The Undercover Heir is Actually Tycoon's Secret Girlfriend-Chapter 409 - 327

Unfortunately, Bai Su ended up not succeeding.

Rong Zhi completely woke up the moment he pressed down. She didn’t quite remember what she did, but facing his slightly deep-looking peach blossom eyes, she pursed her lips and pushed him away:

"I have something to do today."

Today, she needed to inspect Ying Hengxiang and Pei Su’s schoolwork; she didn’t have time to mess around with Bai Su.

Bai Su let out a silent laugh and rubbed his lips against hers: "Flirting and then running away, you’re really heartless."

"Go take another shower."

As Rong Zhi spoke, she suddenly bent her knee and struck his waist and abdomen with a not-too-strong force, kicking him to the side.

Bai Su didn’t expect this move from her, and a subtle pain suddenly emerged in his abdomen. He tumbled onto the bed, sprawling spread-eagle, and glanced at the girl who had already gotten out of bed, sighing heavily.

The instigator was now brushing back her long hair, the raven-blue strands tangled into a mess, casting faint shadows on her cheeks.

Bai Su lay there, and from this angle, he could see everything she did. Unintentionally, he glanced at certain parts and covered his mouth in a silent laugh.

He rubbed his no longer painful abdomen and propped himself up on the bed: "I’ll help you tie it."

Rong Zhi casually picked up a hair tie from the bedside table and tossed it to him.

As she went downstairs, she had switched to a white shirt and black pants, her hair gathered into a low ponytail with two locks casually hanging by her temples, looking relaxed and carefree.

A few people were sitting in the dining room; Ying Hengyu had been training with Ying Yunlin and the others lately, and was up very early.

Rong Zhi put a piece of toast in her mouth and walked to the back garden; she had just received a message saying Pei Su wanted to talk to her.

Once she reached the back garden, Rong Zhi glanced around, finding it in a mess.

Although there were traces of cleaning on the ground, the shattered flower pots and the herbs buried in a heap of soil still revealed a dire situation.

"...I came to water earlier and it was already like this. Several pots of May Flower are broken; Uncle Xu just brought them back a couple of days ago. He’ll definitely be angry if he finds out."

The May Flower that Pei Su mentioned was among the herbs most severely damaged, transported from Luoxia Town to Beijing by Xu Ningxing for new drug research.

May Flower is difficult to grow and care for; Xu Ningxing had spent years cultivating them to yield this much.

Rong Zhi’s face showed a moment of displeasure as she coldly asked, "Who was the last to leave last night?"

Pei Su pondered for a few seconds before giving an answer: "It was Ying Hengxiang; he’s been busy with assessments and has been observing here all the time."

The back garden housed many rare herbs, any random pot taken out for auction would start at six figures, so people in the villa normally stayed away for fear of damaging something they couldn’t afford to compensate for.

Who would have thought it was her own student who stumbled this time.

Rong Zhi was speechless for a while before she gestured Pei Su to go fetch Ying Hengxiang, while she messaged Xu Ningxing to explain the situation.

Xu Ningxing arrived quickly, and upon abruptly witnessing his May Flowers shattered and scattered, his pupils constricted rapidly, his usually indifferent expression shattered.

"Who did this?"

He enunciated each word, his fury evident.

Rong Zhi gently patted his shoulder in an attempt to comfort him.

As Ying Hengxiang entered the back garden, this was the scene he saw. He looked around at the mess, his eyes flickering slightly, but he still apologized honestly: "Sorry, I accidentally..."

"Can this be solved with just an ’accident’?"

Xu Ningxing immediately cut him off; he rarely lost his temper, often appearing quite easygoing. But now, with a somber face, his cold glance at Ying Hengxiang even made Pei Su reluctant to approach.

Ying Hengxiang’s hand dropped at his side, immediately clutching the edge of his pants; from the guilt lingering from last night’s incident to this morning, Xu Ningxing’s scolding dispersed it somewhat.

"My apologies," he calmly stated, "You can first calculate a price; I’ll compensate."