Chapter 221: Chapter 221

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As she spoke, Rong Zhi placed the iPad aside and moved over to make space, only to look up into Qi Ruwen’s complex and subtle gaze. She then realized belatedly that the office sofa was big enough for two people to lie down, completely negating the need for her to make space.

She paused for a moment, slightly frowned, and her expression turned neutral.

Bai Su lazily straightened up, sat down firmly in the space the teenager had made for him, curled his lips into a smile, "Couldn’t wait for you at home; thought you might be at work, so I came to pick you up after you’re done."

From his pocket, he took out a hand warmer in the shape of a sky-blue cat, soft and adorable.

Placing it in the teenager’s palm, holding her cold hand, Bai Su’s deep, charming eyes lowered slightly, his voice gentle but tired, "Are you done? Once you’re done, let’s go home."

Rong Zhi paused with her porcelain white fingers, subtly moving the hand warmer, "Where to?"

"Hua Qing," Bai Su smoothly continued, "Tingshan Villa works too, depending on which Little Zhi prefers."

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Rong Zhi lowered her gaze, giving a soft hum.

The two then got up to leave, Qi Ruwen touched his chin, wanting to speak, but when he met the man’s cold, slightly squinted eyes, he chuckled awkwardly, "Take care, take care, it’s dark, Third Young Master, be careful on your way home."

Bai Su withdrew his gaze, looking at the teenager’s delicate profile, softness in his eyes.

Rong Zhi absentmindedly pinched the cat ears on the hand warmer, walking side by side with him on the left.

Bai Su’s expression grew warmer, naturally holding the teen’s hand, placing it in his pocket, his surrounding cold aura turning gentle and mild, "What does Little Zhi feel like eating? After we eat, we’ll go to the hospital to see Auntie..."

Qi Ruwen was dumbfounded.

Was this really the same cold, ruthlessly decisive Young Master Bai he knew??

First People’s Hospital.

Rong Meng sat in a wheelchair, a gentle smile on her lips, looking at He Songzhi with soft eyes, "Is Auntie’s health better?"

He Songzhi raised her head against her hand, facing this gentle-natured girl, pursed her lips, feeling indifferent, "Much better, thanks for your concern."

Feng Mian said this girl was Little Zhi’s twin sister, but she felt something was off, besides their looks, there was an indescribable aura around Rong Meng.

Maybe it was just a mistake.

Rong Meng didn’t mind her coldness, chuckling lightly, "It’s wrong of us not to visit Auntie for so long; we were too occupied with studies recently, but with hospitalization, there’s time now, so I thought I’d come."

She sighed slightly, "I also wonder how Little Zhi is doing now; she accidentally hurt me in an unfortunate incident, and I hold some blame too. I wanted to apologize to Little Zhi, but she doesn’t wish to see me."

"Hurt you?" He Songzhi straightened up in surprise, frowning, "Little Zhi is not someone who easily resorts to violence; you say you’re at fault, what did you do?"

She hadn’t expected He Songzhi to immediately side with Rong Zhi, questioning her.

Rong Meng clenched her fists, then relaxed them, giving a bitter smile, "I asked her to visit grandpa; she thought I was deceiving her, and...and she hit me with a table."

He Songzhi shook her head decisively, saying confidently, "Girl, though my current spirit is low, don’t bother lying to me. I know Little Zhi better than you, having lived with her for over a decade."

Implying that if Rong Meng hadn’t gone too far, Rong Zhi wouldn’t have acted.

Rong Meng’s schemes were laid bare, her smile turned bitter and her tone sarcastic, "Auntie and Feng Mian are really quite different."

The former always sharp, the latter foolish and cowardly.

He Songzhi remained silent, her face cold.

Rong Meng chuckled, her tone getting increasingly mocking, "Rong Zhi is cherished by your family, but does Auntie know how she’s being torn apart now? Look at Weibo, everyone’s calling Rong Zhi ungrateful, heartless, and cold-blooded. The poor girl might even face trash being thrown at her if she dared go outside?"

She spoke slowly, not giving He Songzhi time to react, pouring all the recent news out, then contentedly met He Songzhi’s increasingly dark gaze.

He Songzhi clutched the quilt, trying to stabilize her emotions, but the side effect from the H-01 medication she took made her thoughts scatter due to stress, her speech fragmented.

"Lies...I’m not, you haven’t, nonsense, no, Little Zhi didn’t manipulate anyone..."

Rong Meng watched leisurely, her eyes narrowing.

If you go crazy, then Rong Zhi will surely follow.

Rong Meng spent some time admiring He Songzhi’s crazed demeanor, her own frustration over Rong Zhi’s tarnished reputation, preventing her from participating in the math Olympics, melted significantly.

She wheeled herself out of the ward, eyes filled with mocking.

Rong Zhi made her uncomfortable; well, then none shall be comfortable.

Aunt Xue saw He Songzhi staggering in a daze near the bed upon returning last night from dinner, frightened, she pressed the bell and immediately called Rong Zhi.

Rong Zhi and others soon rushed over.

Standing in the ward, she asked Lin Xingteng, who had left work but returned hastily, "Examination results?"

"Eighty percent nervous breakdown," Lin Xingteng clearly had a significant appointment tonight and hadn’t changed his formal suit, "The nervous system was in normal condition this morning, Miss Rong, I swear on my life, before I left work, the patient was fine."

Aunt Xue nodded, "Indeed, Miss Rong, when I left to cook dinner, Ms. He appeared fine mentally and physically."

Otherwise, she wouldn’t have dared leave He Songzhi’s side.

But He Songzhi’s incident surely places responsibility on her shoulders.

"I’m really sorry, Miss Rong, I..."

Rong Zhi waved a hand to interrupt, eyes glancing to a corner of the ward once Lin Xingteng administered sedatives and IV drips to He Songzhi, then moved to sit by the bedside.

Rong Jiazze tugged Aunt Xue’s clothes, tilted his head up with a sweet smile, "Don’t worry Aunt Xue, brother has matters to attend to; let’s wait outside."

Unable to assist in here, Aunt Xue reluctantly agreed, leading Rong Jiazze out.

Fu Yaoyao dug out a notebook from her backpack, handed it to Rong Zhi, then took out several reagent bottles and porcelain bottles.

"Senior, should we transfer Aunt He to another hospital?" She donned sanitizing gloves preparing the drugs, glancing sideways.

Rong Zhi was reviewing monitoring footage from the ward, responded with an "Hm," "Contact Tang Xuyun."

The invisible cameras were installed after Rong Fengmian’s visit; she reviewed them while conducting experiments, seeing nothing unusual, excluding Rong Fengmian’s appearances.

Todays was an exception.

She fast-forwarded to the time Aunt Xue mentioned, starting playback.

The footage was short, taking merely ten minutes to review.

Rong Zhi set her legs down, leaning forward a bit, watching the video with narrowed eyes, her aura suddenly turning cold and somber.

Fu Yaoyao injected the latest detoxifying liquid into He Songzhi, turning to find the teenager’s face stormy, a calm exterior brewing a tempest.

"Senior?" She discarded the used syringe, "What did you find?"

Rong Zhi abruptly shut the notebook.

Witness what she’d just seen.

In such a short period, the Rong Family had all made their rounds.