The Undercover Heir is Actually Tycoon's Secret Girlfriend-Chapter 440 - 358

Rong Zhi felt slightly relieved.

She stayed in Zishu Ning’s room until the fever subsided before leaving.

When Bai Su climbed in through the window to find her that night, she deliberately lifted her hair in front of him to show him the rune.

Just as Zishu Ning had said, Bai Su didn’t notice at all.

The two stayed in Four Directions County for another two days before packing their bags to return to Beijing.

Rong Jiazze, after finishing his coursework for the day, ran to the backyard to find her, displaying the new array he had learned for her to see.

"Brother, when I finish the year-end exams this year, can I visit you in Beijing?" He arranged the Star Stone, albeit not very skillfully.

[[[[[[]]][[[It’s me again]]]]][[[]]]

In the early hours, at the Mingdian Club.

Zhou Xiang was staggering, supported by a waiter. Just over forty years old, he was already potbellied, his face shiny with grease, reeking of alcohol.

He got into the car, holding a girl young enough to be his daughter.

Inside the car, Zhou Xiang couldn’t hold back, groping the girl all over. The girl didn’t resist, simply leaning into him.

Zhou Xiang’s driver was all too familiar with the scene, and had no intention of turning around.

Halfway through the drive, as they passed along a relatively deserted alleyway, the driver suddenly braked the car.

At that moment, Zhou Xiang was desperate to get it on with the girl right there, so the driver’s stop greatly irked him.

"What are you stopping for? Keep driving!"

The driver, fearing Zhou Xiang’s anger, dared not retort, meekly saying, "There’s a car blocking the way up ahead."

With the high beam on, even the bleary-eyed Zhou Xiang could clearly see the ordinary sedan that just happened to block the narrow path completely.

"Damn it!"

He cursed, feeling something was amiss, but with his thoughts controlled by desire, the notion vanished as quickly as it arose.

After cursing, he pointed at the car and demanded, "Aren’t you gonna go check it out?!"

The driver shrank back, dejectedly got out of the car.

He circled the sedan, walking from the back to the front, peering inside through the car window, "There’s someone—"

"Thud!"

A muffled sound cut off his words, and the driver flopped to the ground, eyes rolled back, unconscious.

Inside the car.

Impatient with the driver’s absence, Zhou Xiang’s patience had reached its limit.

He pushed the girl off him and stormed out of the car.

He was determined to find out what kind of fool dared block his path!

The sedan’s windows were coated with anti-peep film, obscuring any view inside. Enraged, Zhou Xiang kicked at the car door in his intoxicated state.

"Get the hell out here!"

"Come out!"

In the overly silent night, his voice echoed through the alley.

"Looking for me?"

Just as Zhou Xiang was about to pick up a stone by the road to smash the window, a raspy and dreamy voice interrupted him from above, carrying a hint of amusement.

Zhou Xiang jerked his head upwards, immediately spotting a pair of long legs clad in short boots and black cargo pants dangling in mid-air.

A nearly two-meter-high wall stood next to the alley, and there he was, sitting on the broken end of the wall, in a dark blue hoodie, almost blending into the night sky.

Zhou Xiang took two steps back, sobered up considerably.

The man pushed off against the wall, jumping down silently with skilled and swift ease.

Zhou Xiang watched him warily, "Who are you?!"

Now fully sober, all his senses were on high alert, but the sedan effectively blocked his retreat, leaving him trapped.

The man lifted his head.

Beneath the loose hood was an overly exquisite and stunning face.

The moonlight grazed his cheeks, dusting them with a thin layer of silver, enveloping his absurdly handsome brows and eyes, like a celestial being stepping through mist, disturbing the mundane world.