Chapter 232: Chapter 232
The space beneath the blanket was narrow, and their breaths mingled with each other’s warmth, causing the temperature to rise abruptly.
Rong Zhi dared not move.
Although she really wanted to kick Bai Su away.
But clearly now wasn’t the time.
As a doctor and being so close, she could distinctly feel the difference in a certain area of the man’s body at this moment.
With a detached expression, she turned her head to avoid Bai Su’s overly intense gaze, pursed her lips, and spoke softly with a hint of coaxing, "...let’s sleep."
The lowered breath span across her neck with a faint minty freshness, she could clearly feel Bai Su’s embrace.
In truth, Bai Su had hugged her multiple times, but none were quite , triggering a yearning and... an impending stir.
Yet both of them stayed rational.
Bai Su released his hold and lay beside her, gently pulled her into his arms, tugged the blanket over her, and carefully tucked it at the corners.
A kiss filled with emotion landed on the nape of her neck, causing an ambiguous tension to stir in the air; Rong Zhi closed her eyes, choosing to ignore the almost overwhelming romantic atmosphere.
Bai Su’s slightly warm lips pressed against her tender skin, his voice hushed yet laced with laughter, "Good night."
Rong Zhi was awakened by the brightness of the sunlight. She poked her head out of the blanket, finding the space beside her empty. She paused slightly, reaching for her phone, only to discover it was already noon.
Last night’s sleep was quite poor; an unfamiliar bed, insomnia returning in force.
Tossing and turning till the late night, she barely managed to stay awake, only falling asleep due to Bai Su’s unrelenting soft whispers that coaxed her for half the night. How she eventually fell asleep was forgotten.
She sluggishly sat up in bed, brushing her bangs backward. Ignored for so long, her hair had grown down to her shoulders.
It draped over her shoulders, with a few strands hanging beside her ears, adding a touch of feminine charm and laziness to her otherwise slightly cool demeanor.
She couldn’t find her luggage when bathing last night, knowing well who was behind this mischief, helplessly resorting to wearing someone else’s shirt.
The shirt had a couple of buttons undone due to last night’s movements, almost slipping off her rounded shoulders.
As she was about to button it, the room door suddenly swung open from outside.
Upon exchanging glances, the former was utterly calm, while the latter was instantly stunned.
Rong Zhi leaned against the headboard, adorned in matching pillows, the collar slack, and it slipped halfway again as she leaned back lazily, exposing skin as pale as snow, almost reflective under the sun.
Her figure was thin and slender, occupying only a small space on the spacious bed, appearing exceptionally soft.
Fingers holding the phone were long and distinct, nails neatly trimmed, rounded, lightly colored as though wrapped in a cool chill; she shook the phone lightly and spoke in a soft voice, "Where are the clothes?"
Her voice was low and raspy, both cold and alluring, making one’s ears itch.
Bai Su’s gaze flashed slightly, stepping effortlessly with long legs to stop in front of the teenager, bending slightly with a soft laugh, lifting his hand to gently and meticulously help her with the collar, then nudged the teenager’s delicate side face.
Then releasing his grip, the floral eyes reflecting fine starlight, with a deep and flickering heat in his eyes, he said, "The clothes aren’t dry yet, freshen up first?"
All clothes from the young man’s past were either old or too large, all disposed of by him; new clothes arriving from abroad this morning were sent for dry cleaning but weren’t claimed yet.
The bandaged palm lay open before her.
Rong Zhi lowered her gaze, for a long while, only uttering a muffled sound from her throat.
Bai Su’s eyes deepened with an amused smile.
He didn’t allow the teenager to move, threading his arms beneath her shoulders and knees, effortlessly lifting her from the bed.
Rong Zhi hadn’t touched the ground from washing up to going downstairs; even brushing teeth and washing face was done while Bai Su held her, giving her the distinct feeling of reverting back to being a three-year-old child.
In the dining room, several people looked up from their lunch upon hearing the sound, spotting Bai Su descending the stairs with someone in his arms, the person wrapped in a long black coat, with only two straight, slender legs exposed.
If not knowing who it was, merely looking at the back wouldn’t reveal much.
Fu Yaoyao’s fair little face pulled into a cold smile, pressing a fork into the steak aggressively, scraping out sharp, shrill noises.
Calmly, Bai Su placed the teenager next to his seat, then pushed the lunch toward her.
Jiang Gujun and Rong Jiazze focused on their meals, silently abstaining from meddling in the adults’ affairs.
The meal was eaten amid Fu Yaoyao’s murderous intent and Bai Su’s gradually unabashed actions.
Today was Monday, Huajing Group, considering Rong Zhi’s recent bereavement, gave her a few days off; she didn’t need to attend school due to a long leave.
Idle, she was scrolling news on the iPad when Rong Zhi opened a chat with Song Yue.
She was typing to ask Song Yue about Rong Jiazze’s biological parents, when Bai Su, in no rush, peeled candy wrappers and offered the milk candy to her lips.
Rong Zhi, accustomed to his occasional feeding, without much thought, lightly opened her lips and bit the candy into her mouth.
Candy being too small, when she closed her lips, she inadvertently brushed against Bai Su’s fingertips, which she was unaware of, continuing her conversation, mouth sweet with candy, subtly licking the corner of her mouth.
Bai Su’s fingertips felt warm as if dipped in warm water, while he pinched them, throat slightly rolling, his carefree voice turning somewhat husky, laughingly asked, "Sweet?"
Rong Zhi nodded while sending a message to Song Yue.
Bai Su bent a finger on his lips, lightly touching, those exquisite peach blossom eyes fixated on Rong Zhi, speaking suggestively, "The young man is also sweet."
Rong Zhi finally sensed something wasn’t quite right: "..."
Her enchanting face remained expressionless, slowly dragging her voice into a leisurely ’Oh.’
Bai Su blinked his eyes, "Hmm?"
Just as Rong Zhi wanted to speak, her phone rang, noticing it was Song Yue’s call, she ignored Bai Su, picking up the phone and heading towards the garden.
Young Master Bai: "???"
Eyes slightly narrowed, staring at the phone in the teenager’s hand, he tugged his mouth with a hint of coolness.
"Rong Fengmian’s ribs were broken in three places by Ying Yunlin, causing severe cerebral hemorrhage, it’s unlikely he’ll recover," Song Yue flipped through the newly acquired report, continuing, "Your...cough, that Bai Su had Jiang Gujun send him back to Qingqu County."
The entire Qingqu County had only one welfare institution, its conditions and facilities were mediocre, with many children and mixed backgrounds. Rong Fengmian, being ill, wouldn’t gain much benefit.
Moreover, considering his age, the welfare institution would only take care of him for another two years before he’d have to leave.
By then, without Rong Zhi’s help, he wouldn’t manage beyond studying, and currently, even his academic performance had plummeted. The source of this content ɪs novel(ꜰ)ire.net
When venturing into society, he’d be at the mercy of others, without intervention, Rong Fengmian might eventually ruin himself.
Rong Zhi slid a hand into her coat pocket, nonchalantly leaning against the wall, responding with a faint "Mm," "Do as you wish."
She no longer wished to care nor hear that name again.
Rong Fengmian’s future, whether dead or alive, was no concern of hers.
Knowing her spirits weren’t high, Song Yue merely mentioned it, then switched topics to discuss Rong Jiazze.
"Those parents have arrived in Beijing; I’ve arranged for them to stay at a hotel. You can take Rong Jiazze to conduct a paternity test when you’re available."
After a moment’s thought, she provided a date, "The tenth of this month."
Song Yue noted it down, "ok."