The Undercover Heir is Actually Tycoon's Secret Girlfriend-Chapter 350 - 278

Rong Zhi slept until noon and lingered in bed for a while before slowly getting up.

Bai Su had already handled things at the company, and with Liu Yue Zhang overseeing the Engineering College, she rarely had free time, so she brought Pei Su to her side for training.

The villa’s back garden was quite empty. After returning to the country, they removed some flowers and plants, making it suitable as a training ground.

"Song Lichen taught you how to disassemble a gun, try it now."

Rong Zhi randomly picked a piece from the products sent by Qianji Pavilion and tossed it onto the table. It was a palm-sized, completely black handgun, suitable for women.

Pei Su nodded. During this time, she had learned quite a lot from Song Lichen and Jiang Gujun. She was desperately absorbing knowledge, hoping to become stronger herself.

Thinking this way, her hands moved faster. The points Song Lichen taught her surfaced in her mind as soon as her hand touched the handgun, without needing much thought.

Not long after, the handgun was disassembled, and Rong Zhi stopped the timer.

Looking down at the screen, one minute and twenty-six seconds, as a beginner, this score was already considered excellent.

"You have a good memory?" Her fingertips grazed over the neatly arranged parts, asking.

Pei Su scratched her hair and then her nose, shyly not knowing how to respond.

Rong Zhi picked up the parts. In a flash, the handgun was back to its original form.

Pei Su’s eyes widened, "This..."

Instinctively, she looked at the phone beside her, where it displayed—00:13:00.

No more, no less, exactly thirteen seconds.

Pei Su was so shocked that in her mind she simply swore, but the girl lightly frowned, seemingly dissatisfied.

Perhaps her fingers hadn’t warmed up, Rong Zhi pressed her finger joints, making cracking sounds.

She disassembled and reassembled once more, but this time, she lifted her eyes and said slowly, "Watch carefully."

Pei Su quickly composed herself, earnestly focusing on the girl’s movements.

Another dizzying display, Pei Su hadn’t managed to see it clearly before the reassembly was complete.

This time even faster, 00:11:56.

Pei Su: I’m blind.

"It’s fine," Rong Zhi tossed the gun back onto the table with an indifferent demeanor, "Practice more, and you can do it too."

Pei Su twitched the corner of her mouth, "I think... I can’t."

Rong Zhi replied with a faint sound of "Mm," "Then let’s not practice this."

Pei Su was stunned, "Huh?"

The girl didn’t say anything else, slowly rolling up her sleeves, then walked to the open space, glancing over with side eyes. Her eyebrows and eyes were gracefully cold in the sunlight.

"Today we learn close combat."

Pei Su: "..."

Is it too late to change my mind now?

Miss Pei realized for the first time what it truly meant to have one’s bones disintegrate.

After training, she lay on the bed letting Song Lichen apply medicine, burying her face in the pillow and whimpering about the pain.

Song Lichen chuckled lightly, "Bear it, Little Zhi is willing to take you under her wing, you’ll learn more than following me."

Pei Su felt like crying from the pain and asked, "Was Sister always this harsh on you and Brother Jingji?"

"Not exactly."

Pei Su immediately felt that truly different people have different fates, but she hadn’t lamented for even half a minute before Song Lichen’s next words lightly fell into her ears.

"She was much harsher with us. When Jingji was under her for physical training, he got kicked and fractured two ribs on the first day and lay in a hospital bed for half a month."

Pei Su: "?!"

So, the fact she was still intact was because Rong Zhi showed mercy?!

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At the hospital, Fu Yaoyao and Tang Xuyun reported the situation in real-time. After training Pei Su, Rong Zhi returned to the villa and saw the video sent by Tang Xuyun on her phone.

The cover showed a man’s back, and when she opened it, she recognized the protagonist of the video from his figure and demeanor.

The man was tall with long legs, wearing a lab coat with the buttons done up to the very top, the hem falling to the middle of his thigh, neat and unwrinkled.

His handsome face was cold and ascetic, fingers clearly defined, holding a stylus, exuding a sense of chill from the fingertip.

Rong Zhi placed the phone aside, poured a glass of water, listening as his voice calmly narrated the patient’s condition. Even with minor interruptions, his pleasant and deep tone rendered them insignificant.

The video ended quickly, and Rong Zhi finished her water. She didn’t lower her head, instead directly swiping the screen to replay the progress again.

In the evening, Bai Su hadn’t returned for dinner, so she packed a meal and took it to the rehabilitation center.

Grandpa Qi had woken up in the afternoon, and Bai Su had done a full body check-up on him. Although he followed Rong Zhi and learned only half about cardiology and neurology, it was sufficient to handle the current situation.

Seeing his professionalism, Tang Xuyun’s slight doubts were completely dispelled.

People withdrew from the ward; Grandpa Qi couldn’t stay awake for too long at the moment, and questions could only be asked after he recovered a bit more.