Chapter 217: Chapter 217

After leaving the bar, the cold wind swept over her body instantly. Rong Zhi squinted against the wind, carefully identifying Ying Yunlin’s position. She saw him standing across the street, pointing at her, then at her car.

Rong Zhi turned and walked towards her own car. It wasn’t long before the passenger door opened, and Ying Yunlin, carrying the chill, got in.

The two had known each other for nearly three years. Ying Yunlin’s intentions were clear to her with just a glance. As she turned the key, she casually asked.

Ying Yunlin fastened his seatbelt, leaning back with a light chuckle, "Anywhere. Let me experience Little Ying God’s driving skills again."

Rong Zhi replied with a hum, pressed on the accelerator, and with four drones illuminating the way, she drove Ying Yunlin wildly along the sparsely populated streets of Beijing.

"I saw the trending topic on Weibo," Ying Yunlin said nonchalantly, with the window open and the cold wind blowing, "Someone helped you to suppress the heat, and now there are blocked words online. Mentioning your name will get accounts banned."

He turned his head back to look at the young man, "You wouldn’t be so bored to manage these trivial matters. It was him, wasn’t it?"

There was no need to specify who ’he’ referred to.

Rong Zhi slowly turned the steering wheel, took off the Buddha Hand Bracelet from her left hand, and drawled, "I don’t know."

Ying Yunlin’s pupils contracted slightly as he watched her actions.

The SUV’s speed suddenly increased, causing Ying Yunlin to uncontrollably lean back. He focused on the slow curve forming at the young man’s lips, his heart alarmed.

Oh no, the big demon has been unsealed.

A man with clear composure and elegance twirled a phone between his fingers, the screen flashing. Someone had sent him many messages.

Jiang Gujun was browsing the information extracted from the back end. He pursed his lips and clicked his tongue lightly, feeling a chill, "How did Mr. Rong get through those years?"

The incidents, enough to crush someone’s pride, would have made him wish to end it all on the spot rather than live under endless scolding.

How old was Rong Zhi then? Five years old maybe?

The more Jiang Gujun thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt.

He finally understood why Rong Zhi hated human traffickers so much.

Because he knew their cruelty, he couldn’t tolerate it.

After a long while, he closed the screen with a complex mindset and turned to ask the man who had only given a few orders since the incident broke and hadn’t spoken since.

"Mr. Su, what do you suggest, press Rong Family down or crush them completely?"

Jiang Gujun was already mapping out a plan in his mind to topple the Rong Family.

With Bai Su taking action and Huajing Group on their side, there was no fear of the Rong Family not falling.

Bai Su withdrew his phone and sent a message to Qi Ruwen, calm and expressionless. He exited the chat and entered a pawprint icon, his fingers hovering for a long time. Finally, he opened the input box and slowly said, "All in."

Jiang Gujun: "Got it, guaranteed to complete the task, make the Rong Family disappear from Beijing, or rather, Hua Country."

Bai Su nodded carelessly.

The SUV sped onto the highway, and it was a long time before it stopped, only after Ying Yunlin’s hair whipped painfully against his face.

He got out with his messy golden hair, leaning on the car door for a while. He retrieved a cigarette from his pocket and offered one to the young man beside him, "Want one?"

Rong Zhi fastened the Buddha Hand Bracelet on her left wrist, glanced up, and said indifferently, "Throat’s bad, can’t smoke."

When she was five, she was kidnapped. The trafficker found her disobedient and broke her leg to prevent her escape, and poisoned her voice to stop her from yelling. Her leg healed but her throat couldn’t be saved.

Things like smoking and drinking are absolutely off limits.

With one hand in her pocket, she said calmly, "Had enough wind? If so, let’s head back."

Ying Yunlin responded with an "ah," tossed the cigarette, and muttered puzzledly, "But I clearly saw you smoking... just three years ago."

After an underground car race ended, he saw the fifteen-year-old girl leaning against the car, chain-smoking. When he approached, he nearly passed out from the smoke.

Rong Zhi paused mid-step, "Can’t do it now."

Someone was watching. If she dared to take out a cigarette, it would be replaced by a lollipop the next second.

Besides, she indeed should listen to Fu Liang, quitting both smoking and drinking.

Ying Yunlin clicked his tongue, "Alright."

Before leaving, he turned to look at the boundless night outside the car window, speaking with both gratitude and profound meaning: "For him to make you break your own rules, he’s quite something. But Little Nine, don’t forget, you still have us behind you."

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Ying Yunlin suddenly felt that having Bai Su provoke Rong Zhi’s temper was actually a good thing.

Rong Zhi was so cautious, hiding all her emotions beneath a layer of indifference, wrapping herself up with the façade others wanted to see.

After Ying Yunlin finished speaking, the air became silent.

He didn’t expect the young man to respond, sighed, and fell silent.

Rong Zhi pursed her lips without a word, sent a message to Ying Hengyu, drove Ying Yunlin back to the hotel, and then returned to Huqing District.

She opened the door, and before stepping inside, a scent of sandalwood mixed with mint enveloped her.

She paused, took her shoes off leisurely, then raised her eyes to see the man’s slightly sullen face, calmly saying, "Why don’t you turn on the light?"

Bai Su furrowed his brows slightly, reached for the young man’s waist, and with a gentle voice, said, "Wrap your legs."

Rong Zhi, expressionless, swayed her legs. Only when he pinched the soft flesh on her body dissatisfiedly did she reluctantly hook her legs around his waist.

Arguing about letting go was pointless.

Once this man latched onto her, he wouldn’t let go until he achieved his purpose.

Being toted like a child back to the room, Rong Zhi had gone from feeling hopeless to being used to it.

The bed had prepped clothes for changing, the bathroom had a bathtub with water at the perfect temperature. She glanced at the steaming water surface and then turned away.

Bai Su pinched her cheek with his distinct knuckles, his eyelashes lowered, smiling faintly, "You spent half the night with those smelly boys; it’s my turn for the other half of the night, right?"

Rong Zhi slightly squinted her fox-like eyes, "Oh."

She directly closed the bathroom door.

Bai Su, having slammed the door, wasn’t annoyed. His eyes smiled, laughing lowly.

After going to the bar tonight, Rong Zhi was all drenched in alcohol; she took her time in the shower. When she came out, the living room lights were already on. A lazy, dignified man sat on the sofa with legs crossed, playing with a black gun in his hand.

Noticing her presence, he looked up. His alluring peach blossom eyes seemed to hide emotions she couldn’t comprehend.

Bai Su naturally placed the gun on the table and picked up the hairdryer next to it.

Rong Zhi sat in front of him, her back facing him.

The tingling sensation came from her head, muffled alongside the whirring of the hairdryer, as the man’s deep and melodious voice seemed unintentionally inquisitive: "Little chick... do you play the jungle role in games?"

Rong Zhi turned her head slightly, "Hmm?"

Bai Su lowered his gaze, eyes like scattered starlight, staring at her, "Little chick is so impressive, you must often carry people in games. How do they address you then? I think the name ’President Fei’ sounds nice."

The hairdryer continued to buzz, and Rong Zhi raised an eyebrow.