Chapter 211: Chapter 211

Rong Meng looked towards Ying Hengyu and the others beside her.

The milk tea shop was quite crowded on the weekend, with their table in a corner far from the next, and Ying Hengyu and Bai Yang sitting at the side and back, a few pairs of eyes tensely watching the commotion here.

Noticing her gaze, Ying Hengyu immediately made a fist at her as a warning.

Rong Meng blinked and turned back to meet the youth’s clear, black-and-white eyes, his elegant and delicate face sporting the usual smile, seemingly mocking yet not, "If Ying Hengyu wasn’t still chasing Qin Manyue, I’d almost think he liked you."

Rong Zhi stirred the milk tea in her cup expressionlessly, took a sip, it was unsweetened and tasted bland.

Without lifting her head, she responded, "You’re quite practiced in making up stories about people."

Rong Meng choked, her face darkening slightly, she gritted her teeth and held back, speaking lightly, "Not as good as your dog-training skills."

As soon as the words were out, a scalding sensation hit her face.

Rong Zhi set down the milk tea cup, slowly took out a tissue and wiped her hands, casually appreciating the girl screaming and covering her face in panic.

She stood up, tossing the tissue she used to wipe her hands onto Rong Meng’s face, looking down, her tone indifferent yet sarcastic, "If you don’t want that mouth anymore, just say so, and I’ll make you shut it forever."

Rong Meng’s cheeks were flushed, her fingers brushing over a burning pain, as if the skin was about to peel off.

She trembled as she held back from touching it, glaring at the youth, her usually moist eyes now filled with intense malice, "I know you can heal, if you’re so capable, poison me mute, then I’ll accuse you of intentional harm."

"Even if Grandpa doesn’t make your identity public to protect you, what do you have besides the title of Third Young Master Rong? By then, you’ll just end up in jail."

The moment the commotion started, Ying Hengyu and the others had surrounded them, while other customers craned their necks to watch the gossip, many of whom were students from Mingwu High School, recognizing Ying Hengyu’s group and whispering.

"What’s happening... Third Young Master Rong, is that the Third Young Master Rong I know?"

"Just listen to the voice, doesn’t the girl’s voice sound like Rong Xiaohua’s?"

"No way, no way? Sibling conflict? Damn, this is big gossip."

Rong Meng heard the voices around her, tremblingly pointed at Rong Zhi, her eyes brimming with tears, her voice soft and full of grief, "Little Zhi... It’s one thing not to be home when such a big issue arises, but Grandpa is sick, and you won’t even come back to see him?"

As she spoke, she covered her face and wept, looking extremely distressed and wronged.

Seeing Rong Meng’s red face and the scene unfolding, everyone instantly conjured up a dramatic scenario in their minds.

Connecting the dots with the Rong Family’s recent frequent issues, and at this juncture with an elder falling ill, Rong Zhi not being around, a sense of disdain and contempt arose within them.

"... Does he hate poverty and love wealth? The Rong Family hasn’t even fallen yet, and he’s so eager to detach himself, truly an ingrate."

Ying Hengyu frowned deeply, what nonsense was this white lotus spouting, he slammed the table and shouted, "Shut the hell up, it’s clearly because Third Brother is too busy with work. Besides, Third Brother hasn’t even said a word, who are you trying to smear with your twisted words?!"

"But Big Brother is busy with work too!" Rong Meng, frightened, flinched, then stubbornly widened her teary eyes, "I didn’t smear anyone, why do you always say this about me, what did I do wrong..."

A low, hoarse voice, carrying a restrained chill.

Rong Meng’s crying paused, while Ying Hengyu withdrew his anger in an instant, shrinking back behind the youth.

The surrounding chatter gradually ceased, everyone turning to look at the boy who spoke.

Rong Zhi lifted her eyelids slightly, displaying a rather roguish smile, raising her eyebrows slightly, then kicked the table irritably, eyes filled with indifference and fierce coldness, "Go ahead and report me."

The milk tea shop fell into an eerie silence, the staff had already secretly called the police.

The table was right in front of Rong Meng’s stomach, causing her stomach to churn with pain from the collision, she couldn’t help but vomit onto her clothes, dirty and unsightly, her formerly school-flower image collapsing.

Quite a few Mingwu High School students couldn’t help but pause in taking photos.

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Rong Meng used all her strength to push the table, gritting her teeth, "Just you wait, if I don’t send you to jail..."

"I’d like to see which prison in Beijing dares to hold me." Rong Zhi retracted her foot, tilted her head slightly, catching a glimpse of a pendant hanging from Ying Hengyu’s bag, made of metal, with sharp edges.