The Undercover Heir is Actually Tycoon's Secret Girlfriend-Chapter 327 - 263
She had already experienced betrayal from her family and the helplessness of losing close relatives, so she couldn’t bear another loved one getting hurt.
Rong Zhi’s mind was in a whirl, so when the phone rang for the first time, she didn’t notice. It wasn’t until it vibrated again that she snapped back to reality, withdrawing her cold hand from Fu Jinyi’s to take out her phone.
The bright display screen showed the words "Clingy Spirit," and Rong Zhi blinked, still a little dazed.
The next second, she quickly answered the call.
"Zai Zai."
The man’s deep, lazy voice was as pleasant as ever.
Rong Zhi’s fingers tightened, "Where are you?"
A rather calm tone.
It was quiet on Bai Su’s end for a moment, and Rong Zhi vaguely heard sounds of crying, very close, a mix of male and female sobs, chaotic and hard to discern.
After a while, Bai Su seemed to move to a quieter place where the background crying disappeared, and Rong Zhi heard him speak slowly and softly, "Did you hear it all?"
Rong Zhi responded with a hum.
Bai Su chuckled lowly, "Zai Zai called me so many times, are you worried about me?"
Rong Zhi remained silent for a long while, then mumbled, "...yeah."
Bai Su laughed even more happily, his good mood palpable even through the screen.
He said, "Zai Zai cares for brother now, brother is really happy."
At times, the man was particularly attached to this term of endearment.
Rong Zhi lowered her eyes slightly, staring at the fluffy cat slippers on her feet, custom-made by Bai Su to keep her warm at home.
She had hurriedly slipped them on.
In her ear was the man’s seductive, teasing laughter, and Rong Zhi shifted her legs, her voice low but earnest, "Very worried, Bai Su, please don’t do this again."
This time it was Bai Su who was stunned.
So while she was solving a little problem, what was going through his fiancée’s mind?
Yet he had to admit, this was the first time Rong Zhi candidly spoke to him about these things, bringing him immense satisfaction both physically and mentally.
It felt like a hollow part of his heart, there since birth, had suddenly been filled with many little hearts by someone.
Bai Su’s lips curved into a smile, and he lowered his peach blossom eyes, his hand forming a fist to suppress the almost uncontrollable laughter, "Okay."
How could he refuse any request from his Zai Zai?
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After confirming Bai Su was okay, Rong Zhi remembered the crying she had heard.
Bai Su instead asked her, "Zai Zai, are you scared? If I’m not as good as you imagine, would you be afraid?"
Rong Zhi was slightly stunned, then calmly said, "No, whatever you are, it’s fine with me, I accept."
From the moment she knew he was the executor of Y State, she understood that the environment Bai Su’s identity was involved in wouldn’t be ordinary.
But whether Bai Su was good or bad, poor or rich, he was still Bai Su, still her clingy Bai San, the only person she had pined for since He Songzhi left.
Moreover, if we’re talking about being bad, isn’t she the worse one?
There was nothing but the sound of the wind howling on Bai Su’s end.
Rong Zhi wasn’t anxious, she just quietly waited.
After a long while, the man slowly chuckled, his tone so gentle and lazy, "What to do, brother is liking Zai Zai more and more."
Right now, he really wanted to fly straight to Zai Zai’s side.
But there were still some trash to deal with.
Tsk.
Missing his fiancée, Young Master Bai was very annoyed.
Rong Zhi softly hummed in response.
She roughly guessed what Bai Su had been up to just now.
The two chatted for another half hour, Rong Zhi yawned drowsily, and Bai Su urged her to go back to sleep.
"Zai Zai, good night."
"Good night."
After hanging up the phone, Rong Zhi sat on the chair for a few more minutes before letting Fu Jinyi leave.
Fu Jinyi wanted to ask why she wasn’t going back together, but seeing Cheng Sijia beside her, said nothing.
She daringly brushed away the strands of messy hair on the girl’s face, rubbing her tender cheek like an older sister, and consideredately advised, "Let us know when you arrive."
Rong Zhi nodded, turned, and led Cheng Sijia to board the plane.
Originally, the airline received notice to cancel all flights to Y State, but somehow a flight was missed, and people had even bought tickets.
The airport staff, having no choice after inquiring their superiors, let it fly as scheduled.
Before boarding the plane, Rong Zhi bought a set of clothes and changed, storing her cotton slippers to retrieve later.
As long as the money was in place, rejections turned into welcomes.
The plane pierced through the clouds, outside was the dark endless sky, and she wasn’t in the mood to admire it, closing her eyes to rest.
It wasn’t until Cheng Sijia reminded her they had arrived and the flight route had been altered, landing at an airport near the border.
As soon as the cabin door opened, the humid air hit her face.
Rong Zhi pulled out her phone and changed the flight route back, then took Cheng Sijia to find Song Lichen and the others to meet up.
At the Y State border, a checkpoint was set up, with soldiers holding rifles patrolling back and forth.
She raised her finger to lift the brim of her baseball cap, looking through the car window and seeing a familiar figure.
It was Song Lichen.
He was already waiting nearby.
Feeling her gaze, Song Lichen also looked up in her direction.
Their eyes met briefly in the air, and Rong Zhi signaled Cheng Sijia to stop the car.
Unlike A State’s management, the border at Y State was very lively. Since it was daytime, there were even locals selling various specialties on the side.
Compared to O State, which was frequently war-torn, there was an Underground Moon Group maintaining control here, and seldom would any forces stir up trouble, with some even seeking a stable life by joining.
And these small forces had their needs; the locals’ business targets were them.
They just needed to regularly pay protection fees to the officer overseeing the border checkpoint, an unwritten rule at all major borders in Y State.
After all, no one wanted to cause trouble and offend them.
John was patrolling and discussing issues with a colleague, his sharp gaze sweeping the entire area, preparing to switch shifts when he saw no one.
Suddenly, a gust of wind and sand blew past, causing them to squint; after it passed, John glimpsed a figure not far away.
The baseball cap atop her head was blown off, and she slowly raised her eyes.
The shirt was neatly buttoned, encircling a slender neck, black pencil pants accentuating long and thin legs, boots on her feet, long black hair tied into a high ponytail, revealing her delicate and aloof features.
She stood casually, exuding complete indifference.
Her appearance was so striking that John thought he was mistaken.
John was stunned, and within a moment, those cold eyes disappeared under the brim of a hat.
"My god..." he exclaimed, "When did such a person appear at the border?"
But the next second, he raised his rifle and spat out his cigarette, fiercely saying, "Don’t come any closer!"
Rong Zhi had one hand in her pocket, leisurely shouldering her bag as she strolled forward.
The entire border was equipped with defenses, absolutely impassable by force; all her skills wouldn’t let her escape under so many gun muzzles, unless she intended to incite a war between the two states.
John froze.
He had never seen anyone who would challenge gunpoint; he had commanded a stop, yet that person was still advancing.
What’s her intention, to court death?
He hesitated before pulling the trigger, aiming at the young woman, "Second warning, move again and I’ll shoot!"







