Chasing You Like a Tenacious Falcon

At the school gate.

A group of bodyguards were busy moving items, transferring numerous shopping bags from the trunks of two Rolls-Royces into the Bentley belonging to the Zuo family.

With so many clothes, the Bentley's trunk couldn't hold everything, so some had to be squeezed into the back seat.

The entire back seat was packed, leaving only the front passenger seat available.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Zuo Zichen spoke up quietly behind the two of them: "I'll take a taxi back by myself."

He was obedient, well-behaved, and never caused trouble.

Whatever the two of them asked him to do, he would do it. If they acted recklessly, he would clean up their mess.

He was the perfect scapegoat!

After saying this, Zuo Zichen headed across the street to hail a taxi, not daring to linger for even a moment.

Quan Zhisui turned back to Wei Shixu: "You really didn’t need to buy me clothes. My senior brother already got me some, and I have enough to wear."

Moreover, Zuo Zichen had handed over his allowance to her, so she now had enough for food and daily expenses, and she no longer had to skimp on feminine necessities.

Wei Shixu lowered his gaze: "I bought them earlier, and I picked them out carefully."

He wanted to see her wear all kinds of beautiful outfits, just for him.

Quan Zhisui sighed: "Alright, I get it. Go home and rest properly to recover from your injuries. I’ll make sure to discipline my brother."

"Mm," Wei Shixu replied, still looking down, his expression pitiful.

He watched as Quan Zhisui got into the Bentley and drove off, disappearing around the corner.

As soon as she was out of sight, Wei Shixu straightened his posture, strode to his car with brisk steps, and no longer looked the slightest bit weak or pitiful.

The Rolls-Royce started, and in the back seat, Qian Cheng couldn’t take his eyes off his young master’s rapid change in demeanor.

Wei Shixu adjusted the tight bandages around his wounds, his eyes sharp and calculating. "Uncle Qian, look into Quan Zhisui’s background," he said.

"Understood, young master," Qian Cheng replied, immediately pulling out his phone to issue the order.

But then Wei Shixu suddenly changed his mind: "Wait, no. Don’t investigate her."

Qian Cheng moved the phone slightly away from his ear, waiting for further instructions.

Wei Shixu’s eyes flickered as he continued adjusting the bandages: "Investigate half of it. Don’t dig too deep."

No one likes having their privacy invaded.

Having just reconciled with her, Wei Shixu didn’t want to push her away again.

Qian Cheng was puzzled: "What do you mean by 'half'?"

Wei Shixu straightened his sleeves, speaking quickly: "Find out her birthday. She was abandoned just a few days after birth, so the exact date is unclear, but we know the month. Look into the circumstances of her birth, and pull up her birth certificate. Oh, and her parents—her biological parents. Investigate anything related to Liangxi Town."

He added: "But don’t look into anything related to Wudang Mountain."

Wudang Mountain was Quan Zhisui’s home, a place of purity.

No matter what kind of life she had lived there, it wasn’t something Wei Shixu could intrude upon now.

He hoped that, in the future, Quan Zhisui would take him there herself, to show him where she grew up and introduce him to her master and fellow disciples.

The Zuo family was different, especially with the unresolved issues from the past. Although Wei Shixu hadn’t asked much about it, he could guess there was some kind of grudge involved.

A grudge that even Quan Zhisui herself wasn’t fully aware of.

He had a feeling these matters were crucial and needed to be investigated thoroughly, especially regarding Zuo Zhiyu, who had neglected his own daughter.

Qian Cheng got to work: "Understood, young master."

Not long after, Qian Cheng hung up the phone: "Young master, Quan Zhisui’s situation is quite complicated. The records from 17 years ago will take some time to retrieve. By the time you finish dinner and change your bandages, we should have the information."

Wei Shixu had already removed all the bandages from his wounds and nodded: "Thank you, Uncle Qian."

"Of course, young master," Qian Cheng replied, his eyes glancing at Wei Shixu’s injuries. He couldn’t help but ask: "Young master, how did you get these wounds?"

He had been wanting to ask for a while.

Who in Liangxi Town would dare lay a hand on Wei Shixu? And at school, no less?

It was unthinkable!

And Wei Shixu was not one to let things slide—he had a strong sense of vengeance and wasn’t the type to suffer in silence.

Wei Shixu gazed out at the city’s nightscape, his expression deep and thoughtful: "I did it to myself."

"Ah? Oh!" Qian Cheng exclaimed, his eyes scrutinizing Wei Shixu at that moment.

When he had been wrapped in bandages, he had indeed looked like an injured student—someone who had been living a quiet life in the dormitories, wearing a school uniform and focusing on his studies.

But now, with the bandages removed and his wounds exposed, there was a fierce, battle-hardened aura about him.

It reminded Qian Cheng of the past.

Of the young man who once sat at the head of the table, issuing commands.

Soon, the car arrived at the Wei Family Manor.

Wei Shixu quickly opened the door to get out.

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Wei Shixu glanced back at him, a smile tugging at his lips: "I do feel quite motivated right now."

*Thud!*

The car door closed.

Wei Shixu strode into the main hall of the Wei Family Manor and headed upstairs to his room to search for something.

He remembered having a particularly beautiful, fragrant bracelet somewhere.

Quan Zhisui’s birthday was coming up. Although he didn’t know the exact day, he knew it was in the same month as his.

…

Back at the Zuo residence.

Quan Zhisui had just arrived when Zuo Zichen walked in. He had taken a taxi and arrived surprisingly quickly.

"Come with me," Quan Zhisui said sternly.

Zuo Zichen kept his head down and followed Quan Zhisui to the master bedroom on the second floor without a word.

Once inside, Zuo Zichen knew the drill. He closed the door behind them and knelt on the meditation cushion in the corner, assuming the "diamond kneeling" posture.

Quan Zhisui sat on the sofa, watching him with a complicated expression. "I told you to hit Wei Shixu, and you actually did it? Should I call you obedient or just plain stupid? Couldn’t you tell I was just joking?"

By telling Zuo Zichen to hit Wei Shixu, and him actually doing it, it was as if she had done it herself.

And yet, Wei Shixu had sent her a mountain of clothes.

What a mess!

Zuo Zichen kept his head down as he admitted his mistake: "I’m stupid. I didn’t realize you were joking. I just… hit him."

Inside, he was screaming!

He wasn’t actually that clueless. In the past, he had been reckless and never thought things through, but he had learned better now!

Zhuge Ying had opened his eyes!

Now, before doing anything, he would carefully consider the consequences and even try to imagine how his sister would handle the situation.

But no matter how cautious he was, he couldn’t stop Wei Shixu from going off the rails!

At the time, he had been in class, minding his own business and doing his homework, when suddenly Wei Shixu called him over and started beating him up.

It had been completely unexpected!

And now, he had to come home and get scolded by his sister again!

Ahhh!!!

Zuo Zichen was on the verge of losing his mind!!

Quan Zhisui massaged her temples: "Wei Shixu can’t find out about this."

Zuo Zichen: "…"

Quan Zhisui narrowed her eyes at him: "Don’t you dare tell Wei Shixu that I told you to hit him, or else… you know how strong my punches are!"

Zuo Zichen was on the verge of tears: "I understand, sis."

Quan Zhisui also felt a bit guilty. After all, it was her big mouth that had caused this mess.

She sighed: "Get up. Let’s eat first."

Zuo Zichen: "Okay, sis."