The Undercover Heir is Actually Tycoon's Secret Girlfriend-Chapter 319 - 255

Rong Zhi shook her head under the covers, the movement so small it could be ignored.

Bai Su sighed softly, stood up, bent down, and slipped an arm under the boy’s shoulders. His sleeves were rolled halfway up, and he only realized the skin was icy cold when he touched it.

Rong Zhi slowly pulled a pillow to prop up behind her, and before the man withdrew his hand, her fingertips gently hooked onto his sleeve.

Bai Su wore an off-white loungewear today, soft and loose. Rong Zhi rubbed it; it felt quite good, much better than the slippery nightgown she was wearing.

Unbeknownst to her, this action took on a different meaning in someone’s eyes.

Bai Su’s eyebrows lifted subtly, his tone tinged with a teasing slowness, "If you want me to sleep with you, you can just say so. Satisfaction guaranteed."

?

Rong Zhi: "..."

You’re overthinking it.

"No," she released her hand, expressionless, "I was just taking your pulse."

Bai Su lowered his eyes, his gaze sweeping over a certain place, the corners of his lips curled into a faint arc, "Really not? I was actually quite looking forward to it, why not give it a try?"

Rong Zhi: "...Get lost."

She held the man’s wrist, feeling it carefully, finally discovering he was just cold.

Outside, an unexpected cold snap hit, and the temperature plummeted.

The Perfumer Association had originally scheduled to announce the rating exam results today, but it was delayed due to the weather.

-

It rained all night last night.

Dark clouds stained the sky like thick ink, while the drizzling rain scattered down.

Coughs echoed continuously on the fifth floor of the castle. A pale-faced boy lay on the bed, gripping the bedclothes tightly, the veins on his knuckles bulging.

Her coughing was heart-wrenching, as if she might lose her breath in the next moment.

Demmi directed the nurse to put Rong Zhi on a drip, but the boy, in a coma, instinctively resisted by throwing off the nurse’s approaching hand.

"Tsk." The nurse gasped softly.

Miss Nine appeared so frail, how could she have such strength?

"Hold her down," Demmi ordered helplessly.

If they couldn’t administer the medication, Rong Zhi might very well suffer to death here today.

Who would have thought that just a physiological period would trigger the boy’s long-suppressed ailments to erupt so fiercely, unstoppable?

Rong Zhi was delirious with fever.

The nurse, having received orders, moved forward intending to hold Rong Zhi down.

Demmi prepared a sedative.

"What’s going on?"

A low, indifferent voice sounded from the doorway.

A man, with perfect body proportions clad in a high-end custom suit, took several steps inside. A pair of silver-rimmed glasses perched on his handsome face, and his chilly peach blossom eyes first glanced at the boy barely alive on the bed, then shifted to Demmi.

Demmi’s hands trembled under the scathing and cold gaze that cut like a knife.

The nurse was so scared she released the boy.

Rong Zhi, already weak, felt her life slipping away amidst the chaos, but deep down she remembered to protect herself.

Amidst the blurred consciousness, she heard a familiar voice, shakily turned to reach out, but lost balance, falling straight to the ground!

Bai Su’s pupils shrank. His body instinctively dashed forward, faster than his thoughts, but still not quick enough to catch up with the boy’s falling speed.

"Oof."

Rong Zhi groaned softly, the pain bringing a sliver of clarity. She hazily opened her eyes, her cold voice now soft and weak: "...uncomfortable."

She felt so cold, and miserable, too.

Bai Su’s hands trembled slightly. He quickly bent down and carried the boy back to the bed.

She was so terribly light.

That lightness landed on his heart, stirring a fine ache at its core, and the mingling scents of herbs and sandalwood surrounded him, making even breathing difficult.

Bai Su pulled the covers over them both, yet the boy continued to shiver uncontrollably, her face drenched in a cold sweat. With a grim expression, he coldly commanded, "Bring another blanket."

The servants hurried off, and upon return, found the room as hot as a steam room. They hesitated, not daring to ask any questions.

Bai Su’s suit was already crumpled, but he paid it no mind, pulling it off and tossing it aside, hugging the person tightly to transfer his warmth to her.

Rong Zhi, sensing warmth, nudged closer to it, then slowly lifted her eyelids. Her pale lips moved, murmuring, "Bai Su..."

Her vision was blurred, unable to see anything clearly.

Bai Su responded softly.

Beside them, Demmi and Jiang Gujun watched quietly, not daring to make a sound.

The Rong Zhi, who couldn’t be restrained before, now lay quietly in Bai Su’s arms like a kitten.

Rong Zhi only woke briefly before slipping back into unconsciousness, this time settling into a deep, peaceful sleep.

"Mr. Bai..." Demmi started, visibly troubled.

Bai Su wasn’t relinquishing his spot, making it difficult to administer an injection to Rong Zhi.

Just as Demmi thought Bai Su might get up, in front of the crowd’s complicated gazes, the man merely turned aside, extending the boy’s slender, cold hand, "Go ahead and do it."

Demmi: "..." Fine.

You are engaged, it’s beyond my jurisdiction.

The cool needle pierced the vein, the unconscious boy frowned slightly.

Bai Su’s fingers stroked soothingly over the boy’s hand, his voice gently coaxing, "Be good, Zai Zai, it will be over soon."

Not sure if she heard him, but after a long moment, the tight frown on her brow gradually relaxed.

Bai Su noticed and quietly exhaled in relief.

It was not until sunset that peace was restored in the castle, though Rong Zhi still had not awakened. Jiang Gujun reminded Bai Su of his work, but Bai Su simply instructed him to bring the laptop over.

Not until past ten in the evening did the feverish boy finally stir awake.

At first, she gazed blankly at the ceiling, her abdomen heavy, her mind wandering. She resolved that upon returning home, she must research a recipe to nourish her body soon.

This monthly ordeal was unbearable.

Turning her stiff neck, she opened her mouth, her throat painfully hoarse, unable to produce sound.

"Drink some water."

An arm supported her back, helping her sit against soft cushions. A cup of warm water was brought to her lips, and as Rong Zhi drank a few sips from his hand, the water soothed her throat.

She coughed twice and attempted to speak, "What time is it?"

"Almost eleven."

Bai Su set aside the cup, gently wiped away the water from her mouth’s corner, his fingers brushing the boy’s fair cheek, quietly asking, "What do you feel like eating?"

Rong Zhi looked up, meeting those gentle eyes, and slowly replied, "Anything is fine."

She vaguely recalled doing something mortifying in her coma, like rubbing against someone?

At this thought, Rong Zhi’s lips twitched.

Bai Su noticed the changing expressions on the boy’s face, raising an elegant eyebrow, he chuckled softly, "Let’s start with some congee, then... add a little friend?"

Rong Zhi was puzzled: "What?"

What on earth did he mean by adding a little friend?

The hand previously brushing her face had somehow slipped to her collarbone, the warm, dry touch lingered over that spot, and Rong Zhi noticed it, suddenly pressing her lips together.

Fortunately, Bai Su merely placed it there, without further action.

Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t do more; circumstances would not allow it.

"I’m hungry."

But its presence was so palpable, Rong Zhi couldn’t help but whisper.

"I thought you might be thinking about the next step," the man’s languid voice ensnared with playful teasing, "I’ve been meaning to try being Liu Xia Hui..."

Rong Zhi: "???"