CHAPTER 57: CHAPTER 57 MOVING OUT

"Mr. Zhou," Yao Xiaoshan, still in the office, spoke up, "I know you don’t like Rong Zhi, but as a teacher, educating is our primary duty. If a student struggles academically, we need to teach them more, not less."

"Students should be given the chance to succeed, to participate in competitions. We should support them, not make sarcastic comments from the sidelines."

Old Li was unclear about Zhou Zhongming’s relationship with Rong Zhi, listening in confusion, but wisely chose to stay silent.

Zhou Zhongming now harbored discontent toward Yao Xiaoshan, but since she was the grade director, he couldn’t openly argue, so he merely snorted coldly, "Fine, since Director Yao and Mr. Li both believe in Rong Zhi, I’ll just wait to see what good grades he can achieve."

After speaking, he raised his head and turned to leave the office.

Yao Xiaoshan furrowed her brow, puzzled by Zhou Zhongming’s inexplicable malice toward Rong Zhi.

She sighed lightly.

Old Li patted her shoulder, smiling, "Don’t worry, Director Yao, Rong Zhi won’t disappoint you."

Yao Xiaoshan nodded, "I know, I’m just disappointed in Mr. Zhou’s behavior."

She said no more, gave a few instructions, and left.

...

Afternoon.

The list for the mathematics Olympic competition was announced on the forum.

The homeroom teachers had already informed the students in their classes, so it wasn’t a secret.

Rong Meng saw Rong Zhi’s name on the list, a shadow passed through her eyes.

Returning to the Rong Family, she mentioned it to Rong Xian’an and the others.

Rong Xian’an listened, pursed his lips, "Let him go, the teachers have their reasons for allowing him to participate."

As for whether he would do well, he wasn’t concerned.

Rong Qichuo had a different thought, he ruffled Rong Meng’s hair, smiling, "Don’t worry about him, just focus on your exam."

If Rong Zhi flopped, then when he joined the company, the people there would look down on him even more.

Ying Man scoffed, "What were the teachers thinking? Letting someone who’s been absent for three years compete in the Olympics? Embarrassing, isn’t it?"

Rong Meng felt the warmth from her brother’s hand on her head, her eyes curved with a smile, "Our teacher really likes Little Zhi, maybe Little Zhi can do well, so don’t worry, Mom."

Ying Man: "I’m worried for him?"

"I would rather he just stay at school, not appear before me, I’d be thankful for that, worried about him?"

Ying Man now felt no affection toward Rong Zhi, seeing her was just bothersome.

By the door.

No one noticed the villa door had been opened.

The elegant young figure stood at the entrance, with a shoulder bag, hands gripping a backpack strap, expression indifferent and cold.

At dusk, the sunset dimmed, and before the young figure were the brightly lit villa, behind was the boundless dark night, she stood there, her delicate face half hidden in darkness, between light and shadow, surrounded by an aura of solitude.

"Third Young Master, are you not coming in?" Passing by, Housekeeper Lin saw the wide-open door and Rong Zhi standing motionless, so he coldly asked.

Rong Zhi stepped forward.

Rong Meng saw Rong Zhi’s indifferent expression, her gaze flickered, she feigned surprise and spoke, "Little Zhi, when did you come back? Don’t mind what Mom said, Mom likes you, we’re family, don’t take it to heart..."

Ying Man directly interrupted her, speaking disdainfully, "That’s enough! Meng Meng, stop speaking, you’ve considered him so many times, has he ever appreciated it? Rong Zhi, can’t you just be more obedient, more well-behaved, stop causing trouble? We’re all thinking for your sake, but look at yourself, what have you done that’s good for this family, for us?"

Rong Zhi paused slightly, side-eyed, speaking calmly, "I’m moving into a dormitory starting tomorrow."

The Rong Family was stunned.

Rong Xian’an was surprised: "You want to stay in a dormitory?"

"Hmm," Rong Zhi replied calmly, "I’ll move in a bit, and take care of the paperwork at school tomorrow."

"Where are you staying tonight? Rong Zhi, I just finished talking, and now you want to trouble your grandfather?!" Ying Man thought Rong Zhi couldn’t possibly bear leaving the luxury of the Rong Family, moving out just as a gesture.

However, what responded to her was the youth’s cold and slender back.

Ying Man choked.

The living room atmosphere was momentarily tense.

Ten minutes later, the youth appeared downstairs with a twenty-inch black suitcase.

She really didn’t have many belongings, just one suitcase held everything, she didn’t touch any items belonging to the Rong Family.

Ying Man flew into a rage: "Rong Zhi?!"

Rong Xian’an also frowned and scolded, "Come back, we’re about to eat, don’t fool around."

Rong Zhi lifted the curtain, the sleeves of her black hoodie rolled halfway up, revealing slender pale forearms, accentuating the dark Buddha Beads on her wrist, she carried an unruly and wild aura, unlike the Rong Family’s composed demeanor.

She raised an eyebrow and took a card from her pocket, bending over to place it on the coffee table.

"There’s a million inside, consider it a hosting fee for these days," Rong Zhi pulled up her suitcase, voice clear and cold, "Goodbye."

She could sever ties with this family but could never with Rong Fangjun, so goodbye was inevitable.

Since they weren’t welcoming, she wouldn’t cling stubbornly to stay.

Blood ties, after all, were no more than this.

Rong Zhi lowered her gaze, with calm and unperturbed eyes.

Until Rong Zhi’s figure completely vanished, everyone shook, returning to reality.

Rong Zhi, could walk away so straightforwardly, how could she bear to leave the wealth of the Rong Family?!

Rong Meng glanced at the bank card on the table, smiling somewhat stiffly, "Dad, Mom, Little Zhi hasn’t been in Beijing for long... Where did she get a million?"

Rong Xian’an paused, holding onto the phone he was about to dial.

Rong Qichuo coldly sneered, "Where else could it come from? I saw his contacts on his phone the other day, there are many."

Where those contacts came from didn’t need saying.

Ying Man was instantly disgusted, feeling an increasing wave of nausea, couldn’t help but clutch her chest, gasping, "Degenerate! Our Rong Family doesn’t have someone like him!"

...

Rong Zhi threw her suitcase into the trunk, drove her car to Huqing District.

The car Rong Fangjun gave her was temporarily left in the garage.

The next day.

Rong Zhi received a call from Yao Guang.

"Third Young Master, where are you?" Yao Guang’s voice was quite anxious, with classes soon beginning, Housekeeper Lin informed him the Third Young Master wasn’t at the Rong Family.

Rong Zhi didn’t expect that even in her situation, Yao Guang still remembered her.

She was silent for a moment, then gave the address for Huqing District.

Rong Fengmian was also packed and followed her.

Yao Guang raced to Huqing District, Rong Zhi let Rong Fengmian get in the car, she herself bent down and sat in the back seat.

"Brother, who is he?" Rong Fengmian asked.

Yao Guang was startled at the sound of ’Brother’.

Could this young man be from Third Young Master’s foster family?

Something about Third Young Master still interacting with that family... Did the Rong Family know?

Rong Zhi side-eyed him, observing Yao Guang’s expression closely, eyes narrowed slightly, and said softly, "My driver."

Rong Fengmian nodded, indicated understanding.

Arriving at school, seeing the Rong brothers entering the school, Yao Guang was once again surprised by Rong Fengmian attending Mingwu High School.

After a moment of contemplation, he hesitated briefly, but still pulled out his phone to send a message to Housekeeper Lu.

...

a.m.

Mingwu High School’s Olympic mathematics competition began.

Rong Zhi was the last to reach the examination room, arriving just on time, even the proctor had no reason to complain.

Her seat seemed specially arranged, in the first row, right in front of the podium, under the teacher’s watchful eyes.

While Rong Meng was seated slightly behind her.