Chasing You Like a Tenacious Falcon

On the afternoon of her birthday, Quan Zhisui did not eat lunch at school, nor did she wear her school uniform. Instead, she put on a thick coat and walked out of the school gate with Zuo Zichen in the cold wind.

As soon as they stepped out, they encountered Zhang Lai, who had just stepped out of a car.

Quan Zhisui was momentarily stunned. Oh, right, there was this guy too!

Xu Zhiyi’s move was actually quite clever, but Wei Shixu had already given her the information about her aunt and uncle beforehand.

Whether it was the photos or the information found online, everything proved that Zhang Lai knew her mother. His entrance was full of atmosphere, clearly meticulously planned!

Unfortunately, Quan Zhisui had known from the start that he was an imposter, and she had seen through his disguise immediately.

Her master had always warned her not to harm others casually, and as a child, she had often been punished with a cane for getting into fights.

But Zhang Lai had said that killing someone was no big deal, as long as you could pay to settle it.

This disregard for life was completely contrary to the values Quan Zhisui had been raised with!

She didn’t believe that someone with such a twisted worldview could have been friends with someone as upright as her mother.

Perhaps, in Zhang Lai and Xu Zhiyi’s eyes, Quan Zhisui was desperately longing for a protector? A father figure? Or perhaps endless pampering, even indulgence? That’s why they had come up with this scheme?

They were wrong. She didn’t lack love at all.

On the contrary, she had grown up surrounded by love. Her inner world was richer than most people’s, even if her early life had been financially poor…

Wei Shixu was the one who lacked love, his situation completely opposite to hers.

Moreover, she had asked her aunt and uncle, and they had told her that Zhang Lai had once worked at Mu You Venture Capital.

But…

He had been fired for betraying her mother.

How interesting.

At this moment, Zhang Lai was just as he had been the last time they met—refined, gentlemanly.

He slowly stepped out of the car, holding an exquisite Nordic nobleman’s cane, and smiled at Quan Zhisui in the cold wind, his eyes scanning her up and down.

Quan Zhisui: “…”

Zuo Zichen looked around curiously. “Who is this guy? Wait… did I just time-travel? I’m still in China, right?”

Zhang Lai began walking toward them, the cold wind lifting the hem of his British-style coat.

“Miss Quan, today is your birthday. I’ve reserved a table at a high-end French restaurant to celebrate. May I have the honor of sharing lunch with you?”

His ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​‍voice was slow and deep, and after speaking, he even gave a gentlemanly bow.

Zuo Zichen looked at Quan Zhisui in shock. “Today’s your birthday?!”

He had just found out…

Zhang Lai glanced at Zuo Zichen with a smile. “Your brother doesn’t seem to care much about you.”

Zuo Zichen immediately bristled. “I’m warning you, don’t try to drive a wedge between me and my sister!”

The way the two spoke was like night and day.

Quan Zhisui’s head was throbbing. Ignoring Zhang Lai’s over-the-top act, she grabbed Zuo Zichen and dragged him away, hailing a taxi to leave.

Zuo Zichen: “Sis! Who was that creep just now? Why was he talking like that? Ugh, I got goosebumps! Sis, as a guy, I’m telling you, stay away from him! He’s so old, I can even smell the old-man stink on him. And calling you ‘Miss Quan’? So creepy!”

Quan Zhisui nodded. “Yeah, even you noticed.”

Zuo Zichen: “Of course I noticed! I’m a guy too, I can tell these things! The way he was looking at you was just wrong. Total creep!”

Quan Zhisui suddenly asked, “What about Wei Shixu?”

“Huh?” Zuo Zichen was confused. “Wei Shixu likes you, doesn’t he?”

Quan Zhisui: “What does Wei Shixu’s gaze look like when he looks at me?”

Zuo Zichen thought for a moment. “Uh… I can’t really describe it…”

Quan Zhisui didn’t say anything, just stared out the car window, deep in thought.

Zuo Zichen: “By the way, where are we going?”

Quan Zhisui: “To the bank.”

Zuo Zichen: “Huh? To the bank for your birthday?”

Quan Zhisui: “There’s a restaurant next to the bank. We’ll eat there.”

Zuo Zichen: “Oh, okay. Happy birthday, sis! I’ve got money on my card, I’ll transfer some to you.”

“No need,” Quan Zhisui stopped him. “You don’t need to transfer money to me anymore.”

Zuo Zichen: “Huh? Why? Do you have enough for food and stuff?”

With three meals a day at school and miscellaneous living expenses, ten thousand yuan could disappear quickly.

Quan Zhisui: “I have enough. Just do as I say.”

Zuo Zichen: “Alright.”

They took a taxi to their destination.

After eating, Quan Zhisui had Zuo Zichen take a taxi back to school alone. She knew Zuo Zhiyu would soon hear about it.

Meanwhile, she met up with her senior brother, Zi Yin, who had rushed over overnight, at the bank.

She opened the safe deposit box again, revealing a vast collection of ancient Chinese medical texts.

Zi Yin’s pupils contracted. “This many? And even lost prescriptions?!”

Quan Zhisui nodded. “Senior brother, give all of these to Master. Keep them safe.”

Zi Yin: “These are priceless! They’re beyond monetary value. You… you’re really giving them to Master?”

Though Master was like a father to them, the value of these books was immeasurable—they were national treasures!

Quan Zhisui: “Only Master can make the best use of these books. Senior brother, I don’t have a talent for traditional medicine.”

Zi Yin suppressed his astonishment and nodded. “Alright!”

Quan Zhisui: “I’ve also transferred some money to Master’s account.”

Zi Yin looked at her in surprise. “You…”

Quan Zhisui smiled. “I told you, I want to build a big martial arts hall and be the head instructor.”

Zi Yin’s emotions were complex. “Zhisui, this money was left to you by your mother!”

Quan Zhisui: “I still have some left. Besides, the martial arts hall can make money, right? Let’s rebuild a bigger one and renovate the old one. I want to go back and live there after I graduate.”

Zi Yin sighed deeply and nodded. “Alright, I’ll make sure the martial arts hall becomes the biggest and best one at the foot of Wudang Mountain!”

Quan Zhisui handed the key to Zi Yin. “Senior brother, these medical texts and prescriptions need to be moved quickly. Get them to Master as soon as possible. I don’t feel safe keeping them in Liangxi Town.”

Zi Yin: “Got it. Leave it to me.”

Quan Zhisui: “I’ll head back to school now.”

Too many people were eyeing this safe deposit box. Zuo Zhiyu didn’t know about the overseas venture capital company and was solely focused on getting the box.

Zhang Lai was probably the same, which was why he was putting on such a show in front of her.

…

The afternoon passed with classes as usual.

During a break, Quan Zhisui sent Zuo Zichen a message, giving him some instructions.

After evening self-study ended, she once again got into the Wei family’s car in a secluded corner.

It was her birthday, so she wasn’t staying at the dorm.

Wei Shixu hadn’t attended evening self-study and had already gone home ahead of her, waiting for her.

It was winter, and the room was already heated. The fireplace behind the living room sofa was burning brightly, filling the entire house with warmth.

When Quan Zhisui opened the door, she saw Wei Shixu sitting alone on the sofa.

On the coffee table was a large birthday cake.

Wei Shixu looked at her empty hands and his expression darkened. “Where’s my birthday gift? Quan Zhisui, you promised me.”

His voice carried a sense of pressure, and there was a hidden turbulence in his eyes.

He was angry.

Click—

Quan Zhisui closed the door and walked in.

The warm living room instantly became a private space for the two of them.

Wei Shixu was momentarily stunned and instinctively sat up straight!

His emotions began to fluctuate wildly.

Wait…

Could it be what he was thinking?