Chapter 212: Chapter 212

She deftly took down the pendant, tossed it, and threw it towards Rong Meng’s mouth. The force seemed quite heavy, causing Rong Meng’s mouth to bleed directly.

"Ah!!" Rong Meng screamed, covering her mouth.

Rong Zhi thought that since Rong Meng was going to report her, she might as well do something real and let her report.

With one hand in her pocket, she turned around without sparing Rong Meng a glance and left decisively.

The teenager’s brows were mischievous and near demonic, a thin layer of chilly mist filled his eyes, his aura was wild, causing people to automatically make way wherever he passed.

The store clerk wanted to stop him, but when he met the teenager’s chilling fox-like eyes, he shied away and kept quiet. Once the boy’s figure disappeared, the clerk hurriedly approached Rong Meng to inquire about her situation.

An ambulance and a police car arrived soon, and Rong Meng got on the ambulance.

The police officer’s eyes were quite complex when he checked the surveillance and saw the boy in the recording. He turned off the footage and took out his phone to call an old friend.

Having arranged to meet at Blue Paris tomorrow night, Rong Zhi tilted her head back to stretch her neck and walked leisurely towards the bus stop.

She usually doesn’t drive to school but takes the bus.

While walking, she sent Lu Zhao a message and, upon learning that Rong Fangjun just had an ordinary cold, didn’t bother further.

Recently, the Rong Family’s stocks took a significant hit due to her unexpected incident, but regardless of the Rong Family or Rong Fangjun, she has fulfilled all responsibilities and duties. She has no regrets.

The bus heading back to Huqing District would take a while to arrive.

She stood beside, waiting, when suddenly someone called her name.

"Rong Zhi, did you just fight with Senior Sister Meng in the milk tea shop?"

Rong Zhi side-eyed him, continued playing on her phone.

Rong Fengmian reached out to block her screen, frowning and speaking sternly, "Are you not hearing me? Why have you become ? Was beating me up last time not enough? Do you want to hit everyone to be satisfied?"

Last time, manipulated by Rong Meng, he was beaten up; Rong Fengmian lay in bed for almost half a month to recover.

During those half-months, he was in unbearable pain and realized that Rong Zhi was the only one in Beijing who had a grudge against him, and those people were certainly sent by her.

With her phone screen blocked, Rong Zhi frowned, "Are you sick?"

"You’re the one who’s sick!" Rong Fengmian controlled his volume at the busy bus stop, "I don’t care, you must apologize to Senior Sister Meng, and aren’t you skilled in medicine? You can treat her as an apology."

Rong Zhi almost laughed. She previously thought Rong Fengmian was just a bit weak-willed, changeable to save, but now he’s completely beyond remedy.

Under the night curtain, the teenager’s gaze seemed wrapped in frost, cold and wicked.

Rong Fengmian’s neck shrank slightly.

Rong Zhi withdrew her phone, her eyebrows lightly raised.

If it weren’t for He Songzhi caring about this son, she would have definitely let Rong Fengmian experience the feeling of ascending right at the moment he approached.

"Remember to return the medicine you took." As the bus arrived, Rong Zhi said calmly before boarding.

Rong Fengmian instinctively wanted to counter-but facing the teenager’s eyes, he could only frustratedly nod, begrudgingly holding back his anger.

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At night, Rong Zhi stayed in the laboratory conducting experiments, having almost finished examining the prescription given by Tang Xuyun. A new batch of pills was being prepared, lacking a few herbs. She texted Fu Liang to see if there were any in the vegetable garden.

"Heartless Grass?" Fu Liang repeated, "Seems like there is, let me check it tomorrow."

"Planning to develop a new medicine?" Fu Liang asked with a chuckle, his curiosity piqued as his senior disciple hadn’t crafted new medicine for a long time.

"Yes, there’s a prescription I want to try making."

Fu Liang smiled even broader, "Alright, alright, I’ll send the herbs to you, or better yet, Yao Yao said she’s going to Beijing to see you, let her bring them over."

Rong Zhi had no objections.

Fu Liang then asked about her recent situation, whether she was taking her medicine on time, or secretly smoking and drinking.

Rong Zhi paused, rubbed her temples, and without a blush or heartbeat, said, "No."

Fu Liang: "Good, I trust you wouldn’t dare. Okay, rest well if there’s nothing else, goodnight."

Rong Zhi: "Goodnight."

After hanging up, she tossed aside her phone, put on her mask, and continued the experiment. As for sleep? There’s no time.

The CSS project at the Mechanical Engineering Institute was temporarily under Liu Yue Zhang’s supervision, so she didn’t have to be there all the time. She worked until eight in the morning and slept a full sleep just until Fu Yaoyao arrived in Beijing.

Rong Zhi supported her forehead with her wrist, feeling dizzy.

When the door opened, she looked up, and a figure promptly toddled over, a girl nuzzling softly against her chest, her voice sweet and clear, "Senior sister, I’ve missed you~"