, "How did you get this card?!"
Rong Zhi’s expression was quite calm, "A friend gave it to me."
Rong Qichuo raised his voice, "Who?!"
What do I think? How could I possibly know?!
Rong Qichuo felt like he was about to suffocate; he had worked so hard, even risking stealing Lu Si’s design drafts, just to get such an identity card?!
The much-coveted qualification was now in front of him, yet he couldn’t be happy because the card wasn’t his.
Rong Qichuo’s eyes turned red as he stared fiercely at the card, wishing he could bore holes into it with his glare.
He didn’t doubt for a second that the card was fake, because this material for identity cards could not be forged anywhere else but the Mechanical Engineering Institute!
Rong Xian’an was no better off; the words he used to scold Rong Zhi for lying now seemed like a joke.
Yet Ying Man chose this moment to purse her lips and frown coldly, "Why bring out any card at random? Don’t waste our time needlessly..."
As if taking it casually, such an important identity card was thrown by the boy into a place where anyone could steal it.
This time, it was Rong Xian’an’s loud reprimand.
He closed his eyes and turned his head, giving a deep instruction to Rong Meng, "Take your mother downstairs first, we have something to discuss."
Rong Meng had a gut feeling something was wrong, but the current situation was not for her to intervene. She understood the Rong Family’s rules from a young age, knowing girls aren’t allowed to meddle in family affairs, so she could only comply dutifully and help the stunned Ying Man leave.