The Undercover Heir is Actually Tycoon's Secret Girlfriend-Chapter 395 - 313

Muse Club.

Chi Lele was engrossed in reading a novel at the booth when someone suddenly slapped his shoulder, causing him to raise his voice in annoyance: "Shang Xing, what are you doing?!"

Shang Xing shoved his lit phone screen toward him, then pointed at Si Raojing, who was surrounded by several beauties drinking, and asked: "What were you up to with Brother Jing last night? The previous poster has made another post again."

Amidst the deafening sound, Chi Lele couldn’t really hear what Shang Xing was saying.

He could only squint his eyes to get close to the screen, and after seeing the content clearly, he frowned and cursed: "What’s going on, I’ve already cleared it up using Brother Jing’s account, why is there another post?"

"Posted again, sounds credible. If I didn’t know Brother Jing doesn’t like Rong Zhi, I would’ve almost believed it." Shang Xing said.

He clicked into the post which was on the school’s forum.

After Li Yan clarified and apologized that day, the buzz around her post had subsided a bit, but not long after, a set of clearer photos was revealed.

Taking pictures consecutively, they were straight-up close-ups.

In the photos, Rong Zhi and Si Raojing’s extremely intimate gestures were visible to the naked eye.

Back then, when Si Raojing stood up to clarify, it was also treated as flirting, plus a move to protect secrets.

Even Li Yan, who was chastised, stood up at that time, releasing a few photos of herself, all showing wounds, bloody and frightening to look at.

Her accusations were insinuating—

[I’ve already apologized, why won’t you let me go, do you really want me dead?] 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

All the students instantly recalled that threatening remark Si Raojing made before and speculated if she was being retaliated against.

"Who the hell has nothing better to do," even normally good-tempered Chi Lele couldn’t hold back, "go find Brother Jing, and ask him what’s going on."

Shang Xing went over, pulling away a beauty clinging to Si Raojing’s leg, "Miss, I have something to discuss with him, you can arrange to meet him later."

The originally annoyed beauty turned her head to find another handsome man, instantly blushed, smiled and winked charmingly, "Alright, alright."

Si Raojing was sitting in the booth, his long legs crossed, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, smoking absentmindedly, his handsome face shrouded in smoke, appearing slightly dreamy.

He glanced at Shang Xing, frowned in displeasure, and said: "Speak if you have a matter, scram if not."

"Does it count as a matter if it’s about Rong Xiaocao?" Shang Xing cheekily tossed the phone onto his lap, "A beautiful debt, Brother Jing."

Si Raojing recoiled to evade the phone, his face darkening, "Are you out of your mind?"

Shang Xing crossed his arms, showing no fear.

Si Raojing squinted his eyes slightly, wanting to toss the phone back in retaliation, but then picked it up to see the content, his lips around the cigarette pursing slightly, "Is Li Yan, that nutcase, stupid?"

He had his own way of reprimanding people, if it was done so blatantly, he’d get caught and thrown in jail.

Shang Xing: "What’s the plan now?"

"What’s the plan?" Si Raojing took a puff and slowly exhaled, his handsome eyebrows tinged with a hint of ruthlessness, "Go clean up the mess, what else can we do."

He finished speaking, smoothly flicked the cigarette butt into the liquor, pulled up his school jacket and draped it loosely on his shoulder, and strolled out with one hand in his pocket.

Shang Xing and Chi Lele quickly followed.

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When Rong Zhi met them in a dim alley, Si Raojing was stepping on Li Yan’s back, Li Yan’s face was being rubbed against the concrete ground, still begging for mercy.

Her eyebrows remained unmoved, looking at Si Raojing: "You called me over just to see you bullying a schoolmate?"

"Just disciplining some trash who doesn’t know when to shut up." Si Raojing moved his leg away, signaled Shang Xing and the others to drag the half-dead Li Yan away.

Rong Zhi pursed her lips slightly, "What?"

Si Raojing, seeing her like this, realized she knew nothing, feeling a mix of emotions, he clicked his tongue lightly, tousled his messy hair, and let out a mocking laugh, "I’m hurt."