Chapter 224: Chapter 224

There are too many negative stories about Rong Meng and Rong Qichuo circulating online.

The buzz continues to remain high.

Especially after knowing what Rong Meng did behind the scenes, netizens’ impressions of Rong Zhi gradually changed, shifting from perceiving her as an aggressor to a victim. Public opinion is overwhelmingly one-sided, and the Rong Group’s official blog is flooded with demands for explanations.

Rong Meng bit her lip, refusing to let go even as blood was drawn. She had to endure the pain to stay awake, to remember the shame Rong Zhi brought her.

After finishing his call, Rong Xian’an was informed by the head of PR that the order came from above forbidding them from interfering with this trending topic, leaving them with no choice but to adopt a more subtle approach.

Like coaxing Rong Zhi back, after all, she has Rong Family blood in her veins, and no matter the disputes, they’re ultimately a family.

The PR head spoke cautiously, aware of the treatment Rong Zhi received at the company. They could try to coax her, but she might not be willing to return.

Rong Xian’an rubbed his brow wearily, instructing the PR head to issue a statement first, and wait for further instructions from him.

But before the buzz could die down, Lu Zhao from the old residence called him, saying that people from the criminal police squad had arrived to take away Rong Qichuo, who was confined to the old residence for reflection.

Rong Xian’an instantly tightened all over and asked in a deep voice, "What’s going on?"

"The person who came is Captain Yang of the criminal police squad," a voice came from the other side of the phone, with chaotic sounds in the background. Lu Zhao’s voice came intermittently, and after saying this, he moved away from the phone to talk to someone else, then returned and continued, "They say the eldest son hired a hitman to kill, committed intentional harm, and now needs to be taken for interrogation."

Hired a hitman to kill! Intentional harm!

Rong Qichuo hired someone to kill Rong Zhi, didn’t he!

But Rong Xian’an was thinking about something else, asking Lu Zhao, "Why are the criminal police involved?"

Such cases are usually handled by the local police station, how did it come to involve the criminal police?

Lu Zhao evidently anticipated this question, having inquired beforehand, "I asked Chief Yang, he said it was an order from above, he’s only executing it, other details Chief Yang was unwilling to disclose."

As soon as the words were spoken, Rong Xian’an heard his son’s angry roar from the other end, questioning why they were arresting him. The veins on Rong Xian’an’s forehead pulsed, he pressed his temples hard and said sternly, "Hold off Chief Yang and his people, I’ll be there now."

Lu Zhao: "Alright, sir, please hurry."

Rong Zhi moved her somewhat sore neck, just about to suggest the people who stayed with her most of the night in the ward to go rest, when her phone started ringing suddenly.

She glanced down to see Song Yue calling.

She patted Bai Su’s hand to signal him to loosen his grip, then lightly lifted her chin, indicating to him to handle the situation around.

Bai Su placed a heat pack in her hand, then retrieved the cotton coat hanging on the chair, draped it over her, fastening the zipper and tidying up the fluffy collar before letting her get up, ensuring she wouldn’t catch a cold.

Rong Zhi walked to the balcony, holding her phone in one hand and the heat pack in the other.

A man lowered his head to straighten his sleeves, his elegantly handsome face wore an increasingly subdued smile as the young man turned away, the sparkling peach blossom eyes were covered in a thin layer of ice, devoid of expression.

He glanced sideways, casually gazing at the few people inside the ward.

Qi Ruiqin felt a chill run through him at his particularly indifferent gaze, coughed slightly while clutching his chest, "I just had surgery recently, staying up late , suddenly my chest hurts, I’ll leave, goodnight everyone."

Bai Su nodded slowly, the corner of his lips curved into a faint smile, "Alright, goodnight."

Qi Ruiqin staggered slightly, hurriedly waving and retreating, "Goodnight, goodnight."

What luck to receive a goodnight from Mr. Su himself, Cheng Yunjing would be envious if he heard.

After Qi Ruiqin left, the man narrowed his eyes slightly, leaned back lazily, arms crossed as he glanced at Sheng Zizhao still standing there, the attractive eyebrows slightly raised, showing a bit of casual indifference.

Sheng Zizhao was silent for a moment, his peripheral vision catching that almost blending into the night black figure on the balcony, his lips pressed slightly.

He recalled, that coat was worn by the man in front of him moments earlier.

And it’s now draped over the young man.

Their relationship is self-evident.

Sheng Zizhao couldn’t quite describe his feelings, a bit sour, a bit sad, and a bit unwilling, extremely complex.

He didn’t even comprehend what liking meant, only knowing that at the time in the interrogation room, the young man’s bowed seductive eyebrows were exceptionally beautiful, causing uncontrollable heartache.

Noticing the young man involved in the incident in the hotel suite later made him panic momentarily, more so than the helplessness of the young man causing trouble again.

Sheng Zizhao stared at the clear and extraordinary-looking man before him for a long time, his side-held hand seemed to want to reach for something, eventually silently pursing his lips, turning and leaving the ward.

After he left, Jiang Gujun crossed his legs and touched his chin, with thoughtful intent he said, "Mr. Su, I think that one just now seems to have some impure motive."

Bai Su leisurely crossed his superior long legs, slowly, "Oh."

Jiang Gujun rubbed his nose, "Mr. Su, don’t you feel a bit threatened? There are quite a few talented people around Mr. Rong."

Even though not many could actually compare to him, but the young man does have the advantage of age.

Bai Su is already twenty-four this year, precisely six years older than Rong Zhi, they say three years create a generation gap, they have two, aren’t you worried about future disagreements?

Bai Su’s captivating peach blossom eyes glanced at him indifferently, raising an eyebrow with composure, "If you’re so idle, should I send you back to Shengge Island to find something to do?"

Being criticized for sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong.

Jiang Gujun immediately lowered his legs and stepped back from Bai Su’s side, chuckling sheepishly, "No, I was only rambling, Mr. Su, please don’t mind."

Bai Su snorted lightly, expressionless.

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"Song Yue took people to arrest Rong Qichuo, asked me to come over, can you manage things here?" Rong Zhi returned after finishing the call, bending over to pick up the backpack on the couch, raising a hand to remove the coat while speaking.

Bai Su had some impression of Song Yue, upon hearing this nodded, noticed the youth’s movements then rose up to press down on her hand, pulling back the partially undone zipper, the deep mellow voice carrying warmth, "It’s cold outside, wear the coat."

Rong Zhi paused slightly, not refusing, "If anything happens, message me."

Bai Su’s thin lips curved slightly, nodded with a soft chuckle.

Rong Zhi donned her mask and exited the ward.

Nearing December, Beijing’s temperature in the small hours became increasingly cold, approaching zero degrees. The weather forecast mentioned it might snow in a couple of days.

Rong Zhi wore Bai Su’s coat over a shirt and white coat, was alright on the car ride, but felt the chill upon disembarking.

Fortunately, she didn’t mind, locking the car and headed towards the widely opened door of the Rong Family’s old residence.

Rong Fangjun was still in the hospital, the old residence housed only Rong Qichuo, who was punished to kneel in the ancestral hall, and Lu Zhao returned tonight to fetch something. Before he could head to the hospital the next day, the criminal police squad knocked on the door at midnight, announcing the need to arrest a criminal suspect.

He hadn’t figured out who the criminal suspect Chief Yang spoke of, but the man beside Yang Feifan, full of a bloody sinister aura, directly inquired about Rong Qichuo’s whereabouts.

What happened next was beyond a butler’s capacity to control.