Century Square is located in the city center, a place in Beijing where every inch of land is worth gold. Celebrities and internet stars often appear here, along with many wealthy youths having fun.
Rong Zhi drove into the underground parking lot, glancing casually at the charges. Indeed, the price reflected the prime real estate, charging quite a hefty fee per hour.
With nothing much to do in the afternoon, Bai Tingxun followed her to Century Square. The two took the elevator from the underground parking straight to the ground level, then headed towards the mall where Ying Hengyu was.
Rong Zhi wore a mask on her face, but her good aura was undeniable. The style and quality of her sweatshirt were distinct, whether viewed from afar or up close, she distinctly resembled a wealthy second-generation young woman.
From the parking lot to the mall was only a short walk, but she captured the hearts of four young ladies who approached her for her contact information.
Rong Zhi declined them all by saying she didn’t have WeChat, her attitude serious enough to prevent rebuttal. The young ladies had no choice but to leave disappointed.
Bai Tingxun followed behind Rong Zhi, muttering quietly, "That’s my boss for you, even with her face covered, she gets hit on..."
In truth, Bai Tingxun didn’t know that Rong Zhi genuinely didn’t want to add friends; she was tired of being stared at by a certain man with a resentful, pained gaze.
It annoyed her just thinking about it.
Arriving at Ying Hengyu’s location, Rong Zhi stopped, one hand in her pocket, her eyes slightly narrowed.
Ying Hengyu was having a great time playing bumper cars with a group of children, crashing into one after another. Eventually, when the children teamed up and flipped his car, he noticed Rong Zhi.
Even though the young man stood there as cold and clear as ever, masked, he still exuded a unique presence that made him instantly recognizable to Ying Hengyu.
He waved at her from a distance, "Third Sister!"
The mall had the air conditioning and heating turned on high, so it wasn’t cold. Rong Zhi slightly turned her gaze, casually observing the ’Beluga Bumper Car Competition’ banner.
Beside it was a board detailing the competition rules, inviting both parents and children to sign up. The first prize was five hundred dollars and three cans of Beluga brand milk powder.
A few children gathered around Ying Hengyu, eager to help him up.
The young man got up himself, dusting off, reminding the children, "No worries, see that guy over there? Go get him, he’s even more skilled than me."
The children asked innocently, "Really? Is he really better than Brother Yu?"
"Absolutely," Ying Hengyu patted one child’s head, "Go on, get him to join the competition, and your milk powder for this week will be sorted!"
Rong Zhi, witnessing this scene, felt an impending bad omen and turned to leave.
But the children quickly ran over, clutching her leg, looking up with moist, adorable eyes, saying, "Brother, are you going to join the bumper car competition? It’s so fun! If you win, there’s milk powder, and it’s sweet!"
She quietly cracked her knuckles, the air pressure around her dropped, meeting Ying Hengyu’s amused gaze with faint irritation in her eyes, "Explain?"
Ying Hengyu, capitalizing on her reluctance to deal harshly with children, instructed another little girl to grab her leg and finally spoke with a smile, "Hey, this is because Man Yue, who works part-time at the welfare center, is on leave. They’re short-handed, and since I was free, I thought I’d lend a hand."
Qin Man Yue’s family background isn’t extensive, not exactly poor but certainly not comparable to the Ying Family. She loves children and often helps out in a welfare center near her home when she has free time.
Having pursued Qin Man Yue for years, Ying Hengyu is naturally well aware of her routines, and frequently visits the welfare center himself.
Since Qin Man Yue started her senior year, she’s had less time to visit the welfare center. She mentioned this casually to him recently, and seeing as Ying wasn’t overly concerned with his studies, he snuck out to play while taking care of the children.
Rong Zhi listened, flexing her wrists, considering which approach would be most effective.
Ying Hengyu quickly raised his hands in surrender, "No, no, no, bro, let’s talk this through. There’s no need for violence, not with the kids here. It wouldn’t be right, would it?"
Rong Zhi kept a straight face, "So you tricked me into coming here?"
"Of course not!" Ying Hengyu replied earnestly, "I noticed you haven’t been sleeping well lately, there’s redness in your eyes, and your voice is so hoarse; you seemed stressed. You should relax a bit, don’t keep pushing yourself."
In his periphery, he noticed Bai Tingxun, having coaxed a child to let go, following Rong Zhi. He blinked in surprise, "Whoa, Third Sister, who’s this? Did you bring them?"
Rong Zhi’s gaze lowered, her fingers gently hooked by a little girl’s hand, she smiled softly, "Brother."
She slightly turned her gaze, distantly cold, "My secretary."
Ying Hengyu nodded in understanding.
Taking advantage of Rong Zhi’s temporary immobility, Ying Hengyu promptly went to the registration desk to sign her up for the competition. Upon returning, Rong Zhi kicked his leg.