The Undercover Heir is Actually Tycoon's Secret Girlfriend
Chapter 84 Training

Chapter 84: Chapter 84 Training

Ying Hengyu had thick hair, but Rong Zhi looked like he was going to pull it all out, dragging his neck to a barely acceptable degree, without the slightest intention of letting go.

Ying Hengyu: "!!!"

The pain was intense, truly unbearable, and his neck was stretched so long he was struggling to breathe.

Realizing Rong Zhi was genuinely murderous, Ying was truly intimidated.

"Bro, Third Brother! Dear brother, please let me go, little bro knows he was wrong!"

Rong Zhi remained unmoved.

Ying Hengyu’s body trembled reflexively.

Blame his own recklessness! Why on earth challenge human limits for no reason, is he tired of living long?

His eyes brimmed with tears from the pain, crying and howling, "Bro! No, grandfather, Third Young Master, for the sake of breakfast this month, let me go, I’m going bald!"

This commotion had long attracted attention.

Many in the bar who knew Ying Hengyu were taken aback.

Wasn’t Ying Hengyu the little bully of Beijing? Using family influence to run amok in Beijing, never suffering losses, and now he’s defeated?

Listen to that wail, so miserable!

However, everyone was more curious about who else he called out.

Third Young Master? Third in line? When did such a figure appear in Beijing, even Ying Hengyu submits to him!

Amidst the crowd’s curious and probing gazes, Rong Zhi casually released his hand, then took a tissue from the table to meticulously wipe his slender and well-defined fingers.

As exquisite as a piece of art.

Ying Hengyu rubbed his barely saved hair, his gaze falling on Rong Zhi’s actions, his alcohol-clouded mind clearing, and his sight shifted from Rong Zhi’s hand to another place, suddenly recalling something.

He asked confusedly and uncertainly, "Bro, why are your chest muscles soft?"

Rong Zhi paused in his hand wiping: "..."

Someone walking by stopped, their watery peach blossom eyes glancing at the youth contemplating which angle to attack from.

...

In the bar’s other booth.

Jiang Gujun refused the eighth request from a lady to join, raised the drink from the table, took a sip, and then looked at the sophisticated man playing on his phone beside him, clicking his tongue and asked, "Finished, are we heading back?"

Tonight was supposed to be uneventful, but this afternoon Bai Su suddenly calculated a disturbance, employed some tactics, and found out Yan Yue盟 was conducting an underground transaction.

These deals are usually superficial, and they’ve been closely watching Yan Yue盟 lately. Bai Su was bored enough to do some calculations, otherwise, they wouldn’t have caught this deal.

Thinking of the person they just sorted out and the goods seized, Jiang Gujun was quite pleased.

He was calculating this time’s gains, noticed Bai Su hadn’t responded, was about to ask again when he saw the person who was lazily sitting suddenly stood up, taking a stride with his long legs and walking precisely towards a certain direction.

Jiang Gujun didn’t understand, so he stood up to follow.

...

"No Bro, a man’s chest muscles shouldn’t be soft! Wait, tomorrow I’ll send workout equipment to your place, or if you want to go to the gym, I have a card, I’ll take you!" Ying Hengyu worriedly but generously suggested.

He didn’t notice Rong Zhi’s increasingly dark expression.

Once he finished rambling, meeting the youth’s dark fox eyes, he suddenly felt uneasy.

A feeling more terrifying than having his hair pulled spread through his body.

Ying Hengyu stammered with a sheepish smile: "Bro, I, I..."

"Shut up."

Rong Zhi raised a bottle and shoved it into his mouth.

"Mmm-mmm-mmm!"

The annoying noise finally ceased, then Rong Zhi looked at the person leisurely watching the spectacle beside him and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Bai Su glanced at the booth, finding a spot next to the youth to sit down.

Seeing this, Jiang Gujun casually found a spot to sit.

Bai Su noticed the empty bottles and octagonal glasses on the table, raised his eyebrows in return, "Drinking?"

Rong Zhi: "Yeah."

"Third Brother, who’s this person?" With half a bottle of alcohol in him, Ying Hengyu asked muffledly.

Rong Zhi looked at him expressionlessly, "Feeling better?"

Ying Hengyu quickly forgot what he wanted to ask, "Yes, better."

"Hmm," Rong Zhi nodded lightly, taking prepared study materials from his bag and placing them on the table, "Look when you have time, we will quiz after you finish."

Ying Hengyu: "?"

What the hell is this situation? Have him study at the bar? I won’t!

As though predicting his reaction, Rong Zhi tapped the materials idly, calmly stating, "Is the learned knowledge yours or theirs? You know what you want; why expect others to hand it to you?"

Reasoning with disobedient stubborn kids doesn’t work, they won’t listen to reason, so forced measures are necessary.

Under her violent suppression, Ying Hengyu naturally dared not resist.

He was quite upset, knocked down and kicked by Rong Zhi, feeling miserable, but now, hearing Rong Zhi’s fierce words ironically comforted him successfully.

In fact, Rong Zhi was right.

The knowledge he learns would ultimately be his, and what he wants he can fight for himself; with Young Master Ying’s status, what can he not achieve?

Just stuck in a blind alley, momentarily unable to figure it out.

After a long time.

As Rong Zhi prepared to leave wearing a mask, she heard the deep man’s voice from the sofa.

"Thank you."

Rong Zhi raised an eyebrow and responded softly.

As she was about to go, Ying Hengyu offered to take her home but was declined. The remaining two seeing her leave also followed.

Outside the bar, Jiang Gujun was sharp enough to drive the car.

Bai Su messaged Jiang Gujun to drive back himself, then pocketed his phone, smiled gently on the side, "Little bro drank, can’t drive, I’ll take you?"

After speaking, he gestured, "Professional chauffeur service, no charge, just require a cheek pinch."

Rong Zhi: "..."

Unwilling to give him a chance to perform, she directly took out her phone to order a ride, and as she swiped into the app, she keenly sensed something amiss, her eyes slightly narrowed, "Not returning yet."

Bai Su had no objections, he was more than eager to spend more time with little bro.

The two leisurely wandered around the street.

The clouds thin, half a crescent moon hanging above, silver light pouring through the clouds, like a lover’s most intimate caress.

The roadside’s orange-yellow streetlights stretched their shadows long, the distance close, shadows seemed about to cling together, only to be forced apart the next moment.

Unable to tolerate Bai Su’s tentative closeness repeatedly, Rong Zhi spoke irritably, "I’ve wanted to ask for a while, Mr. Bai, are you gay?"

Otherwise, why’s he so interested in him? Knowing that her current identity is as a boy!

Bai Su seemed taken aback by her question, paused, gazing into Rong Zhi’s eyes with hidden profoundness, then understood.

He was too presumptuous, leading little bro to misunderstand his sexual orientation.

"Ah," Bai Su’s eyes deepened, chuckling softly, "What answer does little bro want to hear? Whether yes or no, doesn’t it depend on you?"

?

Depend on her?

What does it mean?

Rong Zhi frowned, vaguely feeling something was off.

Pondering meditative thoughts unknowingly, they reached a street with dim lighting.

The streetlight must have just broken, still flickering, making the area somewhat eerie.

Behind them, elongated shadows suddenly stamped by several pairs of feet.

But those ahead were unaware, still walking forward.

Some snickered coldly.