Chapter 257: Chapter 257

This year, Hua Country isn’t celebrating Christmas, but Ying Yunlin is from O State. He bought a big box of decorations and sent it to the Tingshan Villa, asking Jiang Gujun to help him decorate the villa together.

In the past half month, the people at the villa have been so busy that they barely touched the ground. With no one to play with, Ying Yunlin simply moved in to stay with them, adding some company.

Jiang Gujun carried a Christmas tree, asking as he walked, "Where did you buy this from? Why is it so heavy?"

"No idea, just ordered it online," Ying Yunlin stuck the bell he held to the kitchen door frame, "How about we have roast chicken tonight? I’m really good at making roast chicken."

Jiang Gujun set up the Christmas tree, exhaled and nodded, "Anything’s fine, Mr. Rong has a bland palate, just make it accordingly."

"My sister has a bland palate, don’t I know?"

After sticking the decorations, Ying Yunlin clapped his hands, took out his phone, looking puzzled, "Did those two say what time they’re getting off work tonight?"

The closer it gets to the end of the year, the busier it gets in large companies, and there’s a series of reports that need to be submitted for review at year’s end. Early this month, RH Group exposed its financial shortfall, directly landing on the white list of the Securities Regulatory Commission.

Rong Zhi therefore shuttled between the company and the Engineering College, rarely returning to the villa.

Bai Su seeing this, helped her out with RH Group’s tasks, letting Rong Zhi focus solely on the CSS project.

Thus, from the initial scenario of three men staring each other down daily, it transformed into Jiang Gujun and Ying Yunlin staring at each other, and eventually, they teamed up and played together.

Jiang Gujun: "Not sure."

Bai Su’s situation is better; as soon as he’s done with the company’s matters, he can leave, while Rong Zhi has to finish the project before leaving.

Ying Yunlin thought about it, found no point in dwelling, and simply went out to buy groceries.

In a Beijing rental room.

Gao Xiaoguang saw the time was right and hurried Rong Jiazze to get up and eat, then habitually inquired about his homework from yesterday.

Rong Jiazze recited one by one, and Gao Xiaoguang kept nodding as he listened.

This child is truly smart, so smart that he doesn’t seem like the son of Gao Xiaoguang and Liu Fang.

Although both Gao Xiaoguang and Liu Fang are college graduates, they are clear-headed about their own capabilities. If Rong Jiazze really is their child, it must be a genetic mutation.

But having such a smart child is a good thing.

At least he can easily accomplish what they’ll ask him to do later.

After exchanging glances with the freshly finished Liu Fang, each saw the intention they meant to convey in the other’s eyes.

Gao Xiaoguang then put away the textbooks, clear his throat, and wore a kind smile, "A few days ago, you were asking when we’re going back home. Jiazze, it’s not that we aren’t going back, it’s that we can’t go back."

Rong Jiazze uttered an ’ah’: "Why?"

Liu Fang sat down next to him, her eyes reddening instantly, crying as she spoke, "Because we have no money for the journey, Jiazze, actually you have a seven-year-old sister, conceived after our separation due to the distress your parents couldn’t bear. But your sister, she, she..."

Upon hearing that Gao Xiaoguang and Liu Fang have another child, a sister, Rong Jiazze felt a bit bitter inside, but he held back, squeezing Liu Fang’s hand to comfort her, "Auntie, don’t worry, tell me slowly. What’s wrong with my sister?"

The time to be acquainted wasn’t long, and Rong Jiazze hadn’t adjusted to his newly transformed identity yet. After seeking their consent, he still addressed them as uncle and auntie before fully embracing the change.

Fortunately, Liu Fang didn’t mind, and held the young boy’s hand back, sighing, "Your sister has a liver problem. These years, expenses for operations have been hefty, even the fare to visit you was drawn from her surgery fund."

Rong Jiazze paused, confusion rising: "What do you mean?"

Liu Fang, holding Rong Jiazze’s hand, looking immensely troubled, contemplated, "You have such a good relationship with that Miss Rong; we currently have no way to return home, try asking her for some money, not much, just three hundred thousand."

"Yes, ask her," seeing no point in dragging this out, Gao Xiaoguang directly said in a solemn voice, "Jiazze, we took from your sister’s funds to come for you, now she’s dying, go ask Miss Rong quickly."

Rong Jiazze didn’t respond, Liu Fang interrupted him, "Besides, three hundred thousand is little to her, with the degree of care she shows you, she’ll definitely give it, just go ask her!"

In just a few sentences, they placed Rong Jiazze on a moral high ground, making it seem like if he doesn’t ask Rong Zhi for the money, he’s essentially killing his own sister.

From the beginning, when they first met Rong Jiazze, the couple hatched this plot.

The thought of soon returning home with thirty thousand in hand brought greedy smiles to their faces; yet remembering Rong Jiazze was still there, their expressions quickly retracted.

No matter how fast they hid it, Rong Jiazze still saw it clearly.

"How could you have such a plan?!" He shook off Liu Fang’s hand angrily, wanting to scold but couldn’t, choking out, "Brother cares for me, but she’s not my cash machine; how can you even think this way?!"

Liu Fang retorted, "We’ve already used sister’s money for you, now you’re the elder brother, what’s wrong with asking you to help?"

Rong Jiazze, in disbelief, lips pressed together, glanced at them, then suddenly realizing something, his face showed a look of revelation, ’’I really misjudged you!’’, he said and ran out the door.

Gao Xiaoguang and Liu Fang stared at the wide open door in a daze.

Of course, Rong Jiazze didn’t rush out without preparation; he still had the phone Jiang Gujun bought for him. Squatting by the roadside, he shivered as the wind blew.

Cold, cold from the body to the soul.

While dialing Rong Zhi’s number, he mistakenly dialed Bai Su’s several times; upon hearing his voice struggling to remain calm, Bai Su got silent for a moment, "See if there’s a milk tea shop nearby, go in and sit down first."

Rong Jiazze answered with a low hum, hung up the call, and after walking a block, he found a milk tea shop to enter, sending the address to Bai Su. Newest update provided by Nove1Fire.net

Half an hour later, the milk tea shop door swung open, a tall silhouette exuding a youthful elegance threaded with the cold wind entered, a gaze scanned the shop before locking onto the small figure.

The young boy hearing the familiar voice jerked his head up.

Rong Zhi first went to the counter to order two cups of milk tea, took the receipt and sat beside Rong Jiazze. Her gaze swept over his eyes still red from crying, her eyes squinted slightly, "What’s going on?"

At the words, Rong Jiazze lowered his head, his voice murky as he recounted the scene from not long ago.

Having listened, Rong Zhi didn’t speak, the milk tea was promptly ready. She grabbed the milk tea, gently pinched Rong Jiazze’s distressed face, her voice soothing, "Let’s go."

The off-road vehicle parked not far away, and Rong Zhi and the others got into the car.

"Brother Su." Rong Jiazze obediently greeted him.

Bai Su answered with a sound, locked the door, turning on the ignition, set the route then adjusted to AI driving, turning slightly to face Rong Jiazze, "What’s wrong with him?"

Rong Zhi, "That family has issues."

She inserted straws into the two cups of milk tea, handed one to Bai Su, and the other to Rong Jiazze, then retrieved her phone to dial Song Yue’s number.

"Weren’t they already investigated?" Bai Su slowly sipped the milk tea, which had no sugar and no taste.

Recently, Rong Zhi was regulating her body, and he was following suit, abstaining from sugar and oil.

Rong Zhi was just about to explain when Song Yue’s call connected, her tone switched gears, saying bluntly: "Send me Gao Xiaoguang’s information again."

Song Yue made a surprised sound, sharply sensing trouble, "What happened? Is it about Jiazze?"