Chasing You Like a Tenacious Falcon

In the chaos, it was Gu Lan who first called for an ambulance.

Zuo Zichen went to the hospital to get stitches. The wound had nearly reached his eye, making it extremely dangerous.

That evening, Zuo Zhiyu was about to beat Zuo Yunxuan on the spot, but Zuo Zhaoyuan and Zhang Liufang stopped him.

"He's only 10 years old, what does he know?"

"He's still young! He didn't mean to do it!"

The two elders doted on their grandson to an extreme degree.

Xu Zhiyi, however, didn't care. She rushed forward and shouted, "You bitch! You put him up to it, didn't you? You want my son dead!"

Hou Qiaoling crossed her arms and said indifferently, "How ridiculous. The drone remote was in my son's hands. Your son insisted on grabbing it, and in the struggle, the drone went out of control and hit him in the face. That's his own bad luck. What does it have to do with my son?"

Xu Zhiyi retorted, "Bullshit! I checked the surveillance footage. Zichen never even touched the remote. There's no way the drone would've suddenly flown toward him unless your son did it on purpose!"

Hou Qiaoling sneered, "Hmph! My son has received an elite education. He's not as stupid as your son, raised by a useless mother like you. Your son was screaming and shouting, scaring my son! If you're not satisfied, go ahead and call the police. But you'll need evidence."

Zuo Zhiyu, utterly frustrated, shouted at Zuo Yunxuan, "What really happened? Tell me!"

Zuo Yunxuan, his eyes red, said, "Dad, I don't know why Zichen insisted on grabbing my drone. I told him I didn't want to play with him. Doesn't he have his own toys?"

Zuo Zhiyu frowned, casting a suspicious glance at Xu Zhiyi.

Xu Zhiyi exploded in rage, "Does my son need your stupid toy drone? What kind of nonsense are you spouting, you little brat!"

As another argument was about to break out, Zuo Zhiyu roared, "Everyone, get back to your rooms! Stop this nonsense!"

Hou Qiaoling shot Xu Zhiyi a disdainful look and headed upstairs.

The room arrangement in the Zuo household was quite peculiar. Zuo Zhiyu, Hou Qiaoling, and Xu Zhiyi's rooms were on the third floor, while the two elders and the youngest baby were on the first floor. Quan Zhisui, Zuo Zichen, and Zuo Yunxuan were all on the second floor.

It was a messy and absurd setup.

Quan Zhisui returned to her room and immediately locked the door. She turned off the lights, drew the curtains, and sat quietly on the sofa, closing her eyes to rest.

Several hours later, deep into the night, she heard a noise at the door.

Someone was trying to pick the lock.

Quan Zhisui opened her eyes and looked toward the door.

The locked door ultimately remained unopened. After fiddling with it for a while, the person gave up.

Based on the height at which the lock-picking tool was being used, Quan Zhisui estimated that the person was between 1.4 to 1.5 meters tall.

She looked up at the ceiling, feeling an unprecedented sense of calm. She wasn't angry at all.

She didn't even think about twisting someone's head off.

The next day, Quan Zhisui didn't do her homework. Instead, she went to the hospital.

As usual, Fang Yue drove her there and back, keeping her in his sight at all times and reporting to Zuo Zhiyu in real-time.

Zuo Zichen had stayed overnight in the hospital. He was lying in bed, staring blankly, but when he saw Quan Zhisui, he immediately sat up.

"Sis!" he said urgently, even a bit fearfully, "What did Dad say yesterday?"

Quan Zhisui replied, "Didn't your mom tell you?"

Zuo Zichen said, "She did. She said that brat didn't even get a beating?"

Quan Zhisui nodded, "Tell me what happened."

Zuo Zichen explained, "I didn't grab it. He invited me to play with the drone. I told him not to play near your window, and he said okay, but then he deliberately flew the drone into your window. I scolded him, and he started losing control, pressing buttons randomly on the remote. I panicked and tried to grab it, and then—bam! It hit me in the face."

Quan Zhisui commented, "Interesting."

Zuo Zichen said, "Sis! That kid is terrifying!"

He was genuinely scared. Thankfully, his eye wasn't damaged.

The ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‍wound wasn't complicated to stitch up, but Zuo Zichen had chosen to stay in the hospital to calm down and think things through.

After a whole night, he still couldn't figure it out. How could a 10-year-old boy be so terrifying?

He was on a whole different level compared to Zuo Zichen at that age!

Quan Zhisui didn't respond. She recalled the moment she had seen Zuo Yunxuan at the staircase.

The way that little boy had looked at her...

Zuo Zichen asked again, "Sis, I'm a bit scared. What should we do about this? His mom, that Aunt Hou, doesn't seem like an easy person either."

Quan Zhisui glanced at him, "He's 10 years old and 1.4 meters tall. You're 17 and 1.84 meters tall."

Zuo Zichen: "???"

Quan Zhisui asked, "Are you still practicing horse stance and standing post?"

Zuo Zichen opened his mouth, his eyes wide with shock.

After a long pause, he shouted, "Yes!"

Quan Zhisui got up to leave.

Zuo Zichen panicked and grabbed her, "Sis, you're on my side, right?"

Quan Zhisui replied, "Oh, never."

You're a pawn, others are pawns or players, but she's the one who flips the board.

Zuo Zichen: "..."

After leaving the hospital, Quan Zhisui didn't return to the Zuo household. Instead, she wandered around the streets. She had been in Liangxi Town for over half a year but had never taken the time to explore the city.

She had no emotional attachment to Liangxi Town, but it was her mother's hometown.

What a strange feeling.

The Zuo Group was no longer under her family's control. It no longer bore the Quan name. What was the point of keeping it?

...

Quan Zhisui returned to the Zuo household before dinner, bringing some stationery with her.

On the first floor, she ran into Zuo Zichen.

Zuo Zichen had been discharged from the hospital and was back, his face still bandaged. He followed Quan Zhisui, ready to head to dinner.

At that moment, Zuo Yunxuan stood on the staircase, waving a drone at them, "Brother, sister, want to play with the drone later?"

He smiled so innocently!

Zuo Zichen's expression turned complicated, and anger flickered in his eyes.

Quan Zhisui paused and said, "How dumb. If a brat acts up, just hit him."

With that, she walked into the dining room.

Two seconds later, Zuo Zichen snapped out of it. He stepped forward, using his height and build to his advantage, and grabbed Zuo Yunxuan by the collar!

Then...

He started beating him mercilessly!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Thud!

A 1.84-meter-tall guy beating up a 1.4-meter-tall kid—Zuo Yunxuan didn't stand a chance.

Zuo Zichen hadn't hit anyone in a long time. He had been focusing on his studies and had left his violent past behind.

This wasn't some awakening; it was a return to his roots!

Damn it, you little brat!

Did you think the title "Zuo of Liang Secondary School" was just for show?

In the dining room, the same scene from yesterday played out. Zuo Zhiyu sat at the head of the table, while Xu Zhiyi and Hou Qiaoling argued fiercely on either side.

Zuo Zhaoyuan and Zhang Liufang were still playing with their youngest grandson, acting like clueless old fools.

Soon, Zuo Yunxuan's ear-piercing screams echoed from outside.

Everyone was startled and rushed out to see what was happening. They found Zuo Zichen pinning Zuo Yunxuan to the ground and beating him relentlessly.

Zuo Yunxuan was no match for Zuo Zichen, and this incident instantly reignited Zuo Zichen's violent tendencies.

Punching wasn't enough for him. He grabbed the drone and smashed it into Zuo Yunxuan's face!

The Zuo family hurried to break up the fight. Hou Qiaoling was furious and started pulling at Xu Zhiyi.

Zuo Zhiyu's head was pounding. He shouted at everyone to stop, but they were all out of control, and no one paid him any attention.