Chapter 282: Chapter 282

He had to steady his mind and replied, "At the company."

Rong Zhi nodded, his voice still calm and collected, "Got it."

Just... just like that?

Not asking a few more questions?

Ying Ji was a bit confused. He turned his head to glance at Bai Su’s wound, Demmi was still helping him wrap the gauze, his thin and shapely arm wrapped layer by layer, with a little blood seeping out, staining the freshly wrapped gauze.

He still remembered when Bai Su took off that dirty shirt, his entire arm was covered in blood, clearly a wound from a sharp object, the torn flesh revealing the faintly visible white bone beneath, just looking at it made one feel how painful it must be.

Ying Ji furrowed his brow, "Little Nine, he..."

"It’s fine." Rong Zhi casually waved his hand, walked over to have Demmi hand over the bandage to him, then pressed directly on the injured man’s arm.

Bai Su immediately muffled a groan, his thin lips turning even paler.

Demmi: "Miss Nine, what are you doing?!"

How could she press on someone’s wound like that for no reason??

Rong Zhi fiddled with the medicines in the nearby medical kit, picking out what she needed, speaking without looking up, "The pain needs to be remembered."

Demmi did not understand, but Ying Ji did.

She was chastising Bai Su for acting recklessly, knowing it was dangerous but still rushing in mindlessly, getting himself injured, he deserved it.

Ying Ji was silent for two seconds, feeling a bit unsettled inside.

It was clearly he who sent Bai Su to the most chaotic battle area, yet in the end, he felt a bit sorry for Bai Su.

But he, as an elder, could not intervene in their matters, so he restrained his emotions and let Demmi leave with him first.

When everyone left, Rong Zhi happened to unwrap the bloodstained bandage, revealing the wound inside. Her eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and she said nothing, using the medicated solution to clean it first.

The man above, suppressing his groans, made a muffled sound, his expression unchanged as she skillfully and cruelly applied the antiseptic to the almost exposed bone.

Jiang Gujun, who had all along acted like an invisible man, shivered suddenly.

Just looking at it seemed incredibly painful!

Before he could continue, the youth’s sharp, bright fox-like eyes swept over, his cold and unfeeling expression made his heart skip a beat, covering his mouth and making a zipping motion.

Jiang Gujun looked up at the sky, silently praying for Bai Su, wishing him good luck!

Bai Su pinched the youth’s white and tender earlobe with his long, beautiful hand, rubbing it as he slightly lowered his peach blossom eyes, the rippling spring water in his eyes flashing, he pursed his pale lips, speaking with a touch of resentment, "Gently, little one, I’m in pain..."

Rong Zhi finished applying the medicine and bandaging without even sparing him a glance, got up straight and went to wash her hands.

Bai Su’s eyes followed her movement, already having thought of countless excuses in his mind, yet as soon as the youth washed her hands, she turned and left the room, leaving the two men dumbfounded in place.

Jiang Gujun rubbed his hands, "Mr. Su, won’t Mr. Rong really be angry?"

Bai Su’s eyes darkened slightly, lifting his leg to kick him, "Get lost."

The pain in his kicked thigh made Jiang Gujun grimace, rubbing his leg, "Can’t bully Mr. Rong so bullying me, Mr. Su, you’re such a soft bully!"

Ying Ji verified the goods Bai Su brought back, confirming that nothing was missing, feeling all the more nuanced.

Just then, the study room door was knocked, and he raised his voice to let them in.

The youth, having removed his jacket and only wearing a black shirt, the sleeves neatly rolled up two inches, revealing beautifully lined wrists, held a piece of paper with his slim and fair fingers, the rounded fingertips gently holding it.

"Little Nine." Ying Ji smiled.

"This is the list of goods McFerson seized." Rong Zhi pushed the paper to him and then sat down, crossing her legs casually, resting one hand on her knee, and spoke unhurriedly, "What does Father think?"

Ying Ji did not expect her to look into this, paused for a moment, and then picked up the list to look carefully. In fact, he already knew how many goods McFerson had seized and hadn’t gone to confront him since he understood that the Royal Family may not necessarily take their side if things escalated now.

Since last year when Rong Zhi wanted to take a break, on the Ying Family side, only Ying Zhao Yuan was left researching perfume, and everyone else had to focus on other work. After Ying Zhao Yuan fell ill, people in the upper circles saw the Ying Family’s decline and gradually distanced themselves.

Ying Ji thought the situation was normal, and if it were him, he would have made the same choice.

The Royal Family, on the other hand, began to favor McFerson, who had recently gained great fame internationally, as they couldn’t produce a satisfactory perfume.

In the end, it’s all about interests.

Ying Ji was silent for a moment, then said, "Of course, we want them back. McFerson’s thievery is utterly disgraceful."

Rong Zhi nodded; she knew Ying Ji was not someone who would easily give up.

"Has Father considered making a deal with McFerson?"

Ying Ji: "What kind of deal?"

A few days ago, Angduo injured Ying Cenchuan at the checkpoint and was dealt with by Rong Zhi before being brought back. Now he’s under house arrest in a room, with Ying Yunlin watching him, and Ying Ji hadn’t intervened.

He almost forgot about this person.

Rong Zhi continued leisurely, "We can trade Angduo with them."

Hand over the goods for the person.

After all, since McFerson acted without honor first, why should they act with kindness?

Ying Ji hadn’t thought of this before, but now reminded by Rong Zhi, he pondered for a few seconds and then decisively agreed.

"Alright, we’ll do as you suggested."

They weren’t afraid of McFerson refusing. As long as Angduo was with the Ying Family for one more day, McFerson would eventually come asking for him. Thɪs chapter is updated by novel⚑fire.net

After discussing business, Ying Ji hesitated for a moment, recalling the situation in the room earlier, and asked softly, "That... Bai, cough, how is Bai Su?"

As soon as he spoke, he saw Rong Zhi’s face visibly darken.

She leaned back leisurely, her posture casual and lazy, "He won’t die."

He just couldn’t understand how he hadn’t noticed such a cold side to Little Nine.

But as Bai Su’s injury was half his fault, Ying Ji could only cough lightly, frowning as he said, "Don’t speak like that, he did help us. I checked all the goods, and none of them were missing. That kid does have some skills."

Rong Zhi’s lips curled playfully, her tone slightly lifted, "Does Father think he’s good?"

Ying Ji blurted out, "I didn’t say that!"

Rong Zhi nodded slowly, "Then he’s not good."

Ying Ji: I didn’t say that, don’t say such things.

Once she had teased Ying Ji enough, she tapped her forehead with her fingers, her fox-like eyes curving with a slight arc, a smile not reaching her eyes, "I’ll be going first."

She nodded slightly to Ying Ji and got up to leave the room.

Behind her, Ying Ji frowned with great entanglement, unsure whether to be glad that Rong Zhi did not like Bai Su that much or to feel sorry for Bai Su.

Ying Cenchuan had been nursing his wound for two days and was almost recovered, ready to go back to work at the company. He turned to see a gracefully long figure coming down from upstairs and said smoothly, "Is your hand better?"

Bai Su moved his arm to indicate it was okay, and Ying Cenchuan nodded, then changed the subject, "Still no response from Little Nine?"

It had been several days since Bai Su was injured. Rong Zhi was either in the study reading or in the aroma room crafting perfumes, appearing only at mealtimes and rarely returning to her room.

Bai Su had spent two nights guarding an empty room.