The Undercover Heir is Actually Tycoon's Secret Girlfriend
Chapter 83 Concerns

Chapter 83: Chapter 83 Concerns

Blue Paris.

One of the top luxury venues in Beijing, it claims to be the bar with the largest area and the most liquor storage in the city. Spending just ten minutes inside could probably cost you six figures.

Only spendthrifts like Ying Hengyu could afford to splurge here.

Rong Zhi tossed the keys to the valet and walked into the bar.

Inside, the lights were vividly mesmerizing, and explosive dance music mixed with the crowd’s dancing created the most boisterous show at the center. One glance, and Rong Zhi knew most of the people on the stage were there for atmosphere.

The real patrons who came to spend were underneath.

Rong Zhi found Ying Hengyu in a rather lavish booth.

The sharp-featured young man looked dejected, gulping down drink after drink. His consciousness was still somewhat clear, enough to refuse the advances from a girl beside him.

"Miss, can you move a bit? I have no room to get in." Rong Zhi said to a woman dressed in certain outfits trying to seduce Ying Hengyu.

The young man’s low and pleasant voice stood out in the explosive music, capturing one’s ear instantly.

The woman turned her head and was momentarily caught in those misty fox-like eyes, looking half-skeptical and half-smiling, immensely charming.

She swallowed, thinking that compared to the impervious Ying Hengyu, this little brother who could captivate with just his eyes was much more interesting.

"Little brother, there’s no room in the booth, but there’s a spot waiting for you here with me," the woman smiled alluringly, confident in her looks, which she believed were more than enough to handle a boy of this caliber.

Unexpectedly, the smile in the young man’s eyes suddenly intensified, dark and profound. She raised her eyebrows slightly and spat out a word, "Scram."

His voice carried no warmth, creating immense pressure out of nowhere.

The woman fell silent at once.

Anyone who could mix in this environment naturally had good judgment. The youth before her was not someone she could provoke.

Dropping her smile, the woman nodded and quickly scurried away from the booth.

After a couple of steps, she turned back, licking her lips with eyes filled with infatuation.

With no one in the way, Rong Zhi sat next to Ying Hengyu, and the waiter, keenly aware, brought over the menu.

Although Ying Hengyu drank a lot, he held his liquor well and was only slightly inebriated at this point. Glancing towards Rong Zhi, he waved grandiosely, "Order as you like, Third Brother, tonight’s expenses are on me."

Truly a gesture of spending money like water.

Rong Zhi cast him a sidelong glance, did not take the menu from the waiter, and casually ordered two glasses of juice.

Later, he still had to drive, so no alcohol for him.

"Why aren’t you drinking?" Ying Hengyu saw she didn’t order alcohol and, thinking she was trying to save him money, the rebellious mindset surged up. He called the waiter back and ordered several rounds of high-proof spirits.

Well, now he had to drink.

Resigned to keeping the gentleman company, Rong Zhi, after the drinks arrived, refused the waiter’s help to open the bottles. He asked for a bottle opener ring to be put on his middle finger, casually flicked open the bottle caps that took the waiter a while, and the caps clattered onto the table.

With such skill and ease that even Ying Hengyu was stunned.

"Bro, you’re even more professional at opening bottles than I am," he marveled.

Rong Zhi kept a stoic expression while pouring the drink into the octagonal glass.

"Bro," Ying Hengyu called her again.

Pushing the filled octagonal glass towards Ying Hengyu, Rong Zhi looked up and concisely said, "Talk."

Ying Hengyu pressed his lips together.

Rong Zhi wasn’t in a hurry to speak. She knew Ying Hengyu wouldn’t hold out long.

Sure enough.

After a moment of silence, Mr. Ying picked up the drink on the table and downed it heartily, with a sense of stubbornness. After finishing, he fiercely wiped his mouth clean, his sharp eyes betraying his fatigue.

"Tell me, aren’t parents around the world all biased?" he asked hoarsely, the normally spirited young master now laying bare his weariness.

Rong Zhi gave a faint acknowledgment.

Ying Hengyu couldn’t decipher her meaning, but didn’t expect to get an answer from her and continued talking on his own: "I know I’m not as smart as my brother, but I’ve tried hard too. My brother excels in medicine, and I’m not bad at racing, so where did I go wrong?"

It’s that partiality you mentioned at the beginning.

Rong Zhi calmly poured more drink into the empty glass but this time took off the mask and drank it herself.

The spicy flavor exploded in her mouth, slid down her throat, burning hot.

Ying Hengyu grabbed a bottle and slammed it on the table, forcing it open, in frustration, "How come he gets to study medicine abroad, and I can’t even participate in a racing competition? They promised that if I got into the top fifty in the monthly exam, I could join the F3 Formula race!"

"Damn it!"

Ying Hengyu lifted the bottle to his mouth, letting the alcohol numb his nerves.

Upon hearing this, Rong Zhi understood.

No wonder Ying was so despondent in the morning, seems his passion got no support and was taken away.

"Bro, why am I even studying? Damn it, studying gets me nowhere, I might as well not study at all!"

Ah, young people’s thoughts are always so peculiar.

Rong Zhi let him continue drinking, but when he started shaking while opening the third bottle, she intervened, speaking calmly: "Keep drinking, and you’ll get alcohol poisoning."

"Then let it, I’m not afraid!" Ying Hengyu was now completely drunk.

Alcohol flared, and his temper flared too.

"Fool," Rong Zhi’s tone was casual, and stabbed directly at his heart, "If you get alcohol poisoning here, who will know? Your dad? Your mom? Oh, they’re busy with your brother going abroad, probably don’t have time."

Ying Hengyu had never seen Rong Zhi show this attitude.

He pointed at Rong Zhi, wanting to say something, but his face turned red, subconsciously acknowledging she was right, but emotionally he couldn’t agree with her.

So he snapped.

He grabbed a wine bottle intending to smash it toward Rong Zhi.

Rong Zhi remained expressionless, facing the wine bottle approaching and the already incoherent Ying Hengyu, she used an old trick, kicking and pinning him as he lunged.

Mr. Ying knelt down again.

"Hiss!"

Ying Hengyu twisted in pain, suddenly becoming much more clear-headed.

Feeling the familiar weight on his neck, he followed the long legs to see the aloof and indifferent face of the young man and simply gave in, holding onto her leg and wailing, "Third Brother! Damn it, you hit me again!"

Rong Zhi merely uttered, "Wrong?"

Ying Hengyu: "I’m wrong!"

Saying the most cowardly words with the boldest tone; truly, that’s Ying’s classmate.

Rong Zhi disdainfully pulled her leg away, but Ying Hengyu clung to her, the stubborn kid keeping his position for over ten seconds. Just as Rong Zhi was about to lose patience and pull her leg away, he suddenly lunged unexpectedly.

This time they were close, and Rong Zhi had to dodge aside, but Ying, learning from his mistake, anticipated her move, and aimed for a certain part of her body.

"Hiss."

The slight sound of a gasp was immediately drowned by the music.

Rong Zhi’s face clouded, fox eyes curving with a sinister smile, as she grabbed hold of the hair of the brat frozen against her, pulling back fiercely, "Ying Hengyu?"

Quite calm.

If one could ignore the growing chill in her eyes.

Ying Hengyu even had the mood to appreciate his third brother’s stunning beauty up close.

But now, he was the fish, and Third Brother was the butcher.

Alas, my fate is sealed.