The Undercover Heir is Actually Tycoon's Secret Girlfriend

Chapter 291 - 227

Two large tables of Hua Country dishes, Eight Treasure Duck, Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, etc. Once the lids were lifted, the fresh, fragrant, sweet, and sour aroma immediately filled the air.Windsor Yao couldn’t help but swallow a gulp, her eyes shining like a hungry wolf that hadn’t eaten for days.

"It smells so good! Looks so delicious."

She was sitting between Rong Zhi and Ying Cenchuan. Next to her, the gentle and refined Wen Lang turned his head and said with a smile, "If you like it, you can eat more later."

Windsor Yao nodded repeatedly.o feed you?"

Windsor Yao made a V shape with her hands and covered her eyes, "Wow, Ying Jiu, you really pamper your boyfriend. Listen to me, don’t spoil a man too much, he’ll get spoiled!"

As soon as she finished talking, she received a cold, knife-like gaze.

Windsor Yao: "..."

I think I should find myself under the car, not here, farewell!

There were five minutes until the clock struck midnight.

Everyone, full of food and drink, was preparing to change venues and continue partying.

Rong Zhi had something to attend to and left the table first. Fu Shan An noticed Bai Su was alone and felt it was a good opportunity.

Her cheeks were flushed, almond-shaped eyes watery, but her gaze carried a touch of sleepiness, she was clearly drunk.

Everyone was moving forward, she walked towards Bai Su, lowering her head as if drunk, her steps faltering, then unknowingly stepped on something, her whole body tilted to one side!

Seeing as she was about to fall to the ground, Bai Su was the nearest to her.

Fu Shan An reached out frantically, nearly grabbing the corner of the man’s clothes.

Bai Su watched, silently stepping to the side.

Fu Shan An’s eyes widened instantly, frightened she flailed her arms randomly and ended up grasping the support of Ying Zhao Yuan who came to her aid.

"You’re even capable of falling on flat ground."

A slightly mocking voice echoed from above her head.

Fu Shan An was so embarrassed her cheeks turned beet red.

She could feel others’ gazes; her earlier stumble had surely been seen through.

Ying Zhao Yuan helped Fu Shan An stand up straight and raised an eyebrow, asking, "Can you walk? If not, I’ll take you back to your room."

After all, she was his cousin, he couldn’t just ignore her.

Fu Shan An, unable to find an out, could only nod in agreement with Ying Zhao Yuan’s suggestion, "I...I’m a bit dizzy, Sixth...Sixth Cousin, please take me back..."

Ying Zhao Yuan: "Okay."

He unceremoniously dragged Fu Shan An away.

Behind them, Fu Xixiao furrowed her brows, "An’an, she..."

Thinking it didn’t seem right, she opted to keep quiet and didn’t say more.

However, Fu Jinyi, following on her left, pursed her lips and smiled silently.

Rong Zhi didn’t expect to see such a scene upon returning from her task. Her gaze scanned the route Fu Shan An had walked—a smooth and flat surface.

Tripping on such a route, what a feat it was for her.

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In the living room, everyone gathered together for the countdown.

Ying Zhao Yuan held up a phone and counted, "Five, four, three, two, one!"

"Ding-dong——"

The chime of midnight echoed throughout the castle. Reflecting on the four seasons of the past year, a new one arrived amidst the solemn and reverent bell sounds.

"Zai Zai, Happy New Year."

Beside her was a deep, rich, gentle, seductive voice. Rong Zhi turned her eyes, looking into the deep and tender loving eyes of the person in front of her. Rarely, she reached out to stroke his handsome and charming brow, and spoke with a light smile.

"Happy New Year."

Rong Zhi’s pale fingers lingered at the corner of his eye, speaking lazily, "Sleepy."

Bai Su leaned into her cool palm, chuckled softly, "Then let’s go back and rest."

Year after year, he would keep accompanying the youth, witnessing all the world’s lively bustling with her.

The two said goodbye to the others and went back to the room first.

Rong Zhi thought about sending Fu Yaoyao a New Year’s red envelope, took out her phone to send group messages, each 200,000 yuan, directly transferring up to the card limit.

During this time, Bai Su went to take a shower, she didn’t notice the silence in the restroom.

When he approached her, his tall stature brought a strong sense of pressure, and those slightly lowered eyes lacked the usual gentle indolence, instead appearing as deep as a well.

Just as Rong Zhi finished transferring funds to Fu Liang and was about to ask Bai Su what was up, suddenly, her chin was forcibly lifted by someone.