Chasing You Like a Tenacious Falcon

"Got it!" Zhang Lai smiled, but his expression quickly shifted. "I heard about what happened at school. Did someone bully you?"

Quan Zhisui replied, "I fought back."

Zhang Lai nodded, his smile returning. "You don’t need to worry about school. You can do whatever you want. If it comes to it, we’ll just pay some money. From now on, with me here, you can do as you please."

Quan Zhisui smirked. "What if I kill someone?"

Zhang Lai’s smile didn’t falter. "Of course, I’ll handle everything for you."

Quan Zhisui laughed. "Your morals are really something else, huh?"

Zhang Lai was taken aback, clearly not expecting such a remark. His expression turned suspicious, his pupils contracting several times.

"I’m off to evening study. Goodbye."

Quan Zhisui showed no intention of continuing the conversation. She got up and left without even exchanging contact information.

Back in the classroom, Kong Mingze immediately approached her. "Who was that guy? He looked so refined and gentlemanly!"

Quan Zhisui replied, "Yeah, he’s even better at pretending than Wei Shixu."

Kong Mingze: "???"

The entire Class 1 of Grade 12 fell silent, everyone staring at her in shock.

Quan Zhisui ignored their gazes and started solving problems.

But as she worked, her phone buzzed.

[Wei Shixu: I’m pretending?]

Quan Zhisui ignored him.

[Wei Shixu: Let’s take a walk. Right now.]

Quan Zhisui got up and left the classroom. Moments later, Wei Shixu followed.

Zhang Lai had already left. Outsiders weren’t allowed to stay at Liang Secondary School for too long; the principal was very strict about such matters.

The two of them arrived at the bench where Quan Zhisui had sat with Zhang Lai earlier.

Wei Shixu’s expression was dark. "I’ll have someone smash this bench right now."

Quan Zhisui: "Do you have to be so extreme?"

Wei Shixu’s jealousy was evident. "That guy was looking at you weirdly. Who is he?"

Quan Zhisui: "Remember when Xu Zhiyi came to see me last time?"

Wei Shixu: "Yeah, that day you massaged my Shenting acupoint. I looked it up afterward."

Quan Zhisui: "There’s a Wudang martial arts technique called the Shenting acupoint of the Heavenly Gang’s Deadly Points. If I had pressed a little harder, you’d be dead. Got it?"

Wei Shixu: "...Alright, let’s talk about Xu Zhiyi."

Quan Zhisui: "His name is Zhang Lai. Xu Zhiyi said he’s the head of my mother’s overseas investment company."

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Quan Zhisui: "Pretty convincing, right? But Zhang Lai has photos with my mom, and I checked—he was her college classmate."

Wei Shixu lowered his gaze, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "And then?"

Quan Zhisui blinked. "After meeting him today, I realized he’s a scumbag."

Wei Shixu grinned. "Kiss me, and I’ll make sure he never steps foot in this school again."

Quan Zhisui raised her hand. "A kiss with my hand?"

Wei Shixu took her hand and placed it on his cheek. "That works too."

Quan Zhisui met his gaze and suddenly said, "He’s more mature than you, more elegant, more polite, and he even wears cologne."

Wei Shixu’s expression changed, every muscle in his face tightening. "Quan Zhisui!"

Quan Zhisui smiled, her eyes teasing. "But I don’t like older men. They’re greasy and love to pretend."

Wei Shixu looked at her suspiciously. "Then why did you say that to provoke me?"

Quan Zhisui continued, "You throw away my milk tea, toss my homework, bite me, and constantly stir up trouble. You’re sneaky, mischievous, and always making me angry."

Wei Shixu: "..."

Quan Zhisui pinched his fair cheek. "You’re childish and ruthless, like a beautiful wild wolf."

Wei Shixu: "!"

Quan Zhisui left him there and returned to the classroom for evening study.

She took out a blank sheet of paper and began drawing a relationship chart.

From Yan Guanghua, two arrows extended—one pointing to Wei Mingxuan, the other to Zuo Zhiyu.

Zuo Zhiyu pointed to Zuo Zichen, but Quan Zhisui severed that line. Yan Guanghua’s methods of misleading her were now limited.

Next, she wrote down the names Zhang Lai and Xu Zhiyi, circling them together.

Did these two have any connection to Yan Guanghua?

Unlikely.

Xu Zhiyi was operating independently of Zuo Zhiyu. Was she collaborating with Zhang Lai or being controlled by him?

To be determined.

Quan Zhisui took out another sheet of paper and wrote three words:

Wei Shixu.

After a long while, she crossed out the name and pondered.

Wei Shixu didn’t fit into any effective relationship chart. The people around him were her, and further out, Kong Mingze?

But Kong Mingze wasn’t part of the game.

Qian Cheng, the butler? Wei Jingsan?

These two had no direct connection to Quan Zhisui and were firmly within Wei Shixu’s circle, forming a cohesive unit.

Quan Zhisui frowned, flipped the paper over, and wrote another name:

Wei Shixu, pointing to—

Liangxi Town.

...

On a tree-lined path, the sky gradually darkened.

Wei Shixu sat on a bench, staring at the pond across from him. Ripples spread across the water, the reflections shifting from sunset to moonlight.

A wild wolf?

She said she liked wolves.

Wei Shixu placed a hand over his chest, trying to calm his racing heart.

This relationship was going to give him a heart attack.

---

Quan Zhisui’s life became stable. She poured all her energy into studying, solving problems and reviewing like mad.

The third year of high school was her biggest chance to turn things around. Setting everything else aside, her life had already gone off track. The only way forward was to win at this critical juncture.

Zhang Lai didn’t return to the school. It was said the guards wouldn’t let him in.

He tried to reach her through Xu Zhiyi, but Quan Zhisui ignored all his messages.

The Wei Family suddenly launched an attack on the Yan Family, forcing Yan Guanghua to retaliate and halt his schemes at the school and the Zuo Family.

Now, Quan Zhisui had only two things on her mind: studying and waiting.

Finally, in mid-December, a car from the Wei Family arrived at the school. In a secluded corner, Quan Zhisui was discreetly ushered inside.

In the quiet car, Wei Shixu sat in the back seat, smiling at her. "I’m giving you your birthday gift early. They’ve returned to the country. Shall we pick them up at the airport?"

Quan Zhisui suppressed her nervousness and nodded. "Okay."

Wei Shixu: "I’ll take you there, but I won’t get out of the car."

Quan Zhisui glanced at him, surprised he was willing to step back.

Wei Shixu: "I’m not after your inheritance."

...

The airport announcements echoed loudly as Quan Zhisui stood at the arrival gate, still wearing her Liang Secondary School uniform.

She hadn’t changed her clothes, nor did she need to.

Among the waves of incoming passengers, four middle-aged individuals soon appeared, walking briskly.

Three women and one man.

They weren’t pushing luggage carts; each carried a large briefcase.

Unlike Zhang Lai, who dressed with flair, these four were dressed simply.

From the long corridor, they immediately spotted Quan Zhisui in her school uniform amidst the crowd!

The three women’s eyes instantly welled up with tears, and they rushed toward her.

The man also showed a mix of joy and urgency, striding quickly through the crowd.

Quan Zhisui had imagined this moment countless times, but she never expected to be enveloped in a group hug by four uncles and aunts!

She was stunned.