Chapter 227: Chapter 227

Since living hasn’t brought any help to the young man, then don’t trouble her with death either.

He Songzhi understood very well that all the things Rong Zhi had done over the years had long surpassed the kindness of care when she had adopted him, and there was no obligation or need to look after Rong Fengmian anymore.

Seriously speaking, she still owed Rong Zhi a lot.

He Songzhi fell silent for a moment, then slowly opened her lips: "Child... remember, you haven’t wronged us. In that fire years ago, you weren’t at fault. If Rong Wei hadn’t died, it would have been us."

In the fire three years ago, she and Rong Wei had a huge argument over whether Rong Zhi should stay or leave. Rong Wei, who had been drinking, was not in a clear state of mind and accidentally dropped a lighter during the quarrel.

The lighter exploded, igniting the alcohol spilled all over the floor, and the flames quickly engulfed the house.

It was at the last moment that Rong Zhi came back from school and happened to save He Songzhi, but Rong Wei lost his life in the blaze.

Over the years, Rong Fengmian had some resentment about this, but he had no evidence and no reason to blame Rong Zhi, and he was very dependent on Rong Zhi, so he wouldn’t say anything.

But some things fester in your heart for too long, and they drive you mad.

Ever since Rong Fengmian was young, he had a weak personality and was easily swayed by a few sweet words from Rong Meng, falling into the gentle dreamland created by Rong Meng and losing himself.

Later, he believed her slanders and provocations and turned around to deal with Rong Zhi.

The thought of this caused He Songzhi’s heart to ache in waves.

It was all her fault for not being strict enough in disciplining him.

Rong Zhi remained silent, only rubbing the back of He Songzhi’s hand, softer with each stroke, as the sound above her head gradually diminished until it disappeared without a trace.

It was the utmost for He Songzhi to be able to say so much.

Her gaze fell on the woman’s gentle and graceful face, her eyes paused, and she unhurriedly said, "Okay."

Rong Zhi didn’t have time to deal with the online public opinion for now, leaving Bai Su to handle it and just report the results to her.

Meanwhile, she immersed herself in the laboratory of Lan’er Sanatorium, with Fu Yaoyao and Tang Xuyun assisting her, and the suddenly captured Yuan Xiyao eventually used as a guinea pig.

In two days, Fu Yaoyao tested no less than ten antidote solutions on him.

"Still no use." She noted the effects of the antidote solution labeled H-0111 on her IPAD, speaking as she did so.

Rong Zhi undid the button of her white coat with one hand.

Fu Yaoyao handed the IPAD to her.

The IPAD recorded in detail the clinical properties of each antidote solution, including the twenty or more experiments Rong Zhi had conducted earlier, with data so meticulous and dense it would make any expert’s head spin.

Yet she browsed quickly, leafing through all the clinical trial records in less than two minutes, then looked at a machine still running beside her, frowning as she asked, "How long until the pills are ready?"

Fu Yaoyao walked over, pressed a few keys on the control panel, and seeing the time displayed, replied, "The fastest will still take three days."

Tang Xuyun’s prescription had finally been thoroughly understood by Rong Zhi after research over this period, and they were now working to create the finished pills. However, due to the numerous materials needed, the complex process, and the precision required, the production time had been indefinitely extended.

Five days was already the fastest possible speed.

Rong Zhi also understood she couldn’t rush it, so she removed her white coat, returning the IPAD to Fu Yaoyao, her hoarse yet melodious voice carrying a tinge of exhaustion, "Watch it first, I’ll be out for two minutes."

Rong Zhi stepped out following a call from Bai Su to handle some procedures.

The Criminal Police Brigade required her presence to sign a Plaintiff’s document, otherwise, it would complicate matters when the court held sessions later.

She first went to the ward to check on the still sleeping He Songzhi, her gaze obscure.

Yang Feifan was waiting for her in Tang Xuyun’s office, with quite a few people there today. When she arrived, everyone was present, and perhaps because they were unfamiliar with each other, the atmosphere was awkwardly silent.

Fortunately, the silence didn’t last long. The door opened, and a young man walked in leisurely.

Hearing the sound, Bai Su lifted his head, striding faster than everyone else to the young man’s front. Habitually, he first felt the young man’s forehead, ensuring she didn’t have a fever, then checked her complexion.

The little hair tie that Rong Zhi had neatly fastened had somehow come undone, accentuating her already alluring face, making it appear even colder and thinner. Her lips were pale, and the dark blue hoodie she wore hung overly loose on her. Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by ⓝovelFire.net

Her appearance clearly indicated she hadn’t rested well.

Bai Su pressed his lips, a myriad of emotions swirling in the depths of his peach blossom eyes, concealed with some heartache.

Others, having grown accustomed these past few days to witnessing the intimate and self-unaffected presence of the two, waited until Bai Su finished his inspection and held the young man in place before starting to discuss the serious matter.

The case between Rong Zhi and Rong Qichuo was quite serious, but Rong Zhi was fine for now. Perhaps the lawyer on Rong Qichuo’s side would seize this point to overturn the case.

Yang Feifan, after analyzing the pros and cons, carefully opened his mouth, "Does Third Young Master have any favored lawyers? You can hire one now. If you don’t have anyone suitable, I can recommend a few."

Rong Zhi nodded, concise and to the point, "I do."

Yuan Xiyao, who was mingling in Beijing, has the identity of a lawyer. It’s convenient to find him for this, and they are familiar with each other.

Seeing she had a plan, Yang Feifan said no more and handed the documents to the young man.

After signing, he left first to contact the court.

Jiang Gujun, who had been operating at the computer next to them, stood up and went to the printer to organize the freshly printed documents. Immediately, he handed them to Rong Zhi, "Mr. Rong, take a look. If you have any requirements or questions, feel free to ask."

Two days ago, following the exposure of Rong Family’s scandal, the Rong Group’s stock price completely hit the floor, leading the shareholders to sell off their stocks.

Before entering the lab, Rong Zhi thought it over and asked Bai Su to assist in establishing a fund company.

The documents Jiang Gujun handed over now were needed for the founding of the fund company.

With the convenience of Bai Su’s status, despite the short time, the fund company could be established in the fastest possible time with Rong Zhi as its head.

After reviewing the documents, she signed them, and Jiang Gujun took over the documents and left.

With the successful establishment of the fund company, the large-scale acquisition of the scattered stocks of the Rong Group officially began.

Rong Zhi and Bai Su hurriedly finished a meal and then returned to the lab.

Yet no matter how much she hastened, she couldn’t outpace the speed at which He Songzhi was leaving.

Beijing stepped into December.

The first snowfall of winter came late.

Outside, everything was cloaked in silver, an expansive view of white as far as the eye could see.

When Rong Zhi received Bai Su’s call, there was a moment of trance, and she moistened her lips, parched from a long time without water, asking slowly, "What?"

Maybe she heard it wrong.

Bai Su seemed to feel uncomfortable as well, his usual subdued and lazy voice coming through the receiver, now hoarse with exhaustion, with a hint of suppression, "Child, Auntie won’t make it soon, come to the ward."

A reagent bottle shattered.

Rong Zhi ignored the pain from the glass cutting into her glove and flesh, her mind echoing only with Bai Su’s words from moments ago. After a long while, she let out a low "Hmm," fairly calm, "Coming."

The ward was still in the same state as when He Songzhi was first admitted.

Only now, all the devices had stopped working, and the breathing tube on the woman’s face was gone.

He Songzhi’s vision had gone completely dark.

She heard footsteps and turned her head with great difficulty, a painstakingly slow process.