Bai Su gently held a utility knife in his beautiful fingers, slowly slicing open the box tape, glanced coolly at Jiang Gujun with a calm demeanor.
Rong Jiazze, recovering from her surprise at the sight of the gun, patted Jiang Gujun and explained, "Brother’s CSS project is already a third done; it’s normal for him to design something ."
It seemed he was the only one who couldn’t remember things.
The boxes were soon unpacked; three out of eighteen contained handguns, two contained variously shaped grenades, and the rest were filled with mechanical products for other uses, along with a box holding some unmarked containers.
Rong Zhi first took out the handguns and, in front of everyone, fluidly disassembled them in a process so swift that it left no time to react.
Afterwards, she went on to dismantle the other products.
Once everything was disassembled, the ground was neatly covered with a pile of mechanical parts.
Jiang Gujun felt a headache coming on just looking at them.
When assembled, he recognized these items, but when broken down into parts, aside from the handgun, almost none were familiar to him.
Rong Zhi, however, asked Bai Su to bring over a laptop, assembling while calmly using terms Jiang Gujun couldn’t understand.
Soon, the parts were put together again, reverting to their original form, and Rong Zhi took the laptop, modifying the recorded data, then integrating it into a file.
Her slender, pale fingers danced quickly over the keyboard, and a deep ocean blue interface soon appeared, prompting her to enter a login username and password.
The circle on the interface spun and soon transitioned to another screen, with a lightning tearing through clouds icon in the top left corner, looking ominous.
Bai Su squinted slightly upon seeing the icon.
But before his eyes, Rong Zhi had already opened a chat box, covering the icon, and he leisurely retracted his gaze, however, his attention shifted naturally to the eighteen boxes before him, thoughtfully tapping his forehead.
Transferring the data to Jing Ji, Rong Zhi shut down the laptop.
Seeing the young man seemingly ready to leave, Bai Su returned from his thoughts.
Bai Su’s eyelashes quivered lightly, and he stood up to follow: "I’ll escort you."
Shen Junze handed the menu to the two ahead, smiling, "Order whatever you want to eat."
Rong Zhi softly thanked him, then ordered a few dishes according to Bai Su’s taste, having not much appetite herself.
Originally, Shen Junze messaged her at noon to celebrate her winning first place in the national Olympiad, but she had accidentally overslept, managing only to come for a late-night snack after Shen Junze got off work.
While the young one ordered, the other two men on the seats exchanged glances, assessing each other.
Shen Junze quietly clicked his tongue.
That bite mark from before, was it from this person? ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ novel-fire.ɴet
He looked quite good; why play so wildly?
Shen Junze secretly glanced at the young one, just as Rong Zhi handed the menu to the waiter, and as she lifted her hand, her neckline slipped to the side, exposing the exquisitely delicate collarbone, with a striking dark red bite mark on her cold, jade-like skin.
No matter how calm he was, Shen Junze couldn’t help but be surprised.
Rong Zhi turned back to meet Shen Junze’s rather complicated gaze, raising her brow, "What’s the matter?"
Shen Junze blinked, sighed, advising in a seasoned tone, "Third Young Master, you’re still young, it’s fine to have fun, but don’t overdo it; health is important."
Rong Zhi’s complexion was actually quite fine, just somewhat lack of sleep, a bit listless.
Shen Junze naturally misunderstood.
Rong Zhi immediately fell silent.
This familiar scenario left her somewhat speechless.
Underneath the table, she kicked someone’s calf.
Bai Su was slightly stunned, then lowered his eyes, concealing the amusement that almost overflowed in his peach blossom eyes.
Rong Zhi lazily lifted her eyelids, expressionless, "Hm."
The meal concluded with Shen Junze chatting with Bai Su; the two were of similar age, and as they conversed, Shen Junze suddenly made a puzzled sound, curiously saying, "Mr. Bai, you seem somewhat familiar to me."
Bai Su remained expressionless, "There are many similar people in the world; maybe President Shen has seen someone resembling me elsewhere."
Shen Junze shook his head, "Someone with your looks, I wouldn’t forget after seeing once, but what you said is quite true."
Maybe he did see someone who looked a lot like Bai Su somewhere.
Shen Junze thought for a long time but couldn’t recall.
Words spoken unintentionally, but the listener took them to heart.
Rong Zhi’s fox-like eyes gradually narrowed.
As they parted, Shen Junze added Bai Su on WeChat.
"We could have a meal together sometime, just to make a new friend."
Bai Su responded, "Goodbye, President Shen."
Shen Junze waved them off, turned, and got into his own car.
Under the slightly dim lights at the entrance, the young one’s eyes were shadowed with misty coolness, gazing with a somewhat vacant look towards the distant horizon.
The scarf pulled up to cover the lower half of her face, with snow and wind kept at bay outside, a man brushed the snow off her head, pulling up the hood of her coat.
Bai Su clasped her hand, gently rubbing it, a gentle yet mischievous smile in his clear, elegant eyes, "Let’s go, we’ll head home."
The streetlights stretched their shadows infinitely long, Rong Zhi walked slowly, and Bai Su matched her pace, casually strolling on the street.
Not in a hurry to return, Bai Su searched for nearby entertainment venues and decided to take Rong Zhi to a cinema that was still open.
Both wore scarves, but couldn’t quite hide the aura that set them apart from the surroundings. Fortunately, it was cold, and there were fewer people watching movies at night.
Someone nearby sneaked a photo.
Rong Zhi slightly turned her eyes, prompting a cry of surprise from them.
She subtly raised her brow, and the two girls quickly approached.
"Rong Zhi? Is it Rong Zhi?"
"The eyes do look similar, just like Third Young Master’s fox-like eyes!"
Bai Su turned after buying the tickets, saw the young one surrounded, and immediately frowned, his voice soft, "Could you please step aside?"
The two girls paused, their gaze towards Bai Su became slightly astonished.
Rong Zhi lifted her gaze to meet his suddenly deep peach blossom eyes, perceiving no malice from them, and pulled Bai Su’s sleeve, speaking lightly, "It’s alright, the movie’s about to start, let’s go."
Bai Su lowered his eyes, met hers for a moment, then reluctantly agreed with a nod, reversing to hold her hand and lead her away from the ambush.
Rong Zhi nodded to the two girls, her tone carrying slight apology, "Sorry."
Upon hearing this, Bai Su stopped walking.
He slightly tilted his face, expressionless, and nodded lightly.
He misunderstood, thinking Rong Zhi had trouble, and thus had spoken harshly.
Although apologizing to irrelevant people wasn’t part of Young Master Bai’s code of conduct, since Rong Zhi had apologized, he had no reason not to acknowledge.
The two girls quickly recovered from their shock, hurriedly waving their hands, "No, no, it was us who disturbed you first, if anyone should apologize, it’s us!"
As an apology, they bought drinks and popcorn for Rong Zhi, and coincidentally, when checking the tickets, all four were in the same screening, just in adjacent seats.
During the movie, the girls frequently glanced at the young one beside them, typed on their phones with the brightness turned down —
[Girls, I met my idol today!! It’s really her, those fox-like eyes, I definitely wouldn’t mistake them!! Plus, there’s someone with her who looks like the rumored boyfriend!]