Chapter 241: Chapter 241
Having good hearing, Bai Su listened to the two chatting in the kitchen. His pen briefly paused before casually twirling, and he asked with a sharply defined face, "What’s your opinion?"
Rong Zhi pushed up the silver-framed glasses on his high nose bridge, his long eyelashes slightly lowered to obscure the emotions in his eyes, "I respect his opinion."
Rong Jiazze was not her; he had parents eagerly hoping for his return home, and a brilliant future ahead, so he couldn’t just falter here because of these sentimental feelings.
Bai Su nodded, uttered a soft "Mm," and his gaze fell on her glasses.
Beneath it, his cold and aloof brow and eyes were covered, with stray hair lightly draping over his side face, his cheeks fair and flawless, his features superior. Sitting there so quietly, his entire aura was peaceful and calm.
Watching, his fingers moved of their own volition, and by the time he realized, the young man had already raised a pair of beautifully shaped fox eyes, the gaze puzzled and curious.
Slightly startled, he unhesitatingly pinched.
The texture felt great.
She didn’t seem to use any skincare products, yet how could it be so soft?
"What’s wrong?" Rong Zhi lightly pursed his lips.
Bai Su’s distinct fingers pulled the young man’s soft cheeks apart, pulling wasn’t enough; he rejoined them and rubbed excessively hard, unable to hold back, his handsome face leaned close to Rong Zhi’s, releasing his grip and suddenly biting.
What’s wrong with him at night?
Beijing People’s Court.
Rong Zhi arrived at nine-thirty, wanting to chat with Yuan Xiyao before the trial began.
She originally intended to take the mask out of her pocket and put it on, but as soon as she started to do so, the person beside her pressed her hand and interlocked fingers, forcibly placing it in his coat pocket without allowing refusal.
Rong Zhi, expressionless: "What exactly are you trying to do?"
Bai Su rubbed her chilly finger bones, subtly raising his refined brows, satisfied with the ’masterpiece’ he left on the young man’s delicate face with his bite.
In response to her question, he merely smiled, softly and tenderly saying, "Announce sovereignty."
When the courtroom livestream camera focused on her face and she captured the surprised and curious expressions of the cameraman and behind the lens, she roughly understood.
During dinner last night, she overheard Jiang Gujun saying Bai Su watched the chess livestream alone in the hexagonal pavilion and later described in detail how lively the national tournament was, though she didn’t listen closely, only remembering Jiang Gujun mentioned most netizens discussed her.
Recalling the words of the man before the trial.
Rong Zhi clicked her tongue without much emotion.
Yuan Xiyao, having changed out of his hospital garments, wore a black suit, showcasing the righteous image of a lawyer.
He first submitted the prepared complaint to the judge, who ordered the criminal be brought to court, leading two officers to escort a haggard Rong Qichuo forward.
Imprisoned under special constraint for these days, Rong Qichuo’s arrogance was utterly fragmented, lacking even the courage to look ahead.
Though still wearing the clothes he was captured in, Rong Zhi glanced at his head and slightly hunched back, knowing he had endured much torment.
The police, adhering to fairness, wouldn’t become violent before the trial, so only unofficial personnel had to be causing trouble.
Thinking this through, she messaged Song Yue.
Song Yue quickly replied: [Yeah, thought he was disagreeable, so I kicked him a couple of times.]
Rong Zhi’s refined brows furrowed slightly; she looked again at Rong Qichuo’s head: [His head suffered a severe blow.]
Previously she thought Rong Qichuo’s reaction was off, given his animosity and behavior toward her, even under these circumstances, she expected him to impulsively confront her openly in court.
But Rong Qichuo’s head injury affecting the nervous system, possibly warned by others too, caused him to not even raise his head walking into court.
While considering this, Song Yue sent another message.
Song Yue: [His head? Wait, I recall seeing Jiang Gujun with him by the police station entrance, accompanied by a blond man who seemed familiar, possibly from Miss He’s funeral.]
Blond hair, able to be by Jiang Gujun’s side.
None other than Ying Yunlin.
Rong Zhi tapped her slender fingers on the screen: [I understand.]
It’s likely Jiang Gujun received Bai Su’s instruction to teach Rong Qichuo a lesson, while Ying Yunlin simply vented frustrations from dealing with the Rong Family, naturally being heavy-handed.
Rong Zhi turned off the screen, her fingertips slowly rubbing the phone’s edge, her elegant face showing a faint expression.
Anyway, she’d take responsibility.
With conclusive evidence, regardless of how the defense team tried turning the situation around, Yuan Xiyao remained calm and strategically countered opposing views.
The defendant’s lawyer faced continual setbacks, ultimately sitting down in helpless defeat.
The judge, seeing the situation cleared, solemnly and seriously struck the cylindrical gavel on the square base, announcing the verdict.
Rong Qichuo never spoke from beginning to end; once sentencing concluded, he was led away from the semi-open cage.
Halfway through, he suddenly felt compelled to turn and glanced toward the plaintiff’s seat.
Rong Zhi sat appropriately there, her hands leisurely crossed in front, her expression calm and detached, and as her gaze met his abruptly pained one, she slightly curled her lip. Thɪs chapter is updated by novel✶fire.net
And with that one look, those in the audience gained some time.
Ying Man, forehead wrapped in bandages and face ghostly pale, rose from the audience, disregarding everything to rush over to grab Rong Qichuo, only to be stopped by the officers guarding the convict.
Seeing no success there, she without hesitation turned towards Rong Zhi.
"Rong Zhi, I beg you, I beg of you, okay? I’ll kneel for you, spare Qichuo."
The etiquette and facade always upheld collapsed in that moment, Ying Man kneeled straight before the young man, her knees hitting the floor with a dull thud, as if unafraid of pain, she bowed her head.
"I beg you, I’m begging you, Rong Zhi," she cried bitterly, her voice full of sorrow, "I’ll give you anything you want, even my life you can have it, just spare Qichuo, spare him please."
Listening to this tearful plea beside her, Rong Zhi expressionlessly closed her eyes.
Having an elder kneel to a junior is unfilial, it shortens life.
In the audience, Bai Su’s brows tightly knitted, his lips pursed into a line, his long legs lazily crossed on the floor, rising and moving toward Ying Man’s side.
From behind came a detached yet cool voice.
His steps paused, standing there waiting for the young man to approach.
Rong Zhi’s hands casually in her pockets, her gaze lowered toward Ying Man as she moved her knees forward from her seat, her head slightly turned toward Rong Xian’an who sat stably, entirely unconcerned with Ying Man.
With a faint smile on her lips.
See, this is human nature.
"Rong Zhi, Rong Zhi, I’m begging you..." Ying Man wanted to reach out to pull the young man’s pant leg.
The canvas shoe’s cold hard tip pressed halfway down her neck; its owner applied slight pressure, suddenly making her unable to breathe, uncontrollably causing her to straighten up.