The Undercover Heir is Actually Tycoon's Secret Girlfriend-Chapter 413 - 331

Blood mixed with rainwater dripped into the soil.

He was clearly trembling in pain, yet still smiled with a roguish air.

Rong Zhi’s gaze moved from her hand to his face and, after a moment of silence, she passed the umbrella towards him, but the person receiving it was Shang Xing.

Si Raojing tugged at his lips and slowly closed his eyes, completely losing consciousness.

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Rong Zhi lowered her baseball cap, revealing only her delicate lower face. She ran all the way to the school gate and saw the SUV with its hazard lights flashing on the roadside.

She had just contacted the hospital, and Shang Xing with the others would take Si Raojing there where immediate treatment would be provided, so she didn’t need to oversee it.

After getting in the car, Rong Zhi removed her baseball cap and tossed it to the back seat. Water droplets flowed down her cheek, her wet hair clinging to her temples, highlighting her fair and distinct complexion.

Bai Su noticed this and furrowed his elegant brows slightly, "Did I forget to prepare an umbrella?"

The weather forecast said it would rain these days, and before she went out every day, he would check her backpack to see if it had everything. He remembered before leaving, he even deliberately placed the umbrella in a spot easy to reach.

Could it be misplaced?

Rong Zhi pulled out a towel from the storage compartment, wiping her hair with one hand and dialing Teacher Mao’s phone with the other, shaking her head at Bai Su’s comment, "No, I borrowed it to a classmate on the way."

Bai Su nodded, "Give me the towel."

Rong Zhi handed it to him, and he took it to dry the wetter areas first, leaving the rest to tend to when they returned.

The phone on her thigh was soon answered, and Teacher Mao, who hadn’t slept yet at this hour, quickly asked, "What’s happened to make you call so late?"

Hope it’s not class sixteen causing trouble again.

Teacher Mao felt like he might be driven to nervous breakdown by them, never a peaceful day.

Rong Zhi replied calmly that there was nothing of that sort, and then briefly explained Si Raojing’s situation to her.

As expected, the other end fell silent, and soon Rong Zhi heard the sound of Teacher Mao pulling a chair, suggesting she was about to go out.

"Okay, I got it. I will head over to the hospital now," Teacher Mao said dully, too weary even to be angry, "He’s probably gotten into another fight, his family situation..."

Rong Zhi wasn’t interested in listening to someone else’s family background. Teacher Mao was obviously aware, quickly moving on from the topic after asking which hospital Si Raojing was at, before expressing thanks and hanging up.

Upon returning to Tingshan Villa, Teacher Mao happened to send a WeChat message.

Teacher Mao: [Thank you for helping, gosh, you see, it’s almost college entrance exams, yet there’s a father forcing his own child to...]

She sent a long series of complaints, mostly about how Si Raojing’s father wouldn’t let him focus on such a crucial time but instead go accompany him while drinking.

The Si Family had been trying to move from the black market to legitimacy in recent years, and this time Father Si managed to catch a good opportunity. The other party was a big enterprise, collaborating with them would allow success in integrating into the legitimate path.

But the company boss had an eccentricity—preferring youthful and pretty boys.

Father Si had successively found several but none satisfied the boss. The assistant of the boss then subtly suggested his son, leading Father Si to recall he had a handsome child he’d ignored for years.

Immediately, he had Si Raojing kidnapped and sent to that boss’s bed. After regaining consciousness, Si Raojing desperately fled, jumping from the fourth-floor balcony, breaking his leg, and also had aphrodisiac drugs in his system.

Rong Zhi’s fingers hovered over the screen for a while, yet did not reply.

Being in the wrong position, nothing she said would sound right.

"Sweetie."

Rong Zhi looked up.

Bai Su pinched her cheek, his thin lips curving slightly, "The bath water is ready."

"Mm."

Rong Zhi tossed aside her phone and before entering, braced one hand against the door and looked at Bai Su, frowning slightly and asking in a calm tone, "Is Yan Yue盟 in your hands?"