CHAPTER 45: CHAPTER 45 STAREDOWN

Understanding the situation, she covered her face, sobbing softly, "Forgiveness is possible, but I want Rong Zhi to publicly clarify and apologize on the forum, otherwise if this matter spreads, what’s left of my reputation as a girl?"

Ying Man thought it made sense, "Yes, a public apology is necessary." She then turned to Yang Yuli, tenderly stroking her head, "Don’t be afraid, our Rong Family will definitely give you an explanation."

Her affectionate gesture made it seem to outsiders that Yang Yuli was her daughter.

Rong Zhi’s lips curved slightly, quite casually, "You go apologize yourself, damn it."

She really didn’t understand, does Ying Man truly not realize that if she apologizes publicly, wouldn’t that be confirming the accusation of misconduct? Wouldn’t her reputation be ruined?

Choosing to ruin her child’s reputation for an outsider.

Tsk.

Such a martyr.

For a moment, the corridor fell silent.

Rong Zhi lowered her gaze, took a few steps out, then suddenly stopped, turned back to look behind them, slightly raised her chin, smiled nonchalantly with a hint of mischief, "If I were to harass someone, it should be that one."

"As for her," Rong Zhi didn’t know Yang Yuli’s name, only signaled with her eyes, her fox-like eyes narrowed, speaking in a cold and mocking tone, "Big head, ugly face, poor figure, unworthy."

She collected her smile, distant and indifferent, lifted her foot and left directly.

The three from Rong Family were speechless, Ying Man’s face turned extremely dark, momentarily forgetting to help Yang Yuli up.

Yang Yuli was now embarrassed to the exploding point, being so humiliated, her face alternated between bluish and white, finally turning into an extreme red of anger, like a colorful palette.

She was infuriated, fiercely swearing in her heart to give Rong Zhi a taste of her wrath!

Otherwise, she would reverse the spelling of her name!

And Rong Qichuo followed Rong Zhi’s gaze backwards.

The corridor was carpeted, plus it was so noisy earlier, no one heard other people’s footsteps.

Rong Qichuo first saw the man’s hand holding a still shining phone, his fingers distinctly jointed, contrasting with the black phone, making the black and white more pronounced, even the fingertips looked cold.

His gaze moved upwards.

The person’s long, thick lashes hung down slightly, his face sculpted like a carved masterpiece, naturally charming peach blossom eyes framed, but his eye depths like ancient stars, deep and icy.

Upon meeting Rong Qichuo’s gaze, the man slightly curled his lips.

Without any sense of humor.

Incredibly cold.

Rong Qichuo felt like the person was looking at him as if he were dead.

Frightened him into stepping back instinctively.

Purely out of fear.

Rong Xian’an saw his son staying silent, also turned to look back, then paused, "Mr. Bai?"

Rong Qichuo stiffened at the sound, turned his head, "Dad, you know him?"

When Bai Su came to Rong Family, the family usually wasn’t there, so they hadn’t seen him.

Rong Xian’an murmured deeply, "This is the tutor your grandfather found for Rong Zhi."

He then recalled what Rong Zhi had said about ’harassing’, his eyes darkened, pursed his lips and said to Bai Su: "Earlier my third child spoke offensively, please forgive him, Mr. Bai."

Rong Qichuo came to his senses, realizing the person was just a tutor, posed no threat, slowly relaxed.

His back was soaked, hands still trembling.

But Rong Zhi said she would harass Bai Su, and both were male.

Rong Qichuo’s gaze at Bai Su changed, a hint of disgust rose in his heart.

Bai Su lazily lifted his eyes, did not answer Rong Xian’an, but quite casually, laughed in a low voice, "She was right about one thing."

He walked a few steps forward, his unmistakably impressive face tilted slightly, glanced at the four of them, clearly with little emotion, yet they all felt his gaze was like a knife, skimming their skin and flesh.

Rong Xian’an clenched his fists, even his breathing became difficult.

Bai Su lowered his eyes, looked at Yang Yuli, slowly, syllable by syllable with coldness, "Big head, ugly face, poor figure, unworthy."

The last strike, straight to the heart, left Yang Yuli in pain throughout her whole body.

Jiang Gujun, having come from the restroom, saw this scene, usually carefree and unrestrained, Young Master Bai was cold and surrounded by a low pressure, even he was stunned.

He looked at Yang Yuli, then Bai Su, naturally misunderstood, thinking the other was seducing Bai Su, couldn’t help but sneer, "Just like you, really can’t be judged wrong, tsk tsk."

Yang Yuli was furious, "You!"

"Alright, alright," Jiang Gujun fanned the air in front of him, as if waving away something dirty, "Let’s hurry and leave, the smell here is making me uncomfortable all over."

Although there was some misunderstanding, the sarcastic effect was achieved nonetheless.

Seeing these four, especially Yang Yuli, they seemed ready to pounce and tear people apart in anger.

Bai Su nodded, his gaze skipped over to Ying Man, paused and slightly pursed his lips, "I’m curious, is she really your biological child?"

If not, why would you rather believe an unrelated person than listen to your own blood-related child’s clarification?

The three from Rong Family were stunned, looking at each other in embarrassment, full of shame.

Bai Su couldn’t be bothered with them anymore, turned around to leave, Jiang Gujun followed.

Outside the music hall.

Bai Su came out seeing a young girl leaning against the car, biting sugar, head lowered, strands of hair scattered, her expression dark and unclear.

He approached, noticed her still rubbing her wrist with Buddha Beads.

Very lightly.

"Too much sugar will rot your teeth." Bai Su smelled a very strong mint scent.

Upon hearing a gentle yet lazy voice as usual, Rong Zhi didn’t even lift her head, tapped the car window with her fingertips, her voice unclear, "Jacket."

Bai Su raised eyebrows, glanced sideways at the jacket hanging on the window, chuckled lightly, took the jacket.

Beijing’s wind was cool in September, the blow lifted the strands of fringe on Rong Zhi’s forehead.

She casually brushed it aside, prepared to get in the car, but just as she moved, a weight suddenly landed on her shoulder.

Bai Su helped her pull the hoodie out, adjusted the jacket, then lowered his lashes to look into the slightly narrowed fox-like eyes, his thin lips curved, gentle yet reckless, "It’s cold outside, be careful not to catch a cold."

Rong Zhi was at a loss for words.

She was a bit stunned.

Mainly because she wasn’t used to it.

After a second, she pursed her lips, turned her head, replied softly with an "Alright."

Didn’t refuse.

This was a good sign.

Bai Su’s eyes laughed a bit more, with hidden deep intent even he hadn’t noticed.

Jiang Gujun glanced at him: "?????"

What the hell is this situation??

Are you two having an emotional eye contact??

Jiang Gujun racked his brain thinking.

Mr. Su is a man, Mr. Rong is also guy, a jacket between boys seems... pretty normal??

But why does it feel like something’s not quite right...

Shen Luoluo and others came out of the music hall, they didn’t know Bai Su and Jiang Gujun, asked Rong Zhi who they were.

Rong Zhi paused, then slowly introduced, "My tutor."

Bai Su’s peach blossom eyes arched, stars scattered in the eyes, water shimmering brightly, truly a breathtaking beauty, "Hello everyone."

Jiang Gujun’s face instantly took on an expression as if he’d seen a ghost.

Mr. Su... Are you smiling too flirtatiously?

...

School opened on Monday.

Rong Zhi stepped into school, and other students who were lazily walking scattered abruptly.

Avoiding like she was a dangerous beast.

Rong Zhi expressionless, entered the classroom on time as usual.

Classmates in the room weren’t acting too unusually, just sneaked glances at her slantingly.