CHAPTER 302: CHAPTER 238

In the icy snow, a girl in a single garment was pressed into the snow, desperately shaking her head and crying out: "Let me go... I didn’t, I haven’t done anything, let me go..."

"Bai Su, you can’t do this, Little Nine will definitely not want to see you like this when she wakes up!"

Ying Cenchuan wanted Bai Su to let go of the person, but Bai Su always stood aside with one hand in his pocket, expressionless, raising an eyebrow at Jiang Gujun.

Jiang Gujun understood, released his leg and pulled Fu Shan An up from the ground, then kicked her behind her knees, making her ’thud’ as she knelt in the snow.

The cold seeped through her clothes into her skin, making Fu Shan An shiver with cold.

She never expected that her attempt to seduce was unsuccessful last night, and this morning she was pulled out of her room before she even woke up and thrown outside.

The snow piled thickly on top of her, her clothes wet and sticky to her body, cold and scared.

The rest of the Ying Family was quickly awakened by the commotion.

Ying Yunlin, supported by Fu Jinyi, stood at the door with furrowed brows, surveying the scene and asked: "What’s happening?"

How did this good situation suddenly turn into catching someone?

No one paid him any attention.

Fu Xixiao let out an "ah" as he woke completely, rushing to pat Jiang Gujun’s foot, "Let go, what are you doing!"

Jiang Gujun was unmoved, glancing sideways at Bai Su, who paused before nodding.

He then released his leg, allowing Fu Xixiao to hold Fu Shan An.

"What on earth happened?" Ying Ji asked in a deep voice.

He hadn’t even come out yet and could hear the two quarreling, anyone who didn’t know would think they were doing something outrageous.

Bai Su was rather surprised by this, raising an eyebrow, "You’re not aware?"

"Aware of what?" Ying Ji was at a loss, he spent the evening playing whack-a-mole with Fu Xixiao until past midnight, sleep wasn’t good for the elderly; he had just woken up, how could he know?

Bai Su appeared thoughtful, then casually hummed.

Turns out Ying Cenchuan hadn’t told anyone, the decision was his own.

Ying Ji looked around, noticing a missing figure, asking in confusion: "Where’s Little Nine?"

"Ask her."

Bai Su slightly raised his chin, his gaze mocking as he stared at the trembling girl nestled in Fu Xixiao’s arms.

Fu Xixiao shivered at this, continuously shaking her head and mumbling: "Not me... it’s not me, it’s nothing to do with me..."

"It’s not your fault?" Jiang Gujun clasped his hands, his gaze sweeping across the crowd, a mocking curve at the corner of his mouth as he recounted the events of last night in full detail.

Ying Cenchuan wanted to intervene but was no match for Jiang Gujun.

After hearing the story, the Ying Family members were all shocked and incredulous.

Fu Xixiao felt the increasingly tense body of the girl in her arms, faced with her innocent and tender face, she slapped her immediately.

Allowing the girl to clutch her face and fall to the ground, pointing at her in anger and urgency: "...Ridiculous!"

Fu Shan An’s left cheek burned, but she dared not speak out, only crying with reddened eyes while defending: "Aunt, let me explain! I really didn’t do it on purpose, it’s... it’s because I drank too much last night, I didn’t notice the drink was drugged!"

"Do you think we’re blind?!" Ying Zhao Yuan rushed over and kicked her in the chest.

Fu Shan An was kicked back into the snow, filled with humiliation.

Why didn’t the Ying Family believe her?

They were the true blood-connected relatives! Why trust Rong Zhi but not her?!

Ying Ji pressed his temples in headache, gesturing for Ying Cenchuan to help Fu Shan An up, then turned to Bai Su, his voice calm and steady: "How is Little Nine?"

Bai Su answered slowly: "All right."

Ying Ji nodded.

Bai Su learned medicine, he was confident in him.

As for Fu Shan An.

Ying Ji waved his hand, "Lock her back in the room for now, send her back to the Fu Family tomorrow."

Fu Shan An dared not make a sound, her fate had been seized by the Ying Family, life and death at their whim.

This is the power of those in high positions.

It’s what she had yearned for.

Fu Xixiao was supported by Fu Jinyi, leaning against her, full of disappointment, speaking in a sobbing tone: "... I never imagined that child’s ambition would be so great, to desire Bai Su...?"

Fu Jinyi remained silent.

Of course not.

She had already warned Fu Shan An, but that woman’s ambition was too high, coveting things she shouldn’t have desired, and reaching this stage, she only had herself to blame.

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Ying Cenchuan was severely reprimanded by Ying Ji, thrown into a room to face the wall until he understood.

Meanwhile, Fu Shan An swiftly packed her luggage and boarded the plane.

Bai Su watched coldly, observing Ying Ji handling the matter, until half an hour after Fu Shan An had left, he signalled to Jiang Gujun.

Now the Ying Family was in chaos, and Demmi eventually came to examine Rong Zhi, discovering a significant amount of sedative remaining in her system, leaving Fu Xixiao so angry she nearly fainted.

Cursing Fu Shan An as insane.

Seeing the hideous grip marks on the boy’s waist, she was stunned momentarily, then rushed out of the room to question her confused eldest son.

Jiang Gujun took this opportunity to evade everyone’s sight and leave.

When evening returned, the castle was quiet, and Rong Zhi had awakened.

He greeted Rong Zhi first, then whispered in Bai Su’s ear: "Everything is arranged."

Bai Su retracted his hand, confirming the boy’s aura had stabilized, he responded with indifference.

Rong Zhi flexed her wrist, glancing sideways: "Arranged what?"

Causing trouble behind her back?

Jiang Gujun clicked his tongue, "It wasn’t like that, there was an infiltration from a force in the war zone, I went to give Mr. Su a command, just came back."

Rong Zhi raised her eyebrows leisurely, narrowing her eyes slightly as she studied Jiang Gujun, a slight, mocking smile on her lips: "I see."

The boy purposely dragged his tone, as if his misty fox-like eyes could penetrate the soul, Jiang Gujun felt anxious under her gaze, hurriedly waving his hand: "I suddenly remembered there’s something else I need to handle, I’ll leave now."

Having said that, he climbed out the window and escaped again.

Dusk approached, the setting sun blazing, warm orange light outlining the boy’s exquisitely contoured profile, accentuating her porcelain-like skin.

Her brows knit lightly.

A gentle breeze entered, lifting a corner of the curtain, stirring a few strands of hair at her ear.

A pair of hands reached out, softly tucking those strands behind her ear, smoothing the wrinkles between her brows.

"What are you thinking about?"

Bai Su took away the bowl from Rong Zhi’s hand, leaned forward, cradling her in his arms.

Rong Zhi lazily opened her eyes, pausing, "How long have I slept?"

Bai Su chuckled softly, his eyes seemingly filled with boundless tenderness, as gentle as the spring waters of March, the depth of his gaze deepening, "Not long, just half a day."

Unexpectedly the boy didn’t buy it.

Rong Zhi abruptly stood up from the bed, walking barefoot to the window, pulling the curtain Jiang Gujun opened hard.

Raising her eyes to look into the distance, her expression indifferent.

She had slept all day and night.

Bai Su bent down to pick up the cotton slippers on the floor, knelt on one knee and gently cupped her foot to put them on, then carried her out, "You’re too tired, it’s good to rest more."

"Where’s Fu Shan An?" Rong Zhi stared into his shimmering eyes, her tone mild.

A fleeting ferocity crossed Bai Su’s brows, his smile unwavering: "Too filthy, don’t mention, tarnishes the ears."