Chapter 30
Seeing that it was getting late, Special Assistant Song, who was known for his great achievements, whispered with Rong Jing and then offered to leave.
Upon hearing this, Li Jianzhong immediately gestured to Chen Rong and said to Rong Jing and Song Qing, "It's getting late today, and it's not convenient for me to be here. Why don't you let Rong take you two out for a simple meal first? When I recover, I'll treat the master and Special Assistant Song to a meal at Shunji."
The Shunji mentioned by Li Jianzhong is a Chinese restaurant with a century-old history. It has a rich menu and uses top-quality ingredients. Normally, you have to make a reservation several days in advance to book a private room.
The fact that Li Jianzhong could mention this place is enough to prove his sincerity.
Xie Changshi and his secretaries were on a business trip to Hai City today, and they said they might not be back for three days. No one was home, so Rong Jing thought about it and didn't refuse. It just so happened that Special Assistant Song was also single and too lazy to go home and cook. The man and the zombie exchanged a glance, and the former smiled politely, "Thank you for the expense, Mr. Chen."
They all worked in the same circle and had perfected their ability to talk to people. Chen Rong waved his hand and became polite: "Assistant Song, you're joking. It's my honor to treat you two to dinner."
Although it was a simple meal, Chen Rong did not just find a place to eat. Instead, he drove to a high-end Chinese restaurant nearby and asked for a private room with the best location.
Rong Jing was unfamiliar with this restaurant, but that didn't stop him from liking its design. The restaurant seemed to be built in a vast garden, surrounded by small bridges and flowing water, and a vast variety of flowers. Walking along the path, the breeze blew, and the nose was filled with the light but not greasy fragrance of flowers.
Seeing Rong Jing's interest in the restaurant, Chen Rong continued to talk. "This restaurant is owned by a friend of mine. These flowers are his wife's favorite. But his wife got sick a while ago, and now he wants to sell the restaurant."
As he spoke, he couldn't help but sigh: "If I didn't know much about the catering industry, I would really like to take over."
Rong Jing didn't know much about business, so he didn't respond. Song Qing thought for a moment and asked Chen Rong, "I know this restaurant. Business is usually pretty good, right?"
Chen Rong nodded: "Yes."
As they were talking, the three of them had already arrived at the private room. Chen Rong ordered the restaurant's signature dishes and also selected Rong Jing's favorite dishes.
As soon as the dishes were served, Rong Jing started taking pictures.
Seeing this, Chen Rong couldn't help but smile and asked, "Master, do you like taking photos and posting them on social media?"
Rong Jing really likes taking photos and posting them on WeChat Moments. He doesn't have many friends, but people like Yuan Siyu and Mo Jingtong always give him exceptionally enthusiastic emotional feedback, and he likes this way of getting along.
But today was an exception, and he answered truthfully: "No, I'm telling my guardian that I ate well."
guardian?
Chen Rong once again observed Rong Jing's appearance and facial features. To be honest, Rong Jing's face really looked young, and Chen Rong had been unsure of his age. Now, hearing the word "guardian", he couldn't help but ask, "Is Master Rong still underage?"
"I'm twenty years old."
Twenty?
The family is still so worried about the child's daily life.
When he was twenty, his parents warned him not to do anything stupid and didn't even give him a glance.
But of course, he had to keep this matter in his heart. Mr. Chen's expression remained unchanged. He smiled and said, "Parents are always worried about whether their children are doing well outside."
Song Qing: “…”
He bit the soft flesh in his mouth and pursed his lips, then quickly lowered his head to drink some water, fearing that his laughter would leak out without him noticing.
Then, relying on the fact that Xie Changshi was not present, he took the opportunity to joke, "Yeah, that's the mentality of an old father. I can understand it."
Chen Rong took the opportunity to talk to Song Qing about the issues of getting married and having children, with the theme of "old father's mentality" and worrying about children. Rong Jing lowered her head, poked at Xie Changshi's profile picture, and quietly complained: Special Assistant Song said you are my old father.
Xie Changshi had just left the branch in Hai City.
He leaned against the back seat of the Maybach, took off his suit, casually opened two buttons of his shirt, rubbed his aching forehead with his long fingers, and heard the secretary's occasional reports in his ears. He vaguely felt a little annoyed.
He should have been on his way to pick up Rong Jing at this time.
Judging from Rong Jing's personality, he is probably already thinking about what to eat in the evening.
He lowered his eyes, wiping away the irritation in them, took out his cell phone, and first saw a photo sent by the boy.
The rich variety of dishes and Chen Rong's inadvertent revealing of half his face made Xie Changshi quickly guess the origin of today's meal. After all, he knew it when Song Qing went to Rong Jing for help.
He tapped the screen with his fingertip and was about to reply, but the next second, the words 'Special Assistant Song said you are my old father' popped up unexpectedly.
Xie Changshi's fingers paused slightly.
After a while, he curled his lips, let out an ambiguous chuckle, and then said: Do you want to call me daddy?
Rong Jing obviously didn't expect Xie Changshi to be so shameless. He rarely called Xie Changshi brother before, but now he actually wanted him to call him daddy. It was wishful thinking.
Without hesitation, he sent Xie Changshi a peach emoticon.
Below the peach are a few bright words: I want to eat peach.
Xie Changshi: “…”
Where did you learn such a backward joke?
As Rong Jing typed away, Chen Rong, who had already reached the same agreement with Special Assistant Song on 'no marriage, no children', looked up and saw the unconscious smile on the master's face. He then touched Special Assistant Song's arm and said with surprise, "A lot of kids these days are annoyed by their parents' control. I have a friend whose child is in his rebellious phase. If his father asks him one more question, he'll explode like a firecracker."
Then he praised Master Rong: "It's rare to see someone like Master who maintains such a harmonious relationship with his old father and can still smile so happily."
Song Qing wanted to laugh again.
But he held back and nodded vigorously: "You are right."
Halfway through the meal, the restaurant owner heard that my friend was having a meal, so he came to the door of the private room with a glass of wine and knocked on the door.
Meeting the gazes of Song Qing and Rong Jing, the boss smiled kindly at them, and then Chen Rong brought people over to introduce them to both parties.
"This is the owner of this restaurant, Cui Linshan."
"Old Cui, this is Xie's special assistant Song Qingsong, and the other one is Rong Jing, Master Rong."
Cui Linshan wasn't surprised that Chen Rong and Song Qing were in contact. He'd heard Chen Rong mention the Jiang and Xie families' collaboration while they were drinking. But where did this Master Rong come from?
And he looks too young.
Although he was surprised and puzzled, Cui Linshan still shook hands with Song Qing and Rong Jing with a smile on his face: "Hello, A Rong's friends are my friends. If you come to Shanshui and mention my name in the future, I will definitely give you a discount."
Song Qing smiled and responded with a few words. Chen Rong, who was standing beside him, heard this and his eyes lit up slightly: "What you mean is that you don't plan to sell Shanshui?"
Cui Linshan waved his hand: "That's not the case. I have a friend who is willing to pay a high price for it. But don't worry, there will definitely be more discounts if you mention my name."
Chen Rong ignored his teasing and just frowned and asked, "How is my sister-in-law?"
Speaking of his wife, Cui Linshan's smile faded completely. He shook his head and sighed, "I just can't find out what's wrong, but I have an appointment at a big hospital in Connecticut. I plan to take her there tomorrow to have a checkup. I just came here today and heard the waiter say you were there, so I came to check on her."
Chen Rong didn't say anything else, just patted his friend's shoulder vigorously.
Cui Linshan left quickly because he was worried about his wife. His arrival obviously affected Chen Rong's mood, and he seemed a little absent-minded during the rest of the meal. Coincidentally, Rong Jing and Song Qing had almost finished their meals, so he simply suggested ending the meal and going home.
Song Qing drove us here, and he drove us back as well.
Rong Jing sat in the back seat of the car, her face pressed against the window, watching the trees outside the window retreat one by one with a bit of boredom, until Song Qing's voice rang out: "I have heard a little about the restaurant owner, Cui Linshan, and his wife. It is said that they are childhood sweethearts, and have been together since kindergarten."
Song Qing sighed, "From school uniforms to wedding dresses, it's been so many years. I didn't expect his wife to have health problems now. God is really blind."
Not long after Song Qing's cricket-like voice fell, a silver lightning suddenly flashed across the originally calm sky, followed by thunder, and huge raindrops fell without warning, making the car's windshield rattle.
Song Qing: “…”
Dazed and stunned, he tried to look at the dark sky above his head, but the rain was so heavy that the wipers didn't have time to work, and the water splashing on the windshield completely blocked his view.
Swallowing a curse word, he activated the hazard lights, slowed down, and couldn't help but glance at Rong Jing through the rearview mirror: "Is this revenge?"
Rong Jing looked at Special Assistant Song as if he was a fool: "It just happened to rain."
Song Qing breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back in his chair. "I thought God heard me scolding him and got angry—"
Before they could finish their sentence, Song Qing and Rong Jing felt the car body shake and a force push from behind. If they had not obeyed the traffic rules and fastened their seat belts, they might have smashed the windshield and flew out.
But even though he was not knocked away, Song Qing was still shaken all over.
"Who bumped into us?" Song Qing cursed at being hit in this weather. He took out an umbrella from beside the seat and handed it to Rong Jing. "It might not be safe in the car. Why don't you come with me?"
Of course Rong Jing did not refuse.
Although the two of them held an umbrella, the rain was too heavy and the wind was too strong. Although their fingers were tightly holding the handle, the umbrella was rustling. Song Qing was not paying attention and the umbrella was blown away by the wind.
The rain rushed down, almost driving others crazy.
Seeing this, Rong Jing quickly moved the umbrella over and felt sorry for Special Assistant Song for three seconds.
Song Qing: "This must be God's revenge on me. I'm so petty."
Pop.
The tree trunk next to him made a cracking sound. Song Qing was quick-eyed and quick-handed, and jumped to the side to avoid the falling branches.
Song Qing: "I was wrong. I kowtow to you, please forgive me."
He waited for three seconds, and finally there were no more strange and almost fatal noises around him. Song Qing suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. However, when he took Rong Jing around to the back of the vehicle and saw the empty space without a single car, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief again.
The violent storm overhead did not disappear, and the entire sky looked extremely terrifying. The streetlights on both sides of the road appeared particularly dim in such a contrast, and looked hazy and blurred.
At this time, it seems normal not to be able to see the vehicle behind clearly, but didn’t that car just hit the back of their car?
Escape so fast?
Song Qing turned on the flashlight and took two steps forward. In the misty air covered with rain, there was only rising water vapor and nothing else. Not to mention the vehicle involved in the accident, even the outline of a car could not be seen.
He frowned and whispered in Rong Jing's ear, "Looks like I'll have to wait until tomorrow morning to ask the traffic police to check the surveillance footage."
He put his finger on the back of the car, wanting to see the extent of the damage. Looking down, he saw that the areas illuminated by the flashlight were completely intact. His pupils widened again, and in disbelief, he leaned over and put his entire face close to the back of the car, shining the flashlight over it bit by bit.
There are no scratches or dents, and the curve of the Maybach's rear end is as perfect as if it was new from the factory.
Song Qing: “…”
He swallowed and slowly turned his gaze to Rong Jing.
Then he asked uncertainly, "We were indeed confronted a little bit just now, weren't we?"
That feeling that almost knocked the water out of his head couldn't have been his illusion, right?
The two of them sharing one umbrella were a bit crowded, and the rain, which couldn't be stopped, fell from Rong Jing's forehead, soaking his hair and sticking to his eyelids. Rong Jing squinted his eyes, wiped them away casually with his clothes, nodded, and hummed a reassuring sound.
So what's happening now?
Song Qing looked at the empty road behind him, then at the intact vehicle. A flash of light flashed through his mind, and a guess that would have been absolutely unbelievable in the past but was now 90% likely popped up in his mind.
He affirmed, "We have encountered a ghost."
Then he decisively took a step back and hid behind Rong Jing: "Mr. Rong, it's your turn."
Rong Jing: “…”
Are you backing away too quickly?
Rong Jing looked around and found that there was indeed a faint ghostly aura floating around, but it was quickly carried away by the heavy rain.
This proves that the little devil is no longer here.
If it was indeed the kid who hit the back of their car, why did he disappear after they got out of the car?
Based on his understanding of the little devil, shouldn't the other party take the opportunity to deal with them after they get off the bus?
Doubts were rising in Rong Jing's mind. Before he could figure it out, Song Qing seemed to have seen something. He quickly touched the boy's elbow and urged him in his ear: "Look over there! There seems to be a car coming!"
In the distance ahead, yellow lights flashed continuously through the rain and fog, catching Rong Jing's eyes.
But what was strange was that Song Qing and Rong Jing waited for three or four minutes but did not see the car coming over, and the size and brightness of the lights did not change at all. This was enough to indicate one thing - during this period of time, the car on the opposite side did not move in distance.
"Are you experiencing a problem?" But despite saying that, Song Qing had no intention of moving forward.
He knew the whole process of Liu Liu's fright on the rainy night, and since then he has become more cautious about these things.
Although... with Rong Jing, who can kick a strong man away with one kick, it seems that there is no need to worry about these trivial things.
"Let's go and take a look." Rong Jing suddenly spoke.
"Did it really go on?"
"That was an illusion created by the little ghost. It's not real." Rong Jing explained. Then, looking at Special Assistant Song's face, which looked too pale under the light, she asked him considerately, "If you're scared, why don't you stay in the car and wait for me to come back?"
Before he could finish his words, one of Rong Jing's arms was hugged by Song Qing.
Special Assistant Song showed his eight big white teeth: "Mr. Rong, President Xie asked me to stay by your side and protect your safety."
While speaking, he emphasized the tone of the word "closely".
Rong Jing didn't believe it at all, but out of courtesy, he didn't expose Special Assistant Song. He just lifted Special Assistant Song from his arm with one hand and said to him, "Then follow behind me. I will protect you."
Song Qing was so moved that she wiped away the non-existent tears from the corners of her eyes.
It has to be said that Master Rong’s boyfriend power is off the charts!
Special Assistant Song envied his boss Xie for a second, then he quickly quickened his pace and followed closely behind the young man.
They walked forward, but the distance between them and the car did not decrease. Ten minutes later, the scent of the little ghost smelled by Rong Jing became particularly strong, and the hazy fog around him began to dissipate gradually. Although the raindrops as big as beans were still falling behind him, the place in front of him became gradually clearer in his eyes.
After walking for nearly twenty minutes, they arrived at a place that was obviously not the familiar road they were originally on, but the entrance to an unfamiliar alley.
This position... is quite ambiguous.
It's a perfect place to kill people and hide bodies in novels and movies.
"Did you bring me here to ask me for something?" Rong Jing asked unexpectedly. His voice rang out amidst the sound of rain, startling the little ghost who was hiding nearby and secretly observing. The little ghost held on to the wall at the entrance of the alley with both hands. His already big eyes widened even more at this moment. He poked his head out and looked in the direction of Rong Jing with some uncertainty.
However, his eyes met Rong Jing's at first sight.
The little ghost gasped and shrank back suddenly.
Can this human see it?
Realizing this, the little ghost bit his sharp nails anxiously, and his barren head began to spin wildly.
Although the person was randomly stopped by it along the way, there shouldn't be any danger, but... what if?
What if this guy is also an accomplice of that group of people? !
The little ghost cautiously took two steps back, wanting to take this opportunity to escape quietly, but when he thought of the person he had hidden deep in the alley, he bit his lips worriedly and began to hesitate.
Rong Jing stared at the alley entrance. Although he didn't see the other person, he could vaguely feel the other person's ghost aura becoming stronger and weaker.
He thought for a moment, then raised his voice and said, "I'm a Taoist priest from Xuantian Temple. I can sense that you don't harbor any resentment, and I have no ill intentions either. If you need my help, just tell me directly. If not, I'll be leaving soon."
It's already past nine o'clock.
It won’t be long before my old father Xie Changshi calls to check on me.
The little ghost didn't know which temple Xuantian Temple was, but when he heard that Rong Jing was going back, he rushed out regardless of anything and revealed his entire face under the light.
This was a very handsome little ghost, who looked no more than seven or eight years old. He was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and shorts. His clean face was full of anxiety. He opened his mouth and uttered "ah ah ah" twice, then pointed his finger into the alley and then pointed at the mirror.
Song Qing saw the little ghost show up on its own initiative, but he was not startled. Instead, he observed its movements and then asked tentatively: "Is it trying to say that there is a person inside?"
The little ghost turned his head and looked at Song Qing, nodding vigorously.
"Is he your breeder?" Rong Jing asked.
The kid continued to nod.
"Is he injured?"
The little ghost continued to nod, then he plucked up his courage and carefully reached out his hand, gently grabbed the corner of Rong Jing's clothes, and wanted to drag him into the alley.
It seemed to be worried that Rong Jing might not be willing, so it rubbed its body with its left hand for a long time, and finally took out a very small brocade bag and handed it to Rong Jing.
Rong Jing took it and saw that there were several talisman papers stuffed inside.
It is probably a treasure given to the little ghost by its owner for self-defense.
Now I'm being used as a bargaining chip by this kid.
Rong Jing could tell from the little ghost's behavior and the items in the brocade bag that both the man and the ghost should have good personalities, so he decisively stuffed the brocade bag, pulled the rope, and handed it back to the little ghost.
Under the gaze of the other party's eyes, which suddenly turned red due to what he thought was rejection, the young man smiled and curved his eyes to comfort it: "Don't worry, I don't want this thing. I'll give it back to you, but we will still save your owner."
Seeing that the little ghost was really anxious, he didn't waste any more time and quickened his pace to walk inside.
The alley was a dead end, there were no lights inside, and the street lights outside had a limited illumination range, so it became darker the further in he went. Rong Jing turned on the flashlight and gradually stopped.
In the gaps between the pockets of various waste and garbage, a thin-looking figure was curled up. He was covered in blood, and the blood on his body spread along the cracks in the ground to the feet of Rong Jing and Song Qing.
The flashlight flashed by, illuminating the other person's bloodless face.
Song Qing, startled, quickly stepped forward and probed under the other person's nose with his finger.
After a while, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Although his breathing is weak, he's still alive." But if he delays any longer, it's hard to say whether he's alive or dead. He asked Rong Jing, "Should we just send him to the hospital?"
Rong Jing nodded.
Song Qing took the initiative to step forward, carefully finding the right angle to pick up the injured young man. Rong Jing saw this and quickly held up an umbrella to shield the two from the wind and rain. He also hugged the anxious little ghost in his arms and said, "Let's go to the hospital and see your owner."
Song Qing chose a hospital under the Xie family. After sending the man to the hospital, a doctor quickly examined the young man and provided him with treatment.
Rong Jing looked at Song Qing's clothes, which were soaked with rain and blood, and asked him, "Assistant Song, why don't you go back and take a shower and change your clothes first? You'll catch a cold."
"Mr. Rong, do you want to stay?" Song Qing asked.
Rong Jing nodded.
Originally, the good zombie could have left the scene after doing his good deeds here, but just as he was hugging the little ghost, he unexpectedly discovered that there was a familiar leaf mark on the back of the little ghost!
Thinking of the previous two little ghosts who also had leaf marks, Rong Jing felt that those hidden secrets seemed to be within reach.
The young man lying in the emergency room must know the whole reason.
He didn't want to miss this opportunity.
Song Qing thought for a moment and said to Rong Jing, "Then I'll go to a nearby hotel and get a room for an hour, take a shower and change clothes, and come back later."
Rong Jing waved at him and said, "Go home and rest. I'll be here for you."
"but……"
"Don't worry, Special Assistant Song, everything will be fine. It's getting late, and you still have to go to work tomorrow. Go back and get some rest."
Song Qing knew that what Rong Jing said made sense. After hesitating for a while, he nodded and said, "Then please feel free to contact me if you have anything. I'll bring you breakfast tomorrow morning."
When Rong Jing heard about breakfast, her eyes lit up: "Okay, okay, I want to eat Ding Youwei's buns."
"no problem."
After sending Song Qing away, Rong Jing brought the ghost he had brought back from Li Jianzhong's ward, pulled the pretty little ghost over, and asked it, "Do you know it?"
As soon as the little ghost saw the other party, it jumped up and down and kept screaming "Ahhh". It was obvious that it knew the other party, but unfortunately Rong Jing couldn't understand what it said.
He had no regrets, after all, there was a caregiver in the operating room.
Just as I was thinking about it, my cell phone rang.
Rong Jing lowered his head and Xie Changshi's name popped up.
He thought, his old father really came to check on him.
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