The Undercover Heir is Actually Tycoon's Secret Girlfriend-Chapter 150 - 128_3

Bai Tingxun couldn’t hold back her words, and with Rong Zhi not restricting her speech, it wasn’t long before the three started chatting away on a topic.

Contrasting their lively conversation, the two on the opposite side remained quiet.

"Forgot your hair tie again?" Bai Su noticed the boy’s scattered ink-black hair.

Rong Zhi gave a light hum.

Bai Su paused for a moment, then he leisurely took out a hair tie, reached out and gathered the boy’s hair ends, gently straightening them before tying them into a small bun.

Rong Zhi was quite curious, "Where do you get so many hair ties?"

Bai Su curled his lips, going along with the flow, "Bought them."

Rong Zhi looked puzzled.

Buying so many?

But she couldn’t meddle in other people’s affairs, so she didn’t ask further.

The loose hair at the front was meticulously brushed back and pressed into the hair, except for a few playful short strands on the forehead, the boy’s whole face was fully revealed. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

She squinted slightly, her black-and-white eyes spread with red threads, the corners tinged with light red, emanating a mischievous defiance.

The light shone on her face, her chin slightly raised, the lines delicate and stunningly beautiful.

’Click—’

The sound of a photo being taken arose beside her.

Rong Zhi turned her head, just to see a girl dressed in rather peculiar fashion holding a phone, awkwardly looking at her. Meeting her gaze, she instantly panicked, bowed her head, pushed her girlfriends beside her, and ran away in a flash.

Bai Su, playing with his phone at his fingertips, asked calmly, "Want to chase?"

Rong Zhi shook her head.

Just taking a photo, it’s nothing.

The group sat for a while longer, and Belga’s staff had finished setting up the venue. The children returned, circling around their table.

Upon hearing Rong Zhi was going to participate in some bumper car match, Jiang Gujun sprayed a mouthful of milk tea, Ying Hengyu hurriedly took a tissue to help wipe his clothes.

"No, no, letting Mr. Rong compete against these children?!"

Goodness.

Letting Rong Zhi, usually as cold as the bright moon in the sky, go... to participate in such childish activity, is it really okay?!

Jiang Gujun couldn’t even imagine such a scene.

Utterly disillusioned.

But when a scene akin to the end of the world was before his eyes, Jiang Gujun’s jaw dropped to the point it could fit two eggs.

Rong Zhi sat in the bumper car prepared for adults, the staff member was a young girl, beaming as she helped her with the straps and explained the rules—and she seemed to listen quite attentively.

Jiang Gujun: "..."

God descending to earth, nothing less.

Ying Hengyu, the culprit, waved excitedly at him, "Tingxun, you remember to take photos for us later!"

Bai Tingxun shouted, "Got it!"

Jiang Gujun: "..."

On the field.

All the parents and children were ready.

Rong Zhi’s long legs were bent; the bumper car was a bit small, her movements weren’t able to unfold fully.

The competition was all about hitting others; hitting one counted as one, and the last one standing was the winner. But because of the disparity in physical strength between adults and children, the competition was split into two sections: one for adults, one for children.

The children’s protective measures were thorough, even if they fell, they wouldn’t get hurt.

But for adults, it was different, their skin is rough and their flesh thick, they can fall easily.

Ying Hengyu drove his bumper car over and bumped into Rong Zhi, giggling, "Third brother, watch out! I’m pretty good at this, don’t blame me if you fall later!"

Rong Zhi concisely replied, "Oh."

What a joke.

If she doesn’t bump him away, she counts herself lost.

With the host’s cue, the race began instantly.

Outside the field, Bai Tingxun shouted encouragements for the orphanage kids and Rong Zhi.

Jiang Gujun initially wanted to save face, but under Bai Tingxun’s relentless urging and persuasion, he joined the cheer squad within minutes.

"Go, Deputy Manager, hit him, hit him!"

Some kids not participating cheered for their dad, "Go, Dad, charge!"

And Bai Su.

He held the camera, zooming in leisurely, cropping out the parents from the frame, capturing the boy’s ’war in battle’ stance on the field, pressed the shutter.

Fingering the photos he took, he couldn’t help but smile, switched the function to video, and continued capturing.

On the screen.

The boy’s expression was carefree, his angles precise, skillfully avoiding each bumper car attempting to hit him.

Once she was almost tired of playing, she switched from defense to offense, bumping into each one in turn.

Ying Hengyu was the first to be bumped out.

The staff came to escort him off the field.

Covering his numbed-from-the-bump backside, he wore a simple-minded face, indignantly, "Third brother, you’re ruthless!"

Rong Zhi’s slender fingers tapped on the steering wheel, gesturing an international sign to him.

Ying Hengyu: "??!"

Is this still his serene and peerless third brother?!

Before he could react, a voice arose beside him—both surprised and deliberately gentle—