Chasing You Like a Tenacious Falcon

The call was abruptly ended, but not before Wei Shixu let out a muffled groan.

He had been badly beaten!

Quan Zhisui erupted with her fastest speed, not even bothering to greet the school guard as she vaulted over the gate and ran outside.

She remembered the street—it was nearby!

The narrow alley was flanked by closely packed houses, with scattered items and a few drops of blood on the ground.

When Quan Zhisui arrived, she saw Wei Shixu’s lonely, disheveled figure deep in the alley.

He was using his dirty school uniform to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, then limped as he bent down to pick up the scattered chocolates one by one.

The chocolate box was shattered beyond recognition.

Wei Shixu cradled the chocolates in his hands, looking lost and unsure of what to do.

The chocolates were dirty, some even trampled.

They were no longer edible.

Quan Zhisui’s heart clenched painfully!

She quickly walked up to him, grabbing his arm: “Why are you picking up the chocolates?”

Wei Shixu held the chocolates, his head lowered: “The chocolates he gave you were made with cocoa butter substitutes. They’re not good for your health. I wanted to buy you… pure chocolate…”

He didn’t finish his sentence, staring at the ruined chocolates in his hands with a desolate expression.

Quan Zhisui frowned deeply: “How did you get beaten up? Where are your bodyguards?”

Why would a young master like you go out to buy these things yourself?

Where are all those bodyguards?!

Wei Shixu raised his eyes, the corners drooping slightly, looking pitiful and heartbroken.

“They mocked me for always having bodyguards with me, saying I can’t fight anyone and will always need bodyguards to protect me, like a…”

He trailed off, lowering his head again.

Quan Zhisui tightened her grip on his hand: “Why do you care what they say? They don’t know anything about you!”

Wei Shixu’s voice was muffled: “I don’t want to drink herbal medicine anymore.”

Quan Zhisui raised her voice: “You can’t stop! You need to take your medicine!”

Plop—

A tear fell onto the chocolates in his hand.

Quan Zhisui suddenly looked up and saw Wei Shixu with reddened eyes.

He was… crying?!

“But they called me a medicine jar…” he said.

Quan Zhisui: “!!!”

“A sickly weakling…” he added.

Quan Zhisui opened her mouth but couldn’t find the words, her heart aching unbearably.

How could you be a sickly weakling, Wei Shixu?

When we went hiking, your endurance was even better than Kong Mingze’s!

While they were panting heavily, you kept up with me the whole way, even reaching the summit with me.

You just have some emotional issues and a stomach condition, and you need to take a few courses of herbal medicine.

How did it get twisted into this?

At that moment, Quan Zhisui deeply understood the horrors of verbal abuse, reminding her of Zi Ling from her childhood.

But Wei Shixu was different from Zi Ling…

Zi Ling grew up reading Taoist scriptures, guided by his master. He knew how to tell fortunes and read faces, and he had some ability to console himself. Quan Zhisui would even use her fists to help him get revenge!

But Wei Shixu had none of that. Aside from money, he had nothing!

He had no parental protection, no family guidance. Everything he had, he fought for himself.

Even his life was something he fought to keep!

After finally breaking free from the darkness, he was now being talked about like this at school.

What do those people know?!

Quan Zhisui was too upset to speak, unsure of how to comfort him.

After a long silence.

She sighed and turned around, walking as she said, “Let’s go to the infirmary first and get your wounds treated. Where did they hit you?”

“Everywhere,” Wei Shixu followed behind her.

Quan Zhisui asked, “Who did this?”

Wei Shixu shook his head: “Just some thugs.”

Quan Zhisui glanced around: “Why is the surveillance camera here dismantled?”

Wei Shixu: “I don’t know. Maybe it’s under maintenance.”

As he spoke, he reached out and tugged at the hem of her clothes.

Quan Zhisui turned to look at him: “Why are you pulling my clothes?”

Wei Shixu: “You won’t let me hold your hand. I’m scared.”

Quan Zhisui: “…”

Wei Shixu: “It hurts.”

“Fine,” Quan Zhisui sighed again.

She extended her left hand and took his, leading him back to school.

Wei Shixu’s hand was actually quite large, but he let her smaller hand pull him along.

He lowered his gaze, following the girl who was half a head shorter than him, his eyes fixed on her as she walked half a step ahead.

His fingers lightly brushed against the sandalwood bracelet on Quan Zhisui’s wrist.

The smooth beads, her strong wrist, and her fair fingers.

They were even better than he had imagined.

This hand was something he had risked half his life to hold.

When they reached the school, Quan Zhisui said a few words to the guard, then continued to lead Wei Shixu to the infirmary.

Once again, the school nurse gave them a strange look.

Next came the wound inspection and treatment.

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Wei Shisxu: “Five. Are you going to avenge me?”

Quan Zhisui raised her brows sharply: “Of course. I won’t let a single one go.”

Wei Shixu’s voice was soft: “I knew you would.”

Quan Zhisui said, “You should also have your family look into this.”

“No!” Wei Shixu lowered his head again: “They’ll say I’m relying on my family…”

Quan Zhisui frowned: “Why are you being so stubborn? You were beaten up!”

Wei Shixu stayed silent, just sulking, refusing to give in.

Quan Zhisui had no choice but to sigh: “Don’t go down that alley again.”

“Okay,” Wei Shixu agreed.

…

That night.

Wei Shixu returned home, striding up the same steps as always.

There was no trace of the pitiful state he had been in at the infirmary earlier.

In fact, compared to the gloomy expression he had worn last time, he looked much better now, even with a slight smile on his lips.

Qian Cheng was still standing at attention, waiting for the young master’s orders.

Wei Shixu spoke quickly as he walked up the stairs: “Uncle Qian, get the surveillance cameras installed. Prepare the next location.”

Qian Cheng nodded, following closely: “Understood. The cameras in both alleys have been old and damaged for years. They need maintenance and inspection. One alley is done, but the other… the timeline is uncertain?”

Wei Shixu suddenly stopped, thinking for a moment: “No, two alleys aren’t enough. Make it realistic—inspect and repair all the old streets near the school.”

Qian Cheng said, “That’s a big project.”

Wei Shixu continued walking: “Do it. She’s too smart.”

“Yes, young master,” Qian Cheng replied, glancing at Wei Shixu’s face as he walked beside him.

He’d been beaten again.

Did he do it to himself?

He didn’t dare ask. After all, he was just a butler.

In the hallway, Wei Jingsan wheeled his chair over with a flourish, picking his teeth as he looked Wei Shixu up and down.

“Tsk tsk, you little trash, using that trick,” he said, not hiding his disdain.

Wei Shixu looked him up and down as well: “Old trash, it’s just what you used to do.”

Wei Jingsan: “I’m not like you. I never went this far. You’re ruthless and cunning, even to yourself!”

Wei Shixu snorted: “Stick to your nutritional meals and stay out of my business.”

Wei Jingsan continued picking his teeth, not even looking at him: “I don’t care anyway. Who’s interested?”

Qian Cheng quickly stepped forward, pushing Wei Jingsan’s wheelchair away: “Please, just stop talking…”

Wei Jingsan cursed: “I’ll throw you in the lake one day!”