Chapter 284: Chapter 284

In the end, under Qianlai’s cursing, both sides perfectly reached a deal.

McFurn exchanged six hundred million and compensation for all spices for the dying Angduo.

Angduo had already been half-dead before being locked in the room by Rong Zhi. Afterwards, Demmi treated him, but he wasn’t cooperative, even causing a suicide scene to force Ying Family to release him.

It’s a pity that Ying Yunlin did not buy it at all; you can make a fuss as much as you want, but if I let you go, I lose.

Ying Yunlin even went as far as not feeding Angduo properly to prevent him from causing trouble and to save rations.

Seeing Angduo unable to walk without support, Qianlai was so furious she saw black spots before her eyes. She pointed at the young man and cursed angrily, but as she uttered two curses, a snowball flew out of nowhere straight into her mouth, blocking all her noise.

Taking advantage of her momentary silence, Ying Yunlin kicked Angduo and chased this troublesome group away.

Rong Zhi paused, glimpsing at the man beside her from the corner of her eye.

If she weren’t mistaken, that snowball just flew out from this direction, right?

After resolving the McFerson issue, Rong Zhi rubbed her temples tiredly. Ying Cenchuan looked at her with concern and asked, "Are you okay?"

She nodded, took out her phone, and while operating it, said, "I’ve sent you a few formulas to test; have them try making them later."

She’s been locked in the aroma room these past two days, solely researching new formulas.

Ying Cenchuan’s eyes lit up; he barely managed to contain his excitement, then whispered, "Alright! I’ll go have a meeting with the development department right away."

With that, he rushed off.

Rong Zhi received a notification from the Perfumer Association; her test results were out and she needed to check them.

Turning around to go upstairs, Bai Su hesitated behind her, but then heard Rong Zhi say, "Weren’t you going out?"

Joy flashed in Bai Su’s eyes, but he was afraid of overreacting, so he coughed lightly and smiled lightly, "Going out later won’t be too late."

As he said that, he strode and caught up with Rong Zhi.

The two walked one after the other, keeping a slight distance between them, and once inside the room, Rong Zhi suddenly remembered she forgot something downstairs. She turned, intending to leave, but unexpectedly collided with the person behind her.

More accurately, she crashed into his embrace.

The cool peppermint and woody scents intertwined, rough denim jacket textures, and the metallic button pricked her cheek painfully.

This collision left Rong Zhi bewildered for two seconds.

She didn’t immediately get up from his embrace, while the person she collided with abruptly panicked, lightly raising her face with his hand, "Are you okay? Did it hurt?"

Rong Zhi shook her head, "No."

She wasn’t a fragile doll made of glass; she wasn’t that delicate.

"Your face is red, yet you say you’re fine."

Bai Su immediately picked her up horizontally, kicked the room door shut, and settled her on the bed, looking for the medicine box in the room.

He shouldn’t have worn that jacket; he would throw it away later.

Rong Zhi’s left cheek was only slightly red, not serious at all, and would fade in two minutes, yet Bai Su made a fuss, insisting on applying medicine for her, and waiting for the redness to dissipate completely before he felt reassured.

There was no sound for a while.

Rong Zhi slightly raised her brows.

At that moment, the man lowered his head.

He immediately let out a silent laugh, holding her face, his nose tip touching hers, "Don’t be mad, okay?"

As the distance closed, their breaths mixed; if Rong Zhi spoke, her lips would brush against his.

Therefore, she had to remain silent.

Bai Su slightly backed away, but his body wouldn’t allow it, still pressing her front.

Rong Zhi’s eyelashes trembled slightly: "I’m not mad."

It sounded like a couple fighting. The difference was, other girlfriends were really mad, while she only felt helpless.

Bai Su hugged her waist, his palm feeling her uneven skin, yet he leisurely rubbed it.

"Uncle asked me to help; it was my responsibility."

He spoke patiently, "Those people likely recognized me, which is why they struck here."

Rong Zhi’s face remained expressionless: "You could have dodged."

He only wanted the Ying Family to see his sincerity and determination, then they would trust him with Rong Zhi.

So, when those people attacked, he didn’t dodge, nor could he escape.

The nerve damage in his right hand slowed his shooting and punching, although his left hand was functional, but less nimble and convenient than his right hand.

Moreover, getting injured to gain the Ying Family’s trust was worthwhile to him.

Except he didn’t expect her to be mad.

Rong Zhi pursed her lips, lightly opening them, "I wish it hurt you to death."

She looked directly at him, her fox-like eyes as dark as ink shrouded in a light mist, making his heart tighten.

Failed, he sighed, lowered his head, burying it in her bare neck.

His voice was muffled, lips brushing her neck as he spoke, adding some ambiguous emotion: "As long as you’re happy, I’m fine with anything, even dying from pain."

Rong Zhi pushed his shoulder, unable to move him.

"Let go, I have things to do."

Bai Su acted like a stubborn kid, holding onto his beloved doll, "I won’t let go."

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Bai Su’s hand that was resting on her waist moved, his fingertip traced her lower back, slowly drawing circles, very earnestly counting, "Same age as you, three years old this year."

She pulled his hand away, almost laughing.

Such shameless words, yet this twenty-four-year-old man managed to say them.

Then again, he had given up on saving face, so there was nothing he couldn’t say.

Bai Su allowed her disdain, lightly biting the skin on her neck in front of him: "Whether you think I am manipulative and cunning or have outbursts, whether you want to beat or kill me, I willingly accept it."

He exhaled warmly, gently hot.

"Just don’t ignore me."

He was genuine in his words, and Rong Zhi wasn’t mad to begin with. She sighed inwardly, her eyes showing some helplessness.

She rubbed his short black hair, making her palm itch.

Bai Su tightly wrapped his arms around her, unwilling to let go.

Canvas shoes stepped silently on the smooth marble floor.

Only eight people who passed the assessment were in the hall, Windsor Yao caught a scent of sandalwood perfume, and joy spread over her brows as she turned to look beside her.

"Ying Jiu! You’re here!"

Her shout drew the attention of the other seven people.

Rong Zhi responded faintly.

Everyone’s expressions varied, but none dared to look directly into her eyes.

Windsor Yao changed into a purple coat today that matched her purple eyes, only the young boy’s gaze seemed much less focused on her.

Last time when she was beside Rong Zhi, he looked at her quite a bit.

Windsor Yao couldn’t figure it out and didn’t want to dwell on it, pulling Rong Zhi to talk about the exam results.

"Earlier, I heard Teacher Tang Qie say you need to retake it, I wonder if it’s true, and also," she pointed, "Chen Tian dares to come too."

A bit further away, Chen Tian stood straight, separated from everyone, silent.

Rong Zhi glanced and looked away, responding blandly.

Windsor Yao: "Once the exam results are announced, I’ll help you confront her."

It was obviously Chen Tian who proposed the bet, but she was unwilling to fulfill it now. Windsor Yao deeply despised Chen Tian for it.

Daring to act but not to take responsibility.

Chen Tian secretly clenched her fists.