Chapter 226: Chapter 226

Everyone couldn’t help but look up toward the source of the sound.

Not far away, a man was walking over. As he got closer, they finally saw his strikingly handsome face, with his seductive eyes shimmering darkly. He glanced at the boy who was about to assault Ying Man and hastily spoke up.

The overly intimate address made everyone present freeze, completely disregarding the current situation.

And astonishingly, the boy actually stopped at this address.

She slightly lowered her eyes, her long dense eyelashes quivering gently as if slowly regaining composure. It took a while for her to release her slender fingers gripping Ying Man’s collar, standing still without any further actions.

Without support, Ying Man directly fell backward onto the ground limply, his face, which was originally somewhat good-looking, now covered in blood, his forehead smashed into a deep pit. Seeing him barely breathing, if not rushed to the hospital, he wouldn’t make it.

Yet the group around them were all intimidated by the aura of the boy, not daring to approach.

In the end, it was Bai Su who came over, gently held the boy’s hanging hand, and coaxed softly with a tender and soothing voice, "Be good, baby, it’s alright now, Aunt He has woken up and is waiting for you at the hospital, let’s go back first."

Upon hearing Aunt He’s name.

The boy’s cold and violent eyes moved slowly, turning her face, she responded with an expressionless "Mm."

She was going to leave.

Lu Zhao opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but Mr. Bai, who was usually easy to talk to, suddenly turned his head, his eyes seemingly glazed with a thin layer of ice, stabbing into people’s hearts like sharp knives, cold and ruthless, leaving one’s brain buzzing and muddled.

No one dared to step forward to stop them.

Rong Xian’an had already been kicked by the boy earlier, his bones broken.

The Rong Family now had injured members hospitalized, without anyone to take charge.

Lu Zhao could only watch helplessly as Rong Qichuo was taken away by Song Yue as if carrying an object, with the criminal police team following behind. After a turbulent night, the old Rong Family residence regained its peace by early dawn.

The courtyard echoed emptily with the rustling sound of wind blowing through the treetops.

Lu Zhao, after shaking several times, finally managed to dial 120, asking doctors to take Rong Xian’an to the hospital. He then slowly squatted at the entrance of the hall, completely clueless about how to explain tonight’s events to Rong Fangjun.

Rong Zhi continuously unwrapped three lollipops and shoved them into her mouth, crunching them without hesitation, her brows deeply furrowed, displaying exceptional irritability.

When she unwrapped the fifth one, she pursed her lips, instead of continuing to chew, she slowly rolled it with her tongue, closing her eyes. The refreshing collision of cold air and the mint in her mouth finally returning some clarity to her muddled mind.

Just a little bit more.

With her head lowered, she gently bit the candy in silence.

Suddenly, her eyes caught sight of a blue box.

Narrowing her eyes, Rong Zhi let out a muffled sound from her throat, the end of it drawn with a hint of leisure, "What?"

Bai Su controlled the steering wheel with his left hand, while his right hand not very deftly unfolded a pack of cigarettes, pinching one between his fingers.

His movements were quite slow, and Rong Zhi waited patiently.

The light from the car roof spilled down, illuminating him, his sideways glance cast in shadows, vague yet gentle.

"Just one," Bai Su emphasized, raising an eyebrow, in a very serious tone.

Rong Zhi smirked, leaning back and throwing her head back with a click of her tongue, her fox-like eyes laced with a hint of rebellion, intensely mocking, "In a generous mood?"

Bai Su playfully twirled the cigarette between his fingers, placing it on the boy’s slightly cool lips with a smile, "I didn’t let you smoke before because I was afraid it would damage your throat, but now I realize I’m more afraid of you being upset."

After all, throats can be healed with medicine, but emotions, if not expressed now, will be more painful when recalled later.

Rong Zhi quietly stared at those eyes that reflected only her, slightly pursing her lips, crunching the lollipop in her mouth in two or three bites, then lowered her head to bite the cigarette from his hand with her lips.

Bai Su casually fetched a lighter from the storage compartment.

Rong Zhi shook her head slowly, speaking leisurely, "No need."

Just smelling it is enough.

Bai Su didn’t dwell on it, even thinking this was good, discarded the lighter, and continued looking ahead while saying, "Auntie woke up not long after you left, but couldn’t see you awake, so she went back to sleep."

Fu Yaoyao had examined He Songzhi, besides the damage to the brain nerves, there were also some physical complications, and the abnormal behavior of He Songzhi after waking up all indicated that her time was running out.

Bai Su, knowing the severity of the situation, didn’t call but came directly to find the boy to talk face-to-face.

"Fu Yaoyao caught someone, I found that person familiar, seemed like a doctor who specialized in treating psychological disorders for prisoners at the International Federation."

The International Federation is a joint international organization established by several continents to discuss and decide on world affairs.

Its divisions include the International War Group, International Trade Group, International Criminal Group, and so on.

The doctor Bai Su mentioned mainly worked in the criminal group, dealing with the psychological issues of those inmates, but spent more time conducting interrogations.

Rong Zhi lazily held the cigarette, her bewitching eyes tinged with a bit of roguishness, responded nonchalantly, "You didn’t see wrong, that’s him."

Bai Su pondered for a moment, "From Hua Country, the third-ranked criminal psychology professor in the criminal group?"

Rong Zhi nodded, giving a brief and disjointed explanation of how she knew Yuan Xiyao, yet Bai Su understood.

Regarding Yuan Xiyao having a tracker embedded in him by Fu Yaoyao, he raised an eyebrow, suddenly finding Fu Yaoyao quite agreeable.

If the boy wasn’t alright now, just for Yuan Xiyao daring to use the boy, his reaction would likely be even harsher than Fu Yaoyao’s.

Upon reaching Lan’er Sanatorium, before getting off the car, Rong Zhi stubbed out the unlit cigarette in the car ashtray.

If quitting, quit thoroughly, don’t leave any lingering thoughts.

In the ward, He Songzhi gradually awoke not long after Rong Zhi entered, her damaged nerves affecting her eyes, leaving her vision blurred, unable to discern anything clearly, relying only on familiarity with people to sense who’s where.

She beckoned to Rong Zhi.

Rong Zhi sat by the bedside, gently holding her hand and kneading it slightly.

The others, noticing the mother and daughter wanted to talk, considerately left the ward.

He Songzhi attempted to sit up, but Rong Zhi pressed her back, speaking calmly, "Lie still."

"Baby," He Songzhi tried hard to open her eyes, wanting to see the boy’s face, yet it was all in vain. She mouthed silently, her throat feeling as if a stone were stuck, pinching painfully, "Baby... Mom’s sorry."

Soft-heartedness wanting to please both sides ended up pleasing neither.

In the end, she burdened Rong Zhi.

Perhaps with death approaching, things that were unclear during life become remarkably clear near death.

He Songzhi tightly clasped the boy’s hand back, her voice trembling but still earnest and firm, "Listen to mom."

Upon hearing this, Rong Zhi instinctively wanted to refuse. Follow current novels on novel⚑fire.net

He Songzhi gave her no chance, continuing bluntly, "Mom knows she doesn’t have long to live, after I die, bury me along with your Uncle Yu and the others in the Beijing South Garden Cemetery."

"As for Feng Mian, that child," she paused, her gaze wavering, then resolutely declared, "Send directly to the orphanage."