Chasing You Like a Tenacious Falcon

After arriving at the Wei Family's estate, Quan Zhisui finally understood why Wei Shixu had said the Zuo Family's home was small.

Hah...

This place surpassed her understanding of the word "manor." It was no wonder the Wei Family had been the wealthiest family in Liangxi Town for decades!

The house was enormous, with top-tier furniture and decorations. It was clear that many people had once lived here—how many generations had shared this space?

But now, only the staff were bustling about.

Wei Shixu led her to a door on the second floor. "Your room, facing east."

Quan Zhisui: "..."

Wei Shixu opened the door and guided her inside. A group of people followed, carrying clothes and other belongings, quickly unpacking and arranging everything as if she were going to stay here long-term.

The room wasn't pink but had a wood-toned theme, a very sophisticated shade of wood.

It was also a suite, much larger than the one at the Zuo Family's home. Besides the essential living room and walk-in closet, there was also a study.

The room was carpeted with soft rugs, and behind the sofa in the living room, a fireplace crackled, filling the wooden room with warmth on this winter day.

The sofa was beige and looked incredibly plush.

Both the temperature and the atmosphere were warm.

Wei Shixu: "I noticed your room at the martial arts school had wooden furniture, so I decorated this one similarly for you."

Quan Zhisui: "..."

A room prepared specifically for her?

Brand new?

In a remarkably short time, the staff finished unpacking and quickly left.

Suddenly, the warm room was quiet, with only the two of them remaining.

The crackling of the fireplace was the only sound.

Wei Shixu looked down at her. "Is there anything else you need? Or do you have something to say to me?"

Even the slightest bit of affection—had it ever existed?

Quan Zhisui avoided his gaze. "I left a nightgown in the Zuo Family's washing machine."

It was her favorite one. She had been so angry when she left that she forgot it in the washing machine.

She couldn't bear to throw away even her worn-out clothes, let alone one that had just been crawled over by a snake. She had planned to wash it and wear it again.

She couldn't help but feel wronged—she was still fuming!

Wei Shisui: "Forget it. Which one was it? We'll just buy a new one."

Quan Zhisui looked at him. "The lavender-pink one."

Wei Shixu's gaze swept over her face. "You like lavender pink?"

How very youthful, with its soft, delicate hue.

Quan Zhisui shook her head. "Now I prefer dark green."

Wei Shixu was momentarily stunned. "What kind of dark green?"

Quan Zhisui: "A very deep, ominous dark green, the kind that feels dangerous."

She suddenly understood why Wei Shixu liked wearing dark-colored clothes.

Now she did too.

Wei Shixu's eyes darkened slowly. "Satin? Silk? Sounds quite sensual."

Quan Zhisui stared at him in shock.

Wei Shixu retreated to the door, his hand on the handle. "Get some rest."

Click!

He closed the door behind him.

Quan Zhisui was completely baffled. She had merely mentioned dark green—how had Wei Shixu jumped to "sensual"?

Was he out of his mind?!

...

Outside in the hallway.

Wei Shixu walked down the long corridor toward the other end. He hadn't placed his room next to Quan Zhisui's but instead chose the farthest corners of the second floor.

He was afraid he wouldn't be able to control himself in the middle of the night.

On his way back to his room, he encountered Wei Jingsan, who was waiting for him at the elevator in his wheelchair.

Wei Shixu nodded at him. "Grandpa, you should really stop staying up so late at your age."

Wei Jingsan's mouth twitched. He glanced toward the end of the hallway and asked, "Did you lock the door? How are you going to get in? Did you secretly build a hidden passageway in this house without telling me?"

Wei Shixu stopped and gave him a strange look.

Wei Jingsan's expression was grim. "Be careful. Don't let things get out of hand."

Wei Shixu couldn't help but retort, "Grandpa, are you some kind of pervert?"

Wei Jingsan: "???"

Wei Shixu didn't bother explaining further to his imaginative grandfather. In his grandfather's eyes, he was a complete lunatic anyway.

Nothing he did would be considered normal!

Seeing that Wei Shixu simply walked away without doing anything, Wei Jingsan wasn't convinced. He wheeled himself quickly downstairs to the butler's room to find Qian Cheng.

Qian Cheng was about to go to bed, exhausted after a long day.

But Wei Jingsan was wide awake. He loved staying up late—anything unhealthy was his favorite pastime.

Qian Cheng had no choice but to humor the bored old man, chatting with him until dawn.

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Zuo Yunxuan, being only ten years old, had his age as his best defense.

Zuo Zhiyu also used all his connections and eventually managed to bring his son home.

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Zuo Zichen watched the scene unfold, feeling deeply disappointed.

When he was the only child in the family, he had received all his grandparents' love.

But now that his father had more children, his grandparents' outdated and foolish ways had become glaringly obvious.

Hopeless!

Zuo Zhiyu also began to rant: "She's just like her mother—so ruthless!"

Xu Zhiyi sneered, "My son didn't even call the police! That illegitimate child of yours sure knows how to stir up trouble!"

Zuo Zhiyu snapped, "Shut up! It's just a childish squabble, a family matter. Why involve the police? Do you want all of Liangxi Town to laugh at the Zuo Family?"

Zuo Zichen was utterly disillusioned with his father. The wound on his face throbbed painfully.

He had almost lost his eye!

And his father thought this was just a minor scuffle?

"Where's Quan Zhisui? Tell her to come down!" Zuo Zhiyu demanded.

Xu Zhiyi rolled her eyes. "She left a long time ago. She took all her things and said she was going back to school."

Zuo Zhiyu stood up abruptly!

Zuo Zichen spoke up, "If it weren't for the camera incident, she wouldn't have left so impulsively. This place made her feel unsafe. If you want to blame anyone, blame Zuo Yunxuan."

He had finally seen how dysfunctional his family truly was.

Zuo Zhiyu turned sharply to Zuo Yunxuan, only to see the ten-year-old boy cowering in Hou Qiaoling's arms, looking pitiful.

Zhang Liufang was heartbroken. "How can you blame Yunxuan? He's been at the police station for so long—he must be terrified!"

Zuo Zhaoyuan added, "Exactly! The poor boy is crying. It's just a few photos—why is she making such a big deal out of it?"

The argument dragged on until dawn, but in the end, nothing was resolved.

After everyone had dispersed, Hou Qiaoling took Zuo Yunxuan to her room on the third floor.

"Why did you put a camera in her room? I told you not to mess with her yet!"

Zuo Yunxuan, no longer looking scared, smirked dismissively. "I thought Quan Zhisui was pretty. I wanted to take some photos to show my friends abroad."

Slap!

Hou Qiaoling didn't hesitate to slap him across the face, scolding angrily, "Wake up! This is China, and she's your half-sister!"

Zuo Yunxuan rubbed his cheek, annoyed. "What kind of sister is she? We don't share the same mother..."

Hou Qiaoling shouted, "I'm warning you—don't ruin my plans!"

Zuo Yunxuan rolled his eyes. "It's not a big deal. China is so troublesome—I even had to go to the police station."

Hou Qiaoling raised her hand to hit him again. "You can't touch her now, you idiot! Don't mess this up! Do you hear me?!"

Zuo Yunxuan dodged. "Fine, fine, I get it."

But in his heart, he was seething. He had suffered today, and whether it was Zuo Zichen or Quan Zhisui, he was determined to make them pay!