Chapter 300: Chapter 300
"You’ve broken your fever. Rest a bit more, and you’ll recover by tomorrow."
A soft sigh fell from above, and Rong Zhi opened her eyes.
She was met with a pair of gentle, affectionate almond eyes, and she paused, "Back already?"
"Hmm," Bai Su lowered his gaze, a mix of tenderness between his brows. His long fingers gently traced the girl’s delicate features, drawing softly and lovingly: "Sleep, I’m right here."
Rong Zhi resisted the itch on her brow, nodded weakly, and closed her eyes to sleep.
Bai Su sat by the bed, accompanying her.
Until the next day, when the sun pulled open the night curtain and spread warm sunlight over the sky-blue sheets, like stars dancing.
Rong Zhi fumbled around the bedside, unable to find it after a long search. A bit of weight pressed on her arm, and the person behind her pulled the blanket over her as the ringing stopped.
The man’s voice was laced with the huskiness of just waking, deep like a musical note, lazy and carefree.
Rong Zhi burrowed further under the blanket, figuring there was someone to answer the call, so she remained still.
The gentle voice behind her, to her, was akin to a lullaby.
After a while, just as she was about to drift off again, the person cinched the blanket tighter, hugged her waist from behind, and pulled her towards a source of warmth.
"Stop it," she murmured softly. Her voice was light and gentle, obediently tender. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on novel·fire·net
Bai Su’s lips curled up slightly, as he tightened his grip a little, saying, "The race team asked why you haven’t shown up. I told them you’re resting."
Rong Zhi softly acknowledged with a hum.
Bai Su waited for a while without hearing another word, looked down, and found she had fallen asleep again.
Resigned yet amused, he gently massaged some pressure points on her back.
They say girls often feel back pain during their period, so he had learned some relief techniques, which came in handy now.
Once he confirmed she was still asleep after a long while, he brushed aside the strands of hair on her forehead, touched her forehead, got up to fetch a towel to wipe her face and back.
After busying himself for a while, he finally went downstairs.
At noon, Rong Zhi sat before the dining table, gazing expressionlessly at the dark, fragrant soup noodles before her.
"Zhi Zhi, there’s red date sugar, glutinous rice crisp..."
Rong Zhi softly interrupted Fu Xixiao, took the porcelain bowl, and finished it in one go.
It was indeed the soup Bai Su had cooked, likely using the recipe from her own book on warming and nourishing medicine. She had intended it for Fu Yaoyao, but Fu Yaoyao was healthy, so it ended up being used for her.
Fu Xixiao watched her lips, which were pale and bloodless, and felt a pang of heartache.
Bai Su, having arrived at the dining room at some point, lightly laughed, "Ying Yunlin has woken up. Do you want to go look?"
"Oh, right, right, the second one just woke up!" Fu Xixiao hurriedly turned and left the dining room.
Rong Zhi pursed her lips, her whole body weakening, her mouth bitter. She didn’t want to speak.
Thinking about the upcoming medicinal meal, although beneficial for her body, made her feel sluggish.
Suddenly, a sweet scent filled her breath.
She lifted her gaze, her face remaining calm as she looked at the red date sugar before her.
"Sweetheart, have a piece of candy to sweeten your mouth." The man’s voice coaxed gently.
Rong Zhi remained expressionless, "...I’m nineteen this year."
The year had passed; she was no longer a child. He shouldn’t coax her .
Bai Su understood her meaning, chuckled softly, "I’m six years older than you. To me, you’ll always be a child."
Rong Zhi swept her gaze across his face, slowly uttering an ’ah’, dragging out a teasing tone, "An old man?"
He directly moved the red date sugar closer to the youth’s mouth, "Alright, give uncle a little face?"
Rong Zhi murmured with a hint of stubbornness.
But she still obediently opened her mouth, biting into the overly sweet candy.
The outer sugar shell broke open, and the red date inside was sweet, dispelling the bitterness of the medicine in her mouth.
Rong Zhi, slightly satisfied, squinted her eyes.
Perhaps due to her menstrual cycle, the iciness she often wore melted a little, showing a side akin to a kitten receiving its favorite treat, feeling comfortable and content, soft and kittenish.
It made one want to pet her.
With such thoughts, Young Master Bai couldn’t resist and reached out, his long, handsome fingers threading through the youth’s slightly long hair, patting her head like petting a kitten.
Rong Zhi was momentarily stunned from the pats, cheeks puffed adorably as she held the candy in her mouth.
Bai Su couldn’t hold back again.
Rong Zhi remained unfazed, "...Bai Su."
Did he want to pet her bald?
Bai Su laughed gently, withdrawing his hand, pinching her soft cheek, his voice low and enticing, "Gentler next time."
Just because she had a fever didn’t mean she was muddled.
And Ying Zhao Yuan, who happened to pass by the dining room: "..."
What kind of wild words were these?!
Bai Su still had official work to attend to. The Royal Family already knew he was in O State and had been persistently requesting meetings. After petting Rong Zhi, he left with Jiang Gujun, taking the rare step of entrusting Fu Jinyi to take good care of Rong Zhi before leaving.
Fu Jinyi nodded repeatedly.
Rong Zhi nestled in bed, writing perfume formulas.
Fu Jinyi, after peeling fruit for her, pondered for a moment and asked, "Why didn’t you expose me yesterday?"
Rong Zhi held a stylus, jotting down fragrance notes on her electronic plan. At the question, she turned her eyes slightly and said softly, "Because it’s pointless."
Could it be like that?
Rong Zhi offered no further explanation.
Exposing Fu Jinyi gained her nothing, especially since they weren’t even close. She had no time to bother with others’ privacy or interests.
Fu Jinyi silently contemplated her words, eventually relaxing with a relieved smile, "Zhi Zhi, can I call you that? You’re really different from anyone else I know."
The youth should’ve been indifferent and unemotional, yet when she stood at the bar’s edge during the performance, she was dazzling and bright, even making her heart flutter.
Rong Zhi: "As you wish."
Fu Jinyi smiled broadly.
When focused on one thing, Rong Zhi often lost track of time. When her body subtly signaled fatigue, she rubbed her temples, closed her eyes to rest.
The afternoon quickly passed, and after her night routine, Rong Zhi left the light on for Bai Su and went to bed.
Bai Su, entering quietly, reached for the light switch, only to encounter warmth with his hand.
He softly asked, "Sweetheart?"
Warm breaths grazed his hand, and sensing something amiss, Bai Su swiftly turned on the lights. The room lit up, revealing a girl in silk pajamas, her cheeks vividly flushed, eyes filled with captivating allure standing before him.
Bai Su’s face turned cold, exuding a chill of restrained anger. He pulled the door wide, stepping back to avoid her approach, and said icily, "Get out."
Fu Shan An’s fingers paused slightly, the heat coursing through her burning away her reason. Any embarrassment vanished, leaving her with only the vision of the elegant man before her.
With a suppressed moan, she tried reaching for his arm, "Mr. Bai, I’m so hot... Please, help me..."
Bai Su’s eyes were like frozen ice, unmoved by her seduction.