The Undercover Heir is Actually Tycoon's Secret Girlfriend-Chapter 425 - 343

The night sky sparkles with stars.

After taking a shower, Rong Zhi tried to take off the bracelet on her wrist and then opened the window to look into the distance.

She lived in the backyard of the Yan Mansion, surrounded by the female members of the Yan Family, but currently, there was no one else besides her.

According to Yan Qique’s explanation, it was because there were very few girls in their generation, leaving only the older generation living outside.

Looking out, the originally clear night sky was shrouded in a layer of untouchable thick mist, and when she reached out into the mist, her forearm simply disappeared.

Rong Zhi blinked; she could feel the presence of her arm, but just couldn’t see it.

After putting the bracelet back on, the mist vanished again.

This feeling was somewhat novel, as if she had ventured into some mysterious territory, where everything was unfamiliar and unknown, challenging the understanding she had gained in the previous nineteen years.

After playing around for a while, feeling rather bored, Rong Zhi closed the window and went to sleep. Yan Qique had strictly forbidden Bai Su from entering her place, so she wasn’t worried that some lousy man would climb over the wall in the middle of the night.

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The next morning, Rong Zhi got up, washed up, and went out. She had roughly memorized her route upon arrival and followed the direction towards the front yard. Along the way, there were employees hired by the Yan Mansion greeting her.

She looked at the slightly old-fashioned attire on them, always having an illusion of time travel, as if time here had become a different unit of measurement, and even the air was slow-paced.

Just before reaching the front door, she heard a low male voice coming from the large front courtyard, reciting something in a precise and correct manner. She couldn’t quite understand it, mainly because his speaking tone was very strange.

Just like that sentence Bai Su said last night.

But she instantly recognized the voice, carrying a special raspy tone, slightly immature.

"...Older brother."

After finishing his daily lessons, the young boy eagerly looked at Yan Qique and asked, "Did sister reach the Four Directions County?"

Yan Qique followed the law he described, dipped his fingertips in tea water, drew a symbol array on the golden silk nanmu table, and then placed a Star Stone on it. In his eyes, the array suddenly bloomed with dazzling golden light, which was very intense.

He moved the Star Stone to the next position, nodded upon hearing the question, "She arrived last night, now..."

The Star Stone moved position, the golden light suddenly dimmed, followed by a blue light emerging, replacing the gold.

"She’s here."

Rong Jiazze suddenly stood up: "?!"

Rong Zhi was nearby?

His gaze immediately began searching around the area, and Yan Qique quietly reminded him, "Haven’t you learned the law of finding directions long ago? Why can’t you use it?"

Rong Jiazze slowly responded with an "Ah."

So, this was setting up an examination question.

He immediately murmured the law in his heart, carefully deduced, and his eyes instantly brightened, turning around and running directly towards the southwest direction of the large courtyard.

"Sister——"

The girl hidden behind the beam was hugged tightly.

After not seeing each other for half a year, the young boy had grown to roughly chest height, the force of the collision was unrestrained due to his overwhelming longing, causing her to stagger a half step back.

Rong Zhi placed her hands on his shoulders, steadied her stance, gently rubbed his head, and said in a low voice, "How old are you, still so reckless."

Completely in the tone of an elder admonishing a junior, but Rong Jiazze listened with tearful eyes, chest feeling a sour and bloated.

In the family, he was always well-behaved and diligent, hardly causing elders any concern. Therefore, the elders never used such a tone with him; after so long, hearing her voice saying such words, he couldn’t help but feel emotionally overwhelmed.

Tears were smeared on Rong Zhi’s shirt, as he hugged her, suppressing his sobbing voice to express longing, "I missed you so much."

"Hmm." Rong Zhi responded softly, letting him rub his tears on her.

Yan Qique watched while holding his tea; he didn’t mind Rong Jiazze relying on Rong Zhi. Gratitude reciprocation was a rule of the Yan Family. If Rong Jiazze were indifferent to his benefactor, that would merit punishment.