Chasing You Like a Tenacious Falcon

The third floor of the Zuo Family's house also had four rooms: a large study, a master bedroom, and two guest rooms.

Xu Zhiyi had taken over the master bedroom, while Zuo Zhiyu and Hou Qiaoling occupied the two guest rooms.

However, Xu Zhiyi was paranoid that the two might do something in the middle of the night, so she always slept with her door open, keeping a constant watch.

In reality, she was overthinking it.

Zuo Zhiyu hadn’t slept a wink all night, his eyes glued to his phone as he kept refreshing it.

By the next morning, the exhausted Zuo Zhiyu was still frantically checking local news updates.

The day before, the police and reporters had shown up unannounced, and despite his efforts to smooth things over, the scandal had still broken.

He hoped the media would show some restraint, given his efforts, and not make the situation look too ugly.

After all, it was just a ten-year-old boy secretly taking pictures of his sister. In Zuo Zhiyu’s eyes, it was no big deal—Zuo Yunxuan was just a child; what did he know?

Besides, if the incident of taking pictures got exposed, it would only bring shame to the girl herself!

But as soon as he opened the local news on his phone, Zuo Zhiyu was stunned, his pupils trembling in shock.

**"Daughter of Venture Capital Legend Quan Feng Spotted in Liangxi Town"**

**"Quan Feng’s Only Daughter Suffering in the Zuo Family"**

**"The Zuo Family: Ungrateful Squatters"**

Accompanying the headlines were two photos placed side by side: one of Quan Zhisui taken by a reporter that night, and another of Quan Feng from twenty years ago.

The resemblance between mother and daughter was uncanny!

Zuo Zhiyu: “!!!”

The media had completely ignored the trivial matter of the boy taking pictures and instead focused on Quan Zhisui’s identity!

They were hyping up Quan Feng’s legendary title as the "Venture Capital Prodigy" from years ago!

Who told them to write this?

Wait, who was investigating these matters?

Who had suddenly dug up events from over a decade ago and exposed Quan Zhisui’s identity?

Zuo Zhiyu was terrified. Had someone found out about Quan Feng’s inheritance?

This was bad!

This wave of attacks was aimed directly at him!

...

In the guest room, Hou Qiaoling was also in a panic, though not because of the local news. The mysterious person who had revealed Zuo Zhiyu’s secrets to her had contacted her again.

She couldn’t reach out to this mysterious figure herself; they always contacted her using different numbers.

This time, it was about her son.

**[Zuo Yunxuan will pay the price.]**

Hou Qiaoling was frantic. She tried calling back, but the number was unreachable. She attempted to send a message, but it was like throwing a stone into the ocean—no response.

Price? What price?

Damn it!

The mysterious person had told her many of Zuo Zhiyu’s secrets, encouraging her to fight for the Zuo Family’s assets. They assured her it was safe to do so, with one condition: don’t provoke Quan Zhisui.

And now, Zuo Yunxuan had caused a huge mess the day before!

...

In the study of the master bedroom on the second floor of the Wei Family Manor, Qian Cheng quickly powered off a brand-new phone, removed the SIM card, and tossed it into the nearby trash bin.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Yawning, he said, “Young Master, the warning has been delivered.”

Wei Shixu: “Good. Is the school’s rumor mill set up?”

Qian Cheng nodded, still yawning. “It’s all arranged. By Monday, Zuo Yunxuan will be the talk of the school. Everyone will know about his past misdeeds abroad.”

Wei Shixu glanced at him. “What’s wrong with you? Didn’t sleep last night?”

He wasn’t yawning, so why was Qian Cheng?

Qian Cheng: “I’m fine. Just spent the whole night chatting with Old Master Wei. By the way, Young Master, do we need to take any other actions at the elementary school?”

Wei Shixu: “No need. There are plenty of people who will jump at the chance to kick him while he’s down.”

Qian Cheng smiled. “Using others to do the dirty work and then stepping back—it’s a tactic you excel at, Young Master.”

Wei ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‍Shixu stood up. “Has she finished her martial arts practice?”

Qian Cheng: “Yes, she’s done. Should we prepare breakfast? Will she eat in her room or…”

Wei Shixu: “I’ll go ask her.”

As Wei Shixu headed downstairs, Quan Zhisui was returning, drenched in sweat.

The Wei Family Manor was far more beautiful and expansive than the Zuo Family’s property. There was plenty of space for her to move around freely, without worrying about damaging the surrounding plants.

And it was quiet, with no one to disturb her.

Wei Shixu’s gaze lingered on her sweat-drenched neck for a moment before he quickly looked away, turning his attention to the outdoors. “How’s the air?”

Quan Zhisui gave him a strange look. “It’s fine.”

Wei Shixu: “Where would you like to have breakfast?”

Quan Zhisui: “Your house lets you decide where to eat?”

Wei Shixu: “Yes. First floor, second floor, or your own room?”

Quan Zhisui: “You decide.”

As a guest, she didn’t want to be too demanding.

True to its status as a manor, the Wei Family had multiple dining areas: a main dining room, a secondary dining room, and a banquet hall.

Quan Zhisui had expected to feel out of place in such an extravagant setting, but Wei Shixu led her to a small dining area on the second floor. It was cozy, with just a small table and two chairs—perfect for a meal for two.

It felt warm and intimate.

“Since I’m staying at your house, should I greet your grandfather?” Quan Zhisui asked.

When she had brought Wei Shixu and his classmates to the Martial Arts School, she had always greeted her master first. Her master had taught her to be polite when outside.

Wei Shixu shook his head. “My grandfather has no sense of courtesy. He stayed up all night and is now sleeping.”

Quan Zhisui: “…”

This was unexpectedly absurd. He was outright calling his grandfather impolite.

Wei Shixu looked at her, his expression teasing. “Does this count as meeting the family?”

Quan Zhisui put down her chopsticks, annoyed. “What are you talking about?”

Wei Shixu chuckled. “Then why would you want to see him? He’s a man with a heavy aura, reeking of the underworld.”

There was no need for her to meet him. He was the head of the Wei Family, after all.

Wei Shixu didn’t trust the Wei Family, not even his grandfather. He always kept a backup plan.

Besides, who knew what nonsense his grandfather might spout if he met Quan Zhisui? He didn’t want to scare off the girl he had worked so hard to win over.

Like last night…

The old man had gone completely mad!

Quan Zhisui didn’t pry further into the Wei Family’s affairs. She looked out the window and asked, “Is there anything fun to do at your house?”

The manor was enormous, more like a park than a home. Aside from the palace-like buildings, there was an artificial lake and a golf course in the distance.

Wei Shixu: “You can do whatever you like.”

Quan Zhisui: “I want to go fishing.”

Wei Shixu: “Fishing? In early spring?”

Quan Zhisui was eager. “I want to fish.”

She was sure the artificial lake was teeming with fish.

Wei Shixu nodded. “I’ll get the fishing rods ready. There’s no one else around, so treat this place like the mountain behind the Martial Arts School. Do you want me to join you?”

Quan Zhisui’s eyes sparkled. “I’ll go by myself!”

Wei Shixu smiled at her, his gaze softening as he looked into her amber-like eyes. “Then you can fish in the afternoon, and I’ll do some exercise.”

The prescription left by Master Fan was miraculous. Not only had his stomach stopped hurting, but his appetite had also improved. Sometimes, he even felt like running to work up a sweat.

Quan Zhisui had also grown much closer to him.

Everything was moving in the right direction.

In the afternoon, Quan Zhisui sat by the artificial lake, examining a professional fishing rod.

Inside the main building, Wei Jingsan sat in his wheelchair by the third-floor window, looking out toward the lake.

Behind him stood Qian Cheng.

Wei Jingsan was furious, ranting, “Am I going to eat her or something? Why is he guarding her like this? Huh?”

Qian Cheng tried to soothe him. “Old Master, the Young Master went through a lot of trouble to bring her here. Please don’t cause any trouble.”

In truth, he wanted to say, “Stop being a nuisance.”

Wei Jingsan slammed his hand on the wheelchair, fuming. “You all think you’re so clever! You’re rebelling! I’m not giving him the Wei Family! And you—I’m throwing you into the lake!”

Qian Cheng continued to placate him. “Alright, should I contact the legal team now? And then jump into the lake myself?”

Wei Jingsan: “You’re so annoying!”

Qian Cheng: “Yes, yes. Can you eat your nutritional meal now?”

Wei Jingsan: “I don’t want it! I want barbecue!”