CHAPTER 51: CHAPTER 51 EARLY LOVE

Hospital, this side.

After receiving the reply, Jiang Gujun carrying the items in hand, suddenly felt a bit light, furrowing his brows thoughtfully asking: "Mr. Su, as we’re visiting Mr. Rong, isn’t this gift a bit too light?"

Bai Su put his phone back in his pocket, his gaze falling on the neighboring ward, his picturesque brows slightly darkened, with a thoughtful expression.

Seeing he didn’t respond, Jiang Gujun repeated his question.

Bai Su retracted his gaze and seriously asked: "Whose ward is next door?"

"Ah," Jiang Gujun paused, rummaging through his memory about the neighboring ward, he explained: "I heard Jiazze say that it’s Mr. Rong’s mother’s ward."

Previously, Bai Su might have thought this "mom" referred to Ying Man.

But after last week’s events, he was clear that Rong Zhi could never call Ying Man mom.

So, the person living next door could only be the foster mother who raised Rong Zhi for eighteen years.

Jiang Gujun: "Mr. Su, did you notice something?"

Bai Su isn’t one to mention things without reason, his question indicated there might be issues with the ward.

"Not sure." Bai Su closed his eyes briefly, his fingertips rubbing together, his tone light.

This question lingered in his mind, intending to ask Rong Zhi when they meet.

His eyes were deep as the vast stars, slightly squinting, "Let’s go."

...

After tidying up the room, Rong Jiazze and Rong Fengmian discussed what to have for dinner tonight, just as they were about to go buy groceries, the doorbell rang.

Rong Jiazze rushed to open the door, "Brother Gu Jun! Oh ... Brother Su?"

The man dressed in a white knitted sweater, with a clear and cold elegant demeanor, stood outside the door, nodded slightly upon hearing, his peach blossom eyes were gentle and shimmering, the corner of his lips playfully curled, his gaze lowered, lazy and carefree.

It was Bai Su.

The slightly shorter man beside him, equally unable to hide his noble elegance, stood tall.

Jiang Gujun rubbed Rong Jiazze’s head with a grin, "Your Brother Su came with me, where’s your brother?"

Rong Jiazze exclaimed twice, took shoes for them inviting them in, while walking he said: "My brother and Sister Yao Yao are in the room..."

As he spoke, two figures emerged from the room.

The girl intimately hooked her arm around the young man’s arm.

Bai Su’s mouth stiffened momentarily, his eyes cooling.

Jiang Gujun wowed, eyeing with mischief, his tone teasing: "Won’t Mr. Rong introduce us?"

Rong Zhi was discussing S Research Institute matters with Fu Yaoyao, as Fu Yaoyao was heading abroad tomorrow. This time the location for the S Research Institute was unusual, she worried about Fu Yaoyao encountering danger.

Just halfway through the talk, they heard the door opening outside.

Upon hearing Jiang Gujun’s question, Rong Zhi realized there was a misunderstanding, instinctively she glanced at Bai Su.

The other party didn’t expect her to look over, his eyes paused, then squinted, with an indescribable gaze fixed on her for a few seconds, then abruptly turned his head, scanning the room without looking at her.

Rong Zhi: "..."

Why did she sense anger and grievance from Bai Su’s eyes?

Rong Zhi shook off these odd thoughts, letting Fu Yaoyao sit comfortably, lazily twirling the Buddha beads in her hand, her tone indifferent and casual, "My junior sister."

Jiang Gujun surprised: "Not your girlfriend??"

Fu Yaoyao couldn’t help laughing: "Certainly not, senior brother belongs to countless girls!"

Jiang Gujun: "... Mr. Rong is quite popular."

Fu Yaoyao puffed her chest, excitedly swinging her ponytails, "Right~ Back when senior brother worked at the bar, every night his friend requests on WeChat reached 99+!"

This was true, Rong Zhi’s WeChat was less about anything but full of young females.

Bai Su leaned back against the chair, leisurely crossing his legs, resting his chin on his hand, his entire focus on the young man opposite.

He starred at her for a while, then softly chuckled, his elegant and charming peach blossom visage unfolding like a scroll, carefree, suave yet captivating.

Rong Zhi’s fingers slightly paused as she played on her phone, lifting the curtain and meeting his gaze, slightly pursing her lips with some doubt: "Why are you staring at my face? Is there dirt?"

"Admiring your beauty," Bai Su stifled his laughter, his gaze genuine, earnestly advising slowly: "Study well, no early love affairs."

Upon hearing, Rong Zhi felt speechless: "Are you speaking in your tutor capacity?"

Bai Su raised his eyebrows, "Am I not your tutor?"

Rong Zhi: "..."

What switch was misplaced in this man today?

Feeling the mood was off, Rong Fengmian quickly dragged Rong Jiazze away.

After dinner, Bai Su and Jiang Gujun decided to leave.

Before they headed out, Bai Su held the door with one hand, side glancing at the youth standing by the balcony.

Elegant and relaxed yet slender, his bright and spirited brows hidden under the moonlight, half-visible, mysterious and indifferent, like an alluring fox under the moon.

Rong Zhi gazed at the stars in the sky, his mind always pondering about He Songzhi.

Jiang Gujun followed Bai Su’s gaze, lightly teasing, then sighed, "Mr. Su, at times, I find Mr. Rong is quite challenging."

"Birth parents are unkind; the foster mother is in the hospital, comatose; all of the family is cared for solely by him, carrying the burden indeed heavy, yet he never complains."

Jiang Gujun grew up well, his family never posed challenges, hence he couldn’t fully empathize with Rong Zhi’s struggles for his family, but every time he saw Rong Zhi, the other party behaved as if nothing was wrong.

Rong Zhi matured too early, so much so that he subconsciously ignored the fact he’s merely eighteen.

Bai Su didn’t speak.

His eyes fully absorbed the youthful, lean silhouette, appearing thinner in the cold breeze.

Lowering his feather lashes, Bai Su’s eyes were deeper.

...

Late night, Yang Family.

Yang’s mother pounded with frustration on Yang Yuli’s room door, receiving no response, she cursed and left.

Since Yang Yuli’s expulsion, neighbors learned the expulsion reasons from unknown sources, sarcastically poking at Yang Family openly and secretly.

Yang’s mother ignored the first time she heard, fed up the second time, and by now, she vented all anger from others onto Yang Yuli.

And Yang Yuli had gone mad.

Expelled from school, the next day trapped by recovering Lu Yi in a small alley; Lu Yi, without his limb, naturally couldn’t physically harm her, yet, being resourceful brought her torment.

Yang Yuli was sent to the hospital covered in bruises, once her body healed discharged, yet her mind remained insane.

Constantly chanting ’Rong Zhi scum, Rong Zhi die,’ entirely forgetting she was the source of the matter.

Night breeze swept through wide open windows.

Along with it came a sweet scent.

A young girl reached out near the bed where a sickly faced, frantic girl lay, waving her hand, pouting, lips curling into an adorable smile, "Ah, going crazy like this, such a bargain for you."

She rummaged into her backpack, pulling out several silver needles, ruthlessly stabbing them into Yang Yuli’s scalp, the smile growing ever sweeter, "Madness is difficult to bear, let me clear your mind, facing this repulsive, cruel world soberly."

"No need to thank me~"

After withdrawing the needles, the young girl patted Yang Yuli’s head, observing red spots appearing on Yang Yuli’s facial skin, she nodded with approval.

Meanwhile.

Rong Zhi woke up in the middle of the night feeling thirsty, ventured out for water, paused momentarily passing by Fu Yaoyao’s room.

A few seconds later, with an expressionless face, she moved on, poured a glass of water, and returned to her room.