Chapter 231: Chapter 231

Feeling a chill in her heart, Rong Zhi suddenly remembered that the Buddha Hand Bracelet had been torn apart during her argument with Rong Fengmian not long ago.

Rong Zhi suddenly felt a bit panicked.

Her fingers trembled as they stroked the wrist bone, the skin whiter than snow turning red in an instant.

It was Bai Su’s voice, somewhat anxious and tense.

Rong Zhi’s lips parted and closed several times, unable to make a sound until a snowflake fell into her eye, stinging it shut. Then, aimlessly, she whispered in a slow and soft voice, "Bai Su, this winter is so cold."

Bai Su stood behind the young man under a large black umbrella, his head lowered, watching the young man’s actions.

The snow above gradually intensified, the sound of sighs from the crowd around them barely audible. Bai Su silently moved to the side, tilting the umbrella forward to block more wind and snow.

Rong Zhi followed He Songzhi’s last wishes, burying her next to Yu Shisheng. She looked back, noting that the other five members of the sixth military group now lay in eternal rest here.

Her gaze seriously passed over each tombstone, engraving their names in her heart.

Her knees hit the stone slab heavily, and Bai Su instinctively wanted to help her up but stopped halfway, instead kneeling beside her.

Rong Zhi glanced at him.

Bai Su rubbed the young man’s face, numb from the cold wind, his thin lips pulling into a comforting smile, "Don’t be afraid, I’m with you."

Rong Zhi pressed her lips together slightly, looking at him for a long time before nodding, accepting it as consent.

Bai Su placed the umbrella towards the young man, and the two knelt solemnly and reverently before He Songzhi’s tombstone.

Three times in succession.

Rong Zhi’s jaw tightened, and it felt as if someone had hollowed out a part of her heart, revealing a dark, deep cavity within, where cold wind poured in with the snow, freezing her body and spirit.

After bidding farewell to the mourners, He Songzhi’s funeral concluded.

All the events during her life, after death, seemed to dissipate like the wind.

Rong Zhi got into Bai Su’s car, clutching a wooden box she found in the secret compartment by Yu Shisheng’s grave.

Back at Huqing District, Rong Jiazze and Fu Yaoyao had already tidied everything up inside.

Rong Zhi was taken aback when she saw it, somewhat puzzled, she asked, "What’s going on?"

Rong Jiazze, dragging a twenty-four-inch suitcase out to join the pile of large luggage in the living room, wiped his sweat from his forehead with his sleeve and explained, "Brother Su said that your health is not good, so we’re moving to his place for convenience of care."

Actually, it’s really about taking care of Rong Zhi, the rest are just tagging along.

Rong Jiazze was precise about his own role, although he felt honored to be a hindrance on Brother Su’s path to courting, at times like these, he wouldn’t argue with Bai Su.

Rong Zhi’s current condition didn’t allow them to mess around.

Except for Fu Yaoyao, who complained a bit and almost started a fight with Bai Su again, they packed their belongings rather quickly.

Rong Zhi’s face showed no expression.

She leaned back slightly, her usual sparse and chilly brows and eyes slightly softened, gazing into the man’s gentle and amorous peach blossom eyes, "I can..."

"You can’t," before she could finish, Bai Su smiled at her, his tone somewhat forcefully decisive, "Just this once, alright? Come to my place."

Rong Zhi fell silent.

Bai Su was easy to talk to, but only when indulging her.

If he truly wanted to do something, she might not even be able to refuse.

The house at Huqing District was vacated, and Rong Zhi and her companions moved into Bai Su’s villa at Tingshan Villa.

Jiang Gujun took Rong Jiazze and Fu Yaoyao to arrange the rooms.

The villa’s automatic heating system set the indoor temperature at twenty-eight degrees, driving away the cold the moment Rong Zhi entered. She took off her scarf, planning to hang it on her arm to carry it inside, but a pair of distinct hands took it first.

Then, naturally, folded it and placed it at the entrance where they stored items for going out.

Rong Zhi paused briefly, lowering her gaze a little.

Sitting in the living room for a while, she reassured Zhao Hecheng and the others, took a sip of warm water the man offered, and inadvertently asked, "The villa only had two rooms, right?"

The first time she entered Bai Su’s home, he clearly mentioned all the rooms had been remodeled and only two master bedrooms were left empty. If that was the case, where would Fu Yaoyao and the others stay? Official source is novel~fire~net

Bai Su took a sip of water, his voice leisurely, "Ah, probably just remodeled back."

Did she look that easy to deceive?

Apparently, she was fooled at the time.

It made her slightly annoyed.

She kicked the man’s slender calf, watching him frown in pain, the water cup in his hand slightly wobbling, spilling a few drops of water onto the floor, giving her an inexplicable sense of satisfaction.

Bai Su turned his face, his deep and pleasant voice slightly aggrieved, "Little brother, you’re ruthless."

His exquisite face showed a hurt expression, lips slightly pursed, pitiable, easily making one’s heart soften.

Unfortunately, Rong Zhi wasn’t swayed by this.

She mimicked his gesture, pinching the man’s thick cheeks with two fingers until he couldn’t help but cry out in pain before releasing.

Although, Bai Su wasn’t really hurting.

He simply wanted to cherish this rare moment when his little brother vented his anger, vivid and bright, to keep it well in his heart.

Dinner was prepared by Bai Su, with Jiang Gujun and Rong Jiazze assisting. The three men busy with tasks, while the two young girls chatted together, mostly Fu Yaoyao speaking, with Rong Zhi quietly listening.

After dinner, it was time to rest, and the issue of where to sleep arose again.

Jiang Gujun had arranged rooms for Fu Yaoyao and the others, but somehow, forgot about Rong Zhi.

The young man crossed his arms silently.

Jiang Gujun laughed sheepishly, scratching his nose in slight embarrassment, "Well, we didn’t have enough time, so only two rooms have been remodeled back, it will take quite a while for the other one..."

He didn’t need to finish for Rong Zhi to immediately understand.

It was likely another terrible idea from some man.

Rong Zhi nodded, indifferently said, "I’ll sleep in the living room, could you please get a quilt for me."

The floor heating in the room made the hardwood sofa slightly hard, but since she couldn’t sleep anyway, anywhere would do.

Jiang Gujun’s face turned complicated.

Rong Zhi raised an eyebrow, "Hmm?"

Jiang Gujun waved his hands immediately, chuckling awkwardly, "On it, just wait Mr. Rong."

But in the end, the quilt he fetched wasn’t needed.

When Jiang Gujun came down with the quilt, the lights in the living room were still on, but the young man who had been lounging and playing on his phone was nowhere to be seen.

Jiang Gujun: Great, got the quilt for nothing.

In the deep blue quilt like the ocean, Rong Zhi had her hands held above her head, the weight on her chest made her uncomfortable, wanting to kick the person off her.

In the silent and boundless room, the man’s low hoarse voice seemed like aged wine, lazy and intoxicating, his warm breath falling on her ear, stirring waves of heat.

"Be good and sleep, or I’ll kiss you."

If you say sleep, then let go, would you?!

Sensing her slight frustration and helplessness, Bai Su chuckled softly, lowering his head to her neck.

His nose twitched slightly, savoring her unique fragrance, the beautiful lips curved, nearly touching Rong Zhi’s fair neck, speaking slowly, "It’s comfortable holding little brother, don’t want to let go."