Chapter 261: Chapter 261

The person on the other end immediately mentioned her identity, clearly knowing who she was.

Rong Zhi responded with a nonchalant "Hmm."

She initially thought it was a hacker trying to attack her, but it seemed that wasn’t the case.

Those international individuals wouldn’t address her as ’Miss Rong.’

Realizing her voice was low, the caller knew this call was indeed an intrusion.

But given the urgency, he ignored formalities and spoke with a very apologetic tone, "Sorry to disturb you, Miss Rong, I wanted to ask if you adopted a little boy named ’Jiazze’ in August, is that correct?"

Rong Zhi barefooted on the ground, headed to the bathroom, without answering his question and instead asked, "What’s the matter?"

"Don’t misunderstand," the caller seemed anxious, hurriedly explaining the reason for the call, "We saw photos of Jiazze on a website, but when we tried to contact the website staff, his information had disappeared."

Since Rong Jiazze’s parents had been found, Song Yue removed his information.

Rong Zhi put the phone on speaker, placed it aside, and silently waited for him to continue.

"...Jiazze might be our family’s child, Miss Rong, if you have the time or opportunity, can we meet for a DNA test?"

Rong Zhi paused while squeezing toothpaste, glanced at the phone number, casually replied, "Hack into my phone, just for this?"

Silence ensued, admitting to his fault, he involuntarily lowered his voice, "Your phone was difficult to reach; we had no choice but to use special methods..."

Unable to continue, he just stopped talking.

A long silence followed.

After finishing her tidying up, Rong Zhi glanced at the screen; surprisingly, the call still wasn’t disconnected.

The caller clearly had patience.

She picked up the phone, returned to the home screen, and after some unknown action, the caller’s breath suddenly quickened. Then the screen went black, and when it brightened again, it displayed a camera image.

The man’s stunned, bewildered expression was reflected on the screen.

Rong Zhi’s eyes narrowed slightly, followed by a cold chuckle, mockingly.

Checking her information, hacking her phone, that’s one thing; now even blocking the villa entrance.

The man’s location was familiar; it was clearly Tingshan Villa.

And the phone placed at a high point, first showed a pair of cloth shoes, then flipped to reveal the man’s face.

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The man reacted quickly, trying to cover the phone, but everything had already been seen, and Rong Zhi immediately hung up the call.

Expressionless, she walked out of the bathroom, unexpectedly bumping into a pair of peach blossom eyes, still damp with sleep, hair mischievously sticking up in two tufts, looking slightly dazed.

Bai Su rubbed his brow, his head still aching from last night’s hangover.

Rong Zhi nodded, rummaged through her bag for a while, and tossed a lollipop by the bedside, "If you’re tired, keep sleeping."

Bai Su made a sound of agreement; his alcohol tolerance was average, prone to drunkenness if he drank too much, so he seldom drank. Last night was an exception while playing with Rong Zhi and others, and as a result, he got himself drunk.

Rong Zhi’s gaze skimmed over his face, ensuring he was okay and then descended the stairs.

The villa was quiet; others were still asleep. She turned into the kitchen, only to find Rong Jiazze perched on a stool, cooking breakfast.

Simmering millet porridge, the air filled with a fresh, sweet aroma.

Upon hearing the sound, he turned around and smiled, "Good morning, sister!"

She took down the spices out of the boy’s reach and handed them to him, then called property management to send someone to clean up last night’s mess.

Rong Jiazze scooped a small bowl, set it aside to cool, and pushed it towards Rong Zhi, "Try and see if the flavor is right."

Rong Zhi sipped leisurely; recently, she’s accustomed to a mild taste that’s almost bland, everything else tasted unseasoned; whereas others found the salt in this porridge adequate.

So she nodded, said ’it’s good,’ then remembered something, while carefully looking at Rong Jiazze’s side profile, she casually asked, "Are you planning to go back with them?"

He knew who ’them’ referred to.

Upon hearing this, he slightly frowned, shook his head, then nodded, finally sighed softly, "They are my parents, the ones who gave birth to and raised me. No matter how bad they are, I am not qualified to accuse them."

Rong Zhi patted his shoulder, rather than persuading him as she used to, she spoke slowly, "There’s someone outside claiming to be your family, wanting to see you."

Rong Jiazze: "...Huh?"

Aren’t his parents Gao Xiaoguang and them??

Where did this person come from??

"Do you want to meet them?" Rong Zhi asked softly.

Rong Jiazze scratched his face in confusion, unconsciously sprinkled some salt into the porridge, blinked and said dryly, "I suppose, meet?"

Actually... he wasn’t sure...

Rong Zhi glanced at the porridge, a subtle twitch at her temples, contemplating switching to buns instead, yet her expression remained unchanged, "Okay."

Since no one else was around, Rong Zhi opened the door to see a black Maybach parked nearby, and the man she had just seen was anxiously pacing in small steps by the door.

He was dressed in a standing-collar Zhongshan suit, tall and with an aura that carried a scholarly elegance, yet his right hand moved erratically as he mumbled to himself.

From a distance, Rong Zhi couldn’t hear him.

The man wandered aimlessly for a while before seemingly realizing something, then looked up towards her direction, his lips slightly parted, surprise spreading from his brow to his eyes, delightedly calling out, "Miss Rong, I knew you would open the door!"

Expressionless, Rong Zhi turned sideways, leaving the door wide open, and the man immediately smiled, hurriedly bumping against the Maybach’s window, "Big brother, quick, Miss Rong let us in, let’s go."

"Miss Rong, I apologize for disturbing you."

The man who had been loitering by the car bowed in apology, his manner impeccable and unassailable, "My name is Yan Yixing, and this is my elder brother, Yan Qique."

Rong Jiazze poured two cups of warm water opposite them and curiously asked, "Yan? As in performing Yan? I’ve never heard of that surname."

The man was about to explain when a warm male voice interjected—

"It’s related to the ocean, meaning the return of streams to the sea, Yan."

Rong Jiazze paused: "...Ah, that surname is quite rare."

Yan Qique nodded, the supple black hair followed his movement, brushing his forehead, partly concealing his impressive eyebrows, "The Yan Family is not of this world; it’s normal if you’ve never heard or seldom see it."

Not of this world? What does that mean?

Rong Zhi idly rubbed the rim of her cup, silently observing Yan Qique.

The man’s nose was beautiful and high, perfectly complementing a pair of delicate, lightweight silver-framed glasses, articulating a fluid contour, while concealing his slightly lowered, watery peach blossom eyes.

Glasses are quite the accessory; although transparent, they can obscure many emotions.

His lips seemed naturally curved into a smile, gently upturned, captivatingly alluring.

Rong Zhi spun the cup with her fingers, her brows lightly furrowed, feeling the man’s face was somewhat familiar.