Chapter 276: Chapter 276

This is indeed a last resort. After the initial perfumer examination, there will be a grading test within half a month, requiring all junior members to participate. If Ying Cenchuan passes the junior test, he needs to prepare for the grading test content, and time is tight.

Ying Cenchuan made up his mind to ask his father for the exam registration form, only to be refused by Ying Ji, who shook his head.

"Just manage the company well," Ying Ji turned to Rong Zhi and softly asked, "Little Nine, you represent the Ying Family in this perfumer examination."

"Me?" Rong Zhi’s hand paused slightly while writing a proposal.

She acknowledged herself as the adopted daughter, and it was known inside and outside that she was Miss Nine of the Ying Family. Rong Zhi going was most suitable.

Rong Zhi thought for two seconds, nodded, "Alright."

As she hadn’t participated in this kind of examination, Rong Zhi asked for materials from the Perfumer’s Association from Ying Ji at night for research. She flipped through the thick books, immersed for most of the night.

Until someone mischievously iced her neck.

Rong Zhi turned back expressionlessly, surprised by the cold. She happened to see the clock on the wall, "It’s twelve o’clock."

"Cinderella should be on a carriage rushing to the prince’s ball by now."

The man sat across from her, pulling out a hand warmer from his pocket, the same one bought in Beijing before.

After warming his hands by turning it back and forth, he lifted her foot, placed it in front of him, and tucked it into his clothes.

Suddenly entering a warm zone, Rong Zhi involuntarily pulled her foot back.

"Ticklish," Bai Su’s thin lips curved slightly, tickling her calf in revenge, yet he couldn’t help softening his touch in the end, "Warming you up, otherwise it will be hard to wear the glass slippers in a while."

Rong Zhi didn’t move again, placed the book down, and asked, "What shoes at this late hour?"

Bai Su touched her foot with the back of his hand, confirmed it was warm enough, then put it back in the cotton slippers, stood up, brought a bag over from the door, opened it, and took out a pure white box.

Before opening it, Bai Su raised his beautiful almond-shaped eyes and asked warmly, "What kind of high heels does baby like?"

Rong Zhi instinctively frowned, "I can’t wear them."

Due to her height, she stayed far away from such height-increasing and foot-chafing shoes like high heels.

Bai Su rubbed her forehead gently, smoothing out the mark, "It’s okay, just wear anything around me."

Even if the heels are ten centimeters high, they match him perfectly.

Hearing what he said, Rong Zhi knew what was in the box.

Sure enough, when the lid opened, a pair of deep black high heels studded with tiny diamonds lay quietly on the pure white velvet, refracting brilliant light under the illumination.

Twinkling like a starry night sky, beautiful yet mysterious.

Rong Zhi was slightly surprised, pursed her lips about to speak, but the man took one out, then lifted her foot, and delicately put both shoes on her.

Considering that she might not be used to it, there was anti-chafing tape on the heel part.

The shoes were stilettos, and the moment Rong Zhi stood up, she almost couldn’t stabilize herself. If Bai Su hadn’t held her, she might have fallen.

Even the usually omnipotent Third Young Master Rong had such a day, Bai Su couldn’t help but smile with his eyes narrowed.

Rong Zhi glanced at him expressionlessly, and Bai Su immediately stifled his laughter.

He lowered his eyes, looking down along the boy’s slender straight legs.

The stark contrast of deep black and cold white was very eye-catching.

Black as profound, white as dazzling.

Every step she took was like stepping on the Milky Way, walking through the stars, embellishing the vast sky with glass crystals.

Bai Su couldn’t help but tremble with sincere admiration, "Beautiful."

Rong Zhi only felt her feet hurting.

Sure enough, high heels are not something humans should wear.

She gave up after only a few steps, and Bai Su had to carry her back to the bed to remove the shoes for her.

Rong Zhi lowered her eyes, looking at his round hair whirl, and asked, "When did you prepare this?"

Having been busy all day today, Bai Su massaged her calf. Upon hearing her, he didn’t even lift his head, "A long time ago, after returning from Luoxia Town."

Although gifting shoes has a bad connotation in the folk, he still wanted to design and make a pair of high heels uniquely for her with his own hands.

"Seeing you walk towards me wearing them makes me very happy."

This is the meaning of him giving shoes.

Bai Su chuckled lightly, "I have another gift, but it will have to wait until we return to Beijing to show you, that time it won’t be cold to wear."

Rong Zhi raised an eyebrow, "Can’t give a hint first?"

Bai Su shook his head solemnly, "Must maintain mystery."

If he wasn’t telling, she wouldn’t ask.

Bai Su sighed in quite a helpless manner.

How could he make Little Nine show some interest in him? Young Master Bai pondered this question several times a day.

After getting ready, Rong Zhi headed out holding the exam registration form Ying Ji gave her.

The Perfumer Association and the Royal Family were on the same street. The splendid imperial palace echoed the pure white sacred association, forming a major attraction on this street.

Around the angel fountain at the entrance, many perfumers were gathered to participate in the examination, mostly blonde and blue-eyed, with few eastern faces.

So when the boy walked in, he drew everyone’s attention.

The reason was nothing else.

No one could ignore such a person more dazzling than the sun, her face seemed as if crafted flawlessly by the hands of God, and her graceful presence made people want to approach.

But upon approaching, they would be repelled by her aloofness.

Except for a very bold noble girl.

"Hello, my name is Windsor Yao, what’s yours?" The girl in a blue princess dress with a complex bonnet was charming and lovely, her violet eyes lively.

Rong Zhi’s gaze swept past her face, recalling the name she had just reported, guessing that she might be the daughter of Duke Lai De’s family.

Violet eyes were only common among close relatives of the royal family, and this generation’s royal family had only one directly affiliated family left with almost depleted power, the Lai De Duke.

Otherwise, Windsor Yao should have declared her princess status just now.

And since she only mentioned her name, it’s likely she knew the situation of her family.

Rong Zhi glanced at her bonnet matching the dress color scheme. Unhurriedly, she said, "Ying Jiu."

"Oh, oh," Windsor Yao smiled brightly, almost saying, ’Are you also here for the examination?’ Her mind suddenly turned, covering her mouth and whispering in surprise, "Are you the resurrected Ying Jiu?"

Who the heck resurrected?

She stared blankly at Windsor Yao, "Who died?"

Windsor Yao: "Ying...uh."

The boy’s alluring fox eyes narrowed slightly, a thin mist of coolness mixed with a hint of hostility brewed beneath his eyes, making Windsor Yao suddenly feel a chill on her head, hastily choking back the last word.

At this moment, the others also realized.

So this was the famous Miss Nine of the Ying Family!

But, wasn’t it said she died last year?

While others were puzzled by how Rong Zhi was still alive, someone couldn’t resist bursting forward, restraining her anger, gritting her teeth, "You have the nerve to come here, trash of the Ying Family!"

Windsor Yao quickly pulled her back, facing the furious girl. She frowned, "Qianlai, you’ve already passed the examination, what are you doing here?"

"Does Miss need to report to you wherever I go?" Qianlai retorted bluntly.

The power of Duke Lai De, passed down to Windsor Yao’s father’s generation, had practically been stripped by the royal family, leaving very few industries under their control, making them inherently weaker than the much more assertive McFerson.