Chasing You Like a Tenacious Falcon

Wei Shixu acted swiftly. When he decided not to play around, his methods of dealing with troublemakers were straightforward.

The surveillance footage was retrieved that very day!

Xu Shifang had deliberately sought out blind spots in the cameras, but evidence of his actions was still captured.

Whether it was the kitten or the squirrel, he had personally broken their bones, leaving behind a scene that was both bloody and cruel.

The video was somehow leaked and spread throughout the school, ending up in the hands of every student.

Xu Shifang could no longer stay at Liang Secondary School. Everyone looked at him as if he were a monster.

No, he *was* a monster!

That same day, Zhang Li called Quan Zhisui into his office. This time, his tone was gentle but filled with curiosity.

"How did you notice something was off?" he asked.

Quan Zhisui shook her head. "I didn't have any concrete evidence. I just couldn't hold back anymore. But I did hold back a little—otherwise, I would have beaten him to death, not just left him without needing to visit the infirmary."

Zhang Li pressed further, "And what about Wei Mingxuan? He claims that you and Zuo Zichen, as siblings, attacked him?"

As a reasonable dean, Zhang Li had spent the entire day pondering Zhuge Ying's words.

At this moment, he agreed wholeheartedly—Quan Zhisui wouldn't hit someone without a good reason.

When it came to disputes between students, it was crucial to investigate the root cause.

Quan Zhisui replied, "He wanted me to be his girlfriend. I refused, and my brother couldn't stand it, so he hit him."

Zhang Li furrowed his brow slightly, then nodded. "I understand. Go back to class now. Study hard—you're in your final year of high school. Aim for a good university."

"Alright! Thank you, teacher!" Quan Zhisui smiled and left the office.

Zuo Zichen was waiting outside the office and immediately rushed over when he saw her.

"Sis! Dad called me eighty times! What the hell!" he exclaimed, panicked.

Quan Zhisui's eyes widened in shock. "That persistent?"

Zuo Zichen: "Thankfully, I'm a boarding student. This is insane."

Quan Zhisui patted his shoulder and spoke solemnly, "The chessboard has gotten too big for me to flip over. Someone's forcing me into the game, and now you're my pawn."

Zuo Zichen: "Huh?"

Quan Zhisui: "Block your dad's number."

Zuo Zichen: "Got it, sis!"

The information Yan Guanghua had leaked through Zuo Zhiyu was disruptive. The best course of action was to cut off communication entirely.

...

At the Wei family estate.

Wei Shixu tossed a proposal in front of Wei Jingsan. "Deal with the Yan Family."

Wei Jingsan put down his chicken leg and gave him a once-over. "Kid, who do you think I am? I'm your grandfather, your ancestor, your boss—you think you can just order me around?"

Wei Shixu: "The feud between the Wei and Yan families started fifty years ago. Don't you want to settle it?"

Wei Jingsan slammed the chicken leg down and sneered, "Oh, well, Yan Ajiu is dead. I've already had my revenge. If you want yours, go get it yourself~~~"

Wei Shixu stared at his greasy hands, frowning. "Yan Guanghua is overstepping. He's interfering with me."

Wei Jingsan laughed. "Haha, you think Yan Guanghua is an idiot? He's solidified his position as the head of the Yan Family and dominates the neighboring city. Do you think it's that easy to take him down?"

Wei Shixu: "You set the trap. I'll focus on dealing with him after I graduate."

Wei Jingsan teased, "Beg me."

Wei Shixu looked him up and down, sighed, and said, "Please, my dear grandfather. While I'm preparing for my college entrance exams, could you keep Yan Guanghua occupied so he doesn't have time to cause trouble?"

"HAHAHAHAHA!" Wei Jingsan was overjoyed, spinning his wheelchair in circles.

Suddenly, he stopped and looked puzzled. "You're taking the college entrance exams?"

Wei Shixu was even more confused. "I'm in my final year of high school. What else would I be doing?"

Wei Jingsan: "Haven't you already finished your studies? The exam is just a formality. You could work at the company and just show up to take the test when the time comes. Why do I have to do this? I'm busy playing games!"

Wei Shixu: "I want to accompany my girlfriend to school. I don't have time for that."

Wei Jingsan: "Are you insane? Out of your mind! You're bothering me for something so trivial?"

Wei Shixu tapped the proposal. "It'll be fun. More fun than your games."

With that, he strode away, leaving Wei Jingsan alone, staring at the proposal in bewilderment.

...

Life at Liang Secondary School returned to normal. After cutting off Zuo Zichen's connection with Zuo Zhiyu, Quan Zhisui's thoughts became clearer once again.

One evening.

A classmate by the window shouted, "Quan Zhisui! Someone's here to see you!"

Many looked up toward the hallway, their eyes widening in surprise. Kong Mingze even stood up.

The commotion was comparable to when Senior Zi Yin had visited!

Standing in the hallway was a middle-aged man.

His attire was vintage—a well-tailored suit with a white shirt and bow tie underneath. His shoes were matte, and every detail of his appearance was meticulous and refined.

He looked like a nobleman who had stepped out of 20th-century Northern Europe.

Time had left its mark on his face, but it couldn't hide the gleam in his eyes as he looked at Quan Zhisui.

It was Zhang Lai.

Xu Zhiyi had shown Quan Zhisui a photo of him.

Zhuge Ying and Kong Mingze exchanged surprised glances, unsure how Quan Zhisui knew such an elegant, upper-class gentleman.

Wei Shixu showed no expression. After staring at Zhang Lai for three seconds, he looked away, twirling a pen in his hand. Its tip was sharp.

*Rip—*

It pierced through the exam paper in an instant.

Quan Zhisui stood up amidst the curious gazes of her classmates and walked out of the classroom.

Zhang Lai was indeed refined. The scent of oud perfume wafted from him, exuding maturity and elegance.

He studied her and asked politely, "May we speak privately?"

Quan Zhisui: "Of course."

The two walked to a secluded path behind the school building, facing a small pond with a bench nearby.

The autumn wind carried a few yellow leaves as they drifted slowly to the ground.

"Have a seat."

Zhang Lai's voice was deep and magnetic, carrying the weight of years of experience.

Quan Zhisui thought for a moment before sitting on the bench beside him.

Zhang Lai turned slightly to observe the young woman.

The rustling of leaves in the autumn breeze, the reflection of the sunset on the pond, and a ray of light spilling from the horizon bathed Quan Zhisui's profile in a golden glow.

Zhang Lai's hand trembled slightly as he reached out, wanting to brush away the strands of hair by her ear.

But Quan Zhisui was quicker. With a graceful motion, she tucked the strands behind her ear.

Zhang Lai restrained himself and withdrew his hand, murmuring in admiration, "You resemble her... so much."

He used a weighty term.

Quan Zhisui looked at him calmly. "Who? My mother?"

Zhang Lai's eyes softened with nostalgia. "Yes, in demeanor."

Quan Zhisui got straight to the point. "What was your relationship with my mother?"

Zhang Lai fell into reminiscence once more. "Professionally, she was my superior, my boss... But in other ways, she was my mentor, my guide, and my savior."

Quan Zhisui: "It seems she meant a lot to you."

Zhang Lai: "Now, that important person is you."

Quan Zhisui remained silent, waiting for him to continue.

Zhang Lai seemed to be looking through her at someone else. "She was bold, outgoing, and generous... while you seem more reserved."

"Reserved?" Quan Zhisui raised an eyebrow.

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