The Undercover Heir is Actually Tycoon's Secret Girlfriend
Chapter 107

Chapter 107: Chapter 107

The banquet won’t begin for a while, Lu Zhao takes Rong Zhi to find Rong Fangjun.

The youth’s steps are light and unhurried as he traverses the hall.

Hotel lounge.

Rong Fangjun is wearing a perfectly fitted Zhongshan suit, his face looks aged yet undiminished in sharpness, exuding a penetrating understanding of worldly affairs.

"Help me see if my collar’s crooked." Rong Fangjun raised his chin, signaling Rong Xian’an to take a look.

Rong Xian’an helplessly reached over to adjust the already perfectly straight collar once again, "Dad, it’s just an introduction banquet, no need to be so tense."

Rong Fangjun glared at him, "What do you know, only if I prioritize the third one, will those uncles in the company prioritize him."

Back when Rong Qichuo joined the company, he helped out quite a bit, along with Rong Xian’an offering guidance, Rong Qichuo actually had a smooth path, but Rong Zhi is different.

She only has me, her grandfather, paving the way.

Rong Xian’an couldn’t persuade him and could only nod.

"Knock knock"

The door was knocked.

"Come in."

Lu Zhao pushed the door open and entered.

Rong Fangjun looked up and saw the youth behind Lu Zhao, instantly breaking into a broad smile, "Third one, just in time, come go out with grandfather."

Rong Zhi responded with a hum, coming over to support Rong Fangjun as they left.

Rong Xian’an followed beside them, watching the grandfather and grandson chatting pleasantly, he wanted to speak, but waited a long time before managing to say, "The suit today looks quite nice."

Rong Zhi maintained her composed demeanor, nodding slightly.

...

At eight-thirty, the banquet officially began.

At the moment the music changed, all the guests’ gazes shifted to the entrance area, where a red carpet extended to the stage, under dazzling lights, two silhouettes slowly approached.

A steady elder was escorted by a handsome youth, their auras were completely opposite, yet both were equally striking and captivating.

Many guests began whispering.

"The Third Young Master of the Rong Family looks quite impressive, standing next to Old Sir Rong without being overshadowed, unlike the coarse and mute image previously rumored."

"Who knows if the news is true or false, over the years the other two families have had quite a few overt and covert machinations, it might be deliberate obfuscation."

"Regardless of the rumors, the Third Young Master of the Rong Family seems pretty good now."

Rong Meng wore a light pink strapless gown today, as she moved the sheer fabric behind her swayed like water, adding to her gentle and lovely appearance.

But at this moment, listening to the praises of Rong Zhi around her, her beautiful face slightly stiffened.

Her companions started teasing her.

"That’s strange, Meng Meng, aren’t you and Rong Zhi twins? How come you two don’t look alike at all?"

"Yes, yes, Meng Meng looks quite delicate, while Rong Zhi is so bold, and rather handsome too."

Rong Meng’s smile slightly paused, extremely jealous inside, but she still spoke with a gentle tone, "It’s fraternal twins... I don’t really know, after all, he hasn’t grown up in the Rong family all these years, I haven’t seen him..."

As she said this, her companions collectively recalled Rong Zhi’s background.

"Tsk, whatever, being handsome is useless without substance in elite circles."

"No wonder his aura seems a bit wild, he grew up in the countryside, that’s no surprise."

Rong Meng curled her lips into a slight smile.

Over there, Rong Fangjun and Rong Zhi had already ascended the stage.

Rong Fangjun held the microphone, quite moved, "Welcome everyone to attend my grandson’s introduction banquet..."

As he spoke, Rong Zhi stood quietly by his side, enduring the guests’ scrutinizing, inquisitive, or disdainful gazes, her expression calm, neither arrogant nor timid, causing everyone to slightly reconsider and change their impressions.

Rong Fangjun announced the start of the banquet, afterwards keeping Rong Zhi by his side to introduce her to the uncles of the Rong family.

"Third one, this is your elder uncle Rong Yun, currently the company’s financial director." Rong Fangjun pointed at the somewhat plump middle-aged man in front.

Rong Yun was older than Rong Xian’an by two years, from a different branch, and the eldest of their generation, he looked at Rong Zhi and smiled kindly, but beneath his eyes hid some disdain.

"My, the third nephew is certainly handsome, just a bit too short. Wasn’t Qichuo already over 1.85 meters tall at eighteen?"

Rong Fangjun chuckled and sighed, "This child has suffered quite a bit, when joining the company, please watch after her."

Then he led Rong Zhi towards another slightly leaner man, with a somewhat harsh-looking face, "Your third uncle, Rong Jin."

This introduction was much more brief.

Rong Zhi’s gaze lingered slightly on this third uncle for an extra two seconds, politely nodding.

Rong Jin chuckled lightly, but as he was already thin, his cheekbones appeared high when he smiled, making him look fiercer.

Obviously, he himself knew this too, so he quickly withdrew his smile and nodded towards Rong Zhi, "Good that you’ve returned, once you’re back, you can live well. Tomorrow when you join the company, uncle will help you get familiar with the situation."

He was the head of Human Resources, newcomers indeed needed to pass by him.

Rong Zhi responded with a hum, "Thank you, Third Uncle."

Beside him, Rong Yun’s gaze became even more scornful.

The newly returned nephew turns out to be quite oblivious, the most lucrative department he manages isn’t something he should seek out a connection with, instead opting to curry favor with Rong Jin who has nothing.

He pouted, seeing Rong Zhi’s gaze wasn’t on him, he bid farewell to Rong Fangjun and went to chat with business partners.

Rong Zhi was introduced to a circle of people, during which the other three major elite families of Beijing arrived except for the Bai Family.

However, they were all juniors, the elders were none of significance.

Walking around the banquet hall, Rong Zhi gained a general understanding of the Rong family’s situation.

Four words to summarize, neither here nor there.

Eighteen years ago, the Ying and Shen Families’ joint strike greatly weakened the Rong Family.

Resulting in eighteen years later, the Rong Family barely hanging at the tail end, maintaining a position among the four great families.

Rong Fangjun, feeling a bit tired, went to the lounge to rest, while Rong Zhi remained at the banquet hall, she picked up a cocktail from the table, her slender and attractive fingers lightly swirled the glass.

No wonder Rong Xian’an and Ying Man were so dismissive of her, turns out they pushed all the mistakes and embarrassment over the years onto her.

Rong Zhi lowered her gaze, her lips curling with a scoff.

Not far away, Rong Meng watched Rong Zhi, isolated in the corner, and sneered.

"Meng Meng, this banquet is so dull, how about doing something fun? Isn’t your cello quite impressive? Consider showing off a bit?" Sheng Pianpian enthusiastically suggested.

Rong Meng regained her senses and softly replied, "Hmm?" then bit her lip, "I can’t, today is Little Zhi’s introduction banquet, if I perform, wouldn’t that be stealing his spotlight? I’m the elder sister, I can’t do that."

Sheng Pianpian didn’t mind, "Not at all, I heard before he plays with Shen Luoluo, and Shen Luoluo’s cello teacher was someone he found, so he should be capable, how about letting him perform, it’s reasonable."

Upon hearing Shen Luoluo’s cello teacher, Rong Meng’s smile slightly faded, looking a bit troubled, "... That’s not quite right."

"You’re just overthinking, if you don’t go, I’ll go, find Shen Luoluo and let him perform, after all, I’m providing him a chance to showcase his talent, it’s great."

Sheng Pianpian casually waved her hand, then turned to walk towards Shen Luoluo.