Chapter 229: Chapter 229
"I made some porridge, would you like to have some first?" As he lifted the lid, steam rose instantly, and Bai Su took a spoon out of the bag, tested the temperature, and then handed it to Rong Zhi.
She had been spending several consecutive days in the lab, and every time Bai Su went in to check on her, she was busy, and the lunch delivered to her hours ago remained untouched.
The aroma of sticky rice porridge lingered in the air. Rong Zhi’s long, thick eyelashes trembled slightly. She didn’t have much of an appetite, but she had to personally handle the carry-out and burial affairs next. Going hungry could easily lead to mistakes, so she didn’t refuse.
She drank the porridge slowly in small sips. It was supposed to be delicious, yet she couldn’t taste anything, like chewing wax.
Bai Su’s long, beautiful fingers rested lightly beside her neck, gently massaging her neck to relax.
He had been training his left hand’s usability these days, and due to his quick learning and ability to adapt, his left hand had become almost as flexible as his right hand in a short time.
Halfway through the porridge, there was suddenly a commotion at the door.
Bai Su paused, poked the overly pale cheek of the young boy, his peach blossom eyes shimmering with gentle spring water, and softly said, "Don’t worry, I’ll go take a look."
Rong Zhi nodded and replied softly, "Mhm."
Bai Su tidied up the table and, after making sure that she’d be okay by herself, got up and left.
Once he was gone, Rong Zhi put down the porridge, her brows knitted slightly, feeling uncomfortable.
Her stomach felt bad.
The noise outside gradually faded away, and just when she thought the matter outside had been resolved and Bai Su was about to return, the door was pushed open again. The person who entered was none other than Rong Fengmian, whom she hadn’t seen for a long time.
Rong Zhi slowly lifted her gaze, meeting his bloodshot eyes expressionlessly.
"Why didn’t you tell me mom died?" Rong Fengmian’s eyes were bloodshot, his cheeks still streaked with tears not yet dried, a clear sign that he’d just had a good cry. As soon as he entered, he turned and shut the door.
Rong Zhi withdrew her gaze and said softly, "She didn’t want to see you."
Before He Songzhi left, she mentioned sending Rong Fengmian to the orphanage, indicating she didn’t want to see her troublesome son again.
Moreover, she knew that if Rong Fengmian and Rong Zhi met, given his character, there would definitely be trouble, something she didn’t want to see happen.
Unfortunately, Rong Fengmian didn’t understand at all. Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs novel•fire.net
He stubbornly believed that Rong Zhi couldn’t stand him, was still blaming him, and thus refused to tell him about He Songzhi’s death out of spite.
"That’s my mom! How could she not want to see me?!" Seeing Rong Zhi still cold and indifferent, Rong Fengmian couldn’t contain his anger, kicking the coffee table in front of her. "What gives you the right to keep her from seeing me?!"
Thinking about not being able to see He Songzhi one last time before she died, Rong Fengmian felt such heartache he couldn’t breathe.
The coffee table was solid wood, and he couldn’t kick it over. Frustrated and angry, his glance caught the bowl of porridge on the table, and without thinking, he picked it up and hurled it at Rong Zhi!
Rong Zhi stood aside to dodge, and the thermal box hit the couch behind with a dull thud and then bounced to the ground, spilling warm porridge everywhere, some splashing onto her shoes.
"Why dodge! You’re lucky it didn’t kill you!" Rong Fengmian, upon missing, began throwing everything on the table at the young boy, tears streaming down his face. "Do you really think I’m an idiot? I just heard, you’re going to bury Mom in Nanyuan Cemetery."
"Why? Mom should be buried with Dad. If not for your nonsense, Mom wouldn’t have had such thoughts!" He raised his voice suddenly, each word an accusation, "If it weren’t for Mom and Dad, you’d have died eighteen years ago!"
"You’re ungrateful, treating your benefactors . Aren’t you afraid of karma?!"
For the past three years, he constantly reminded himself that Rong Zhi was his sister and he couldn’t ask her why she only saved Mom and not Dad. He didn’t dare; he feared she’d abandon him.
But now, he had nothing to lose.
He’d offended Rong Zhi so much before, and now with He Songzhi gone, Rong Zhi would surely turn against him, so he might as well tear down the facade and vent his suppressed grievances over the years.
Rong Zhi caught the chopsticks thrown by Rong Fengmian; the loose sleeves of her sweatshirt slid down her forearm.
Through tear-blurred eyes, Rong Fengmian saw a flash of gold. Focusing, he saw the Buddha Hand Bracelet that He Songzhi had earnestly sought for Rong Zhi years ago.
The boy’s wrist bones were even slimmer than two months ago, with five loops of beads still leaving gaps.
Rong Fengmian’s harsh spirit flashed in his eyes, and with the fastest speed of his life, he rushed to the boy, grabbed her wrist emblazoned with the Beads, and yanked it upward.
Rong Zhi furrowed her brows slightly and took half a step back, sensing his intention, raising her hand to grab his, her seductive eyes turning cold, "Let go."
Her grip wasn’t light, and Rong Fengmian’s wrist hurt severely. He grit his teeth, the hatred in his heart surpassing the pain, resisting with all his might.
His nails left deep marks on the young boy’s white skin, and he suddenly screamed with piercing sharpness, violently tugging the Buddha beads—
A clatter echoed by the ears, stinging the eardrums painfully.
Rong Fengmian was momentarily stunned.
The tightly shut lounge door was kicked open from outside.
Banging against the wall and then rebounding, the outsider, seemingly in a foul mood, kicked again as the door bounced back, directly splitting the already unstable door in half.
Rong Zhi looked down and saw that the other half of the door was about to crash into the golden pearl fallen to the ground. Her pupils constricted sharply, and she swiftly kicked the broken door away, carefully picking up the jewel.
She squatted on the floor, gathering up the scattered Buddha beads.
The space seemed to split at this moment, the young boy’s back slender and stubborn, picking up the Buddha beads scattered all over the floor, indifferent even when some fell into the porridge on the ground.
Ying Yunlin had never seen her . His heartstring tightened instantly, swiftly turning his head to the culprit, delivering a punch straight to the face.
Although he wasn’t a fighter, compared to a weakling like Rong Fengmian, he clearly had the upper hand; Rong Fengmian couldn’t dodge it.
"How dare you call Rong Zhi ungrateful?!" Ying Yunlin pinned down the fleeing Rong Fengmian, twisting his arms and pressing him to the floor, punching hard, "Of all the Rong Family, you’re the least qualified to criticize her!"
"You said you didn’t have money for school, she dropped out to work and earn money to support your education, narrowly escaping death many times in competitions, all to make your life better," Ying Yunlin grew angrier as he spoke.
The punches didn’t quell his anger, so he kicked, "Earlier this year you fell ill, she shortened her competition time, endured the pain of a recurring leg injury during the race, just to rush back to take care of you. How dare you call her ungrateful!"
Rong Fengmian’s eyes were swollen from the beating, and he tasted blood in his mouth. Yet he stubbornly shouted, "But she left my dad to die! Isn’t that ungrateful?!"
"Let him die?" Ying Yunlin was slightly stunned, then like he was infuriated by the words, he smirked derisively, "If it wasn’t for Rong Zhi, He Songzhi wouldn’t have lived to today. Your so-called ’Dad’ would’ve killed your mom."