Chapter 230: Chapter 230
Rong Zhi has always been more about action than words.
There are things she would rather keep inside until she dies than speak out. In her opinion, it’s unnecessary—telling others would only cause them a moment of pity, and then life goes on unchanged. It’s meaningless.
But Ying Yunlin is different. He feels wronged on behalf of Rong Zhi, believing it’s the evildoers’ fault, so why should a young girl bear it alone?
"Didn’t you ask why she only saved He Songzhi and not Rong Wei?" Ying Yunlin’s tone was heavily sarcastic as he grabbed Rong Fengmian and threw him onto the pile of porridge, coldly and mockingly saying, "Rong Wei knew he was going to die and wanted He Songzhi to be buried with him. It was Rong Zhi who rushed in and stopped the bottle that almost took your mother’s life, saving her!"
"Dare you look at the burn scars on her back?! You don’t dare! Calling you a fool is putting it lightly!"
Ying Yunlin pressed down on Rong Fengmian’s head and gripped his neck tightly. It didn’t matter if Rong Zhi didn’t want to speak; he would do it. He would expose the truth to the world. Their Little Nine was so good, why should she be slandered by this bunch of trash!
"Always calling others ungrateful wolves, how noble is Rong Fengmian anyway? Zhi Zhi had only been on her sickbed for a few days. For you, she wrapped her bandages and went to work. She was young, sure, but have you ever thought, how old was she then?! Fifteen years old!"
"Just because she’s the older sister? Just because she matured early? Just because she was adopted by your family, she must care for you and compensate the Rong Family?!"
"You deserve nothing!"
If someone like Mr. Ying, who usually has a good temper, could be angered so much, it shows how detestable Rong Fengmian is.
Everyone who came to the lounge after hearing the commotion was already stunned.
Fu Yaoyao’s eyes were bloodshot, filled with murderous intent, staring at Rong Fengmian as if she wanted to peel his skin, cut his flesh, and toss his bones into the wilderness.
All these years, her sincere heart had been fed to the dogs, utterly disgusting.
The others had different expressions, looking at the chaos inside the room.
Seeing that Rong Fengmian was about to be beaten to death by Ying Yunlin, Jiang Gujun came forward to separate them.
One could be hit, but not die in Ying Yunlin’s hands, to avoid bad luck.
And they dared not look in another direction.
The girl seemed to be in a world apart from them. While they were noisy, she immersed herself in the darkness she created, persistently trying to pick up the Buddha Beads from the floor, some of which she didn’t even know where they had fallen. Everywhere in sight was empty.
Rong Zhi unconsciously clenched her palm, but the Buddha Beads slipped through her fingers due to uneven force, clattering to the ground.
Her pupils contracted sharply as she reached out to pick them up.
Just as she was about to touch the closest bead, her wrist was caught.
Dry and warm, with a gentle warmth.
She struggled with her wrist, her usual clear eyes like ink, gloomy, "I can’t hold on."
Bai Su’s breath stalled, a fine sharp pain spreading through his heart. His affectionate eyes were slightly lowered, suppressing some gentleness and indulgence, as if he was restraining something.
Rong Zhi pointed to those Buddha Beads, raised her eyes to meet his, her voice soft and slow, suppressing the involuntary shiver, calmly said, "Bai Su, help me pick them up." For original chapters go to novelFɪre.net
Bai Su didn’t let go of her hand, squatted beside her, not caring if his clothing got stained by the dirt on the ground, accompanying the girl to pick up the Buddha Beads.
Every time he picked one up, he carefully wiped it clean and placed it solemnly in the girl’s palm before closing it.
But the lounge was very large, and although there were others helping in the back, not all the beads were recovered in the end.
In the small box specially brought by the funeral home, the small beads were scattered all around. A rough count showed that just over sixty beads were found from more than a hundred.
Rong Zhi stared blankly at the golden pearl in her hand.
She unconsciously rubbed over the carved pattern on it again and again.
No one in the lounge spoke, afraid to say something wrong that would trigger the girl’s sensitive nerves. Should the girl remain unmoved, the man beside her would deal with them all.
Tang Xuyun leaned over to Zhao Hecheng’s ear; the two elderly men could only whisper to each other now.
"That Buddha Hand Bracelet that the Third Young Master wears, it’s been many years, right?" Tang Xuyun asked with a frown.
Zhao Hecheng nodded, looking somewhat worried, "For thirteen years. It was given by Miss He back then, to suppress her temper. Now that it’s ruined by that brat Rong Fengmian, without it holding her back, it’ll be trouble."
What a mess this all is.
Originally, everyone came to the funeral with a bit of sadness, but now, thanks to Rong Fengmian’s meddling, the sadness was gone, replaced by a belly full of rage.
Bai Su tilted his handsome face, instructing Jiang Gujun on something. Not long after, Jiang Gujun left.
Qi Ruwen glanced in the direction where Jiang Gujun left. Not knowing him well, Qi Ruwen turned to ask Qi Ruiqin about the situation, only to be overheard by Song Yue and others who came inside.
Song Yue first carefully observed the silent teenager across for a moment before speaking indifferently to Qi Ruwen, "Mr. Jiang? He’s handled Rong Fengmian."
He had just run into Jiang Gujun at the corridor entrance and, seeing his cold and serious demeanor, asked what was going on. He learned that Jiang Gujun was going to deal with Rong Fengmian’s issues and happened to provide the orphanage information he had gathered to Jiang Gujun.
But judging by Jiang Gujun’s demeanor, he probably didn’t need it.
To provoke Rong Zhi to this extent, it’s no wonder Rong Fengmian can’t stay in Beijing.
And it’s not just Rong Fengmian; the entire Rong Family is bound to suffer.
The current calm is just the prelude to the storm. Once the girl regains her strength, none of the high society in Beijing will be spared.
Rong Zhi sat in a pose for a long time, so long that her legs were numb.
She gently moved her fingers, putting the golden pearl into her pocket, and looked around the people in front of her. She opened her mouth to say something, and beside her, Bai Su immediately sensed her thoughts, gesturing for Song Yue to lead these people out first.
Before leaving, Zhao Hecheng turned back, observing Bai Su for several more moments.
Retracting his gaze, once out of the lounge, he pulled out his phone to send a message to Fu Liang.
The lounge regained its quiet, allowing Bai Su to finally comfort the girl.
Unexpectedly, as soon as this term of endearment was spoken, the girl’s porcelain-white slender fingers visibly trembled.
Bai Su’s brows slightly furrowed, saying nothing. He clasped both her hands in his palm, warming them with his breath while the hand warmer was still charging.
He Songzhi would be buried in the evening.
Rong Zhi took advantage of the moment Bai Su was busy to leave the lounge alone.
She had been immersing herself in the lab, researching the antidote day and night, without rest for a week straight. Now that there was no one needing detoxification, she suddenly felt a bit lost.
Outside the funeral home, heavy snowflakes swirled and landed on people’s heads, shoulders, and eyelashes, forming a layer of cold frost.
Standing in the snow, Rong Zhi looked up at the dark sky, blurred with fog and nothing in sight.
A weight suddenly fell on her shoulder, causing her to pause and lower her eyes slightly.
The person’s hand was wrapped in bandages, but his fingers looked particularly good, gently brushing the snow off her shoulder.
She turned her dry eyes, glancing aside at Bai Su’s refined face, lit by the moonlight.
"It’s almost time. Let’s go back," he said calmly.
By habit, Rong Zhi touched her left wrist, only to find it empty.