Chasing You Like a Tenacious Falcon

Late at night.

The Zuo Family mansion was a hive of activity, with lights blazing throughout the estate and security guards coming and going constantly.

An elderly man with snowy white hair sat in a wheelchair, his expression somber as he gazed out into the inky darkness of the night.

As soon as the steward, Qian Cheng, had finished taking care of things, he immediately came to report to Old Zuo: "Old Zuo, I've looked into it."

Without turning his head, Old Zuo gave a cold laugh. "Was it those remnants of Yan Ajiu's gang?"

Qian Cheng kept his head lowered deferentially as he replied, "Just a regular assault case, merely some petty thugs paid to do a job."

Old Zuo's eyes flickered upwards imperiously. "Petty thugs?"

Qian Cheng didn't dare meet his gaze directly. Even more deferentially he continued, "They really were just some petty thugs! Their target wasn't Young Master, it was another female student. They went after Young Master only because they saw his expensive watch..."

Old Zuo uttered two words: "Investigate again."

"Yes sir!" Qian Cheng responded.

Old Zuo lifted a hand, pointing at the people rushing around outside the window downstairs. "What are all those people doing down there again so late at night?"

Qian Cheng immediately answered, "Young Master said he wanted to eat hot pot, so people are preparing."

Old Zuo: "What nonsense is this? Eating hot pot?"

Qian Cheng suppressed a smile and nodded. "It's absolutely true."

Old Zuo cursed angrily, "Has his brain gone soft?"

Qian Cheng wiped the smile off his face instantly and replied, "He invited a female classmate over to eat hot pot at home."

Old Zuo: "Hmm...how unusual!"

Qian Cheng secretly glanced at Old Zuo's expression, sensing his improved mood, and added: "It's the female classmate who saved Young Master."

Old Zuo: "In the middle of the night, utter madness!"

Although his words complained, Qian Cheng knew Old Zuo was actually in a pretty good mood right now, so he went on talking a bit more: "That female classmate is quite beautiful, and also rather special - it seems she knows some martial arts."

"Oh? Now that's a bit interesting." Old Zuo was about to ask more when the convoy returned in front of the Zuo family's main building.

Wei Shixu got out of the car alone, without any female classmate.

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When Quan Zhisui returned to the Zuo residence, it was 11pm and no one else was home.

First she went upstairs, threw her bloodstained school uniform in the laundry hamper, put down her schoolbag, then went back downstairs to get some food.

While serving up the late night meal, Gu Lan also passed along some information: "The Master and Madam are at a dinner banquet with drinks tonight, they'll probably be back around dawn. The Old Master and Old Madam went to the hot springs resort next door, they won't be back today."

Those who worked in wealthy households needed some perceptiveness - whether useful or not, Gu Lan would update the young miss with any news she had.

She could see clearly that this young miss could upend the skies over the Zuo household - she was an existence they absolutely could not afford to provoke. And the young miss never made things difficult for them workers anyway.

Getting on her good side early was definitely the right move!

Quan Zhisui nodded to show she understood, then quietly focused on her meal.

With no one else home at the Zuo residence tonight, if she beat Zuo Zichen to death here, who would even know?

How convenient!

After the young miss finished her late night snack, Gu Lan began humming a little ditty as she stepped forward to clear the table, in high spirits.

But before she could even clear half the table...

Boom!

Boom boom boom!

Enormous crashing sounds came from the second floor, the ceiling shaking - Gu Lan was so startled she nearly dropped the plates!

Since her first kick didn't break down the double doors, Quan Zhisui took a few steps back to adjust her stance before sprinting forward and delivering a flying kick.

With no elders home anyway, she kicked wildly and unreservedly!

Zuo Zichen had not left his room after returning home, hiding in front of his computer playing games. A broken arm wouldn't affect his gaming one bit.

He wore noise-cancelling headphones worth 20,000 yuan - the sound insulation was superb, he couldn't hear any kicking sounds at all.

But then...why was his room shaking?

Zuo Zichen had just taken off his headphones and stood up.

Crash—

The door caved in!

The ceiling and some decorative wood paneling came crashing down onto the marble floor, looking like a pile of rubble.

Zuo Zichen just stood there, stunned as he watched Quan Zhisui kick down the door with a terrifying air and charge over to grab his hair.

It felt like his scalp was being ripped off!

"Ahhhhh!"

He began screaming belatedly.

Quan Zhisui ignored his screams, keeping her grip mercilessly tight as she dragged him out of the room. She even took the chance to observe Zuo Zichen's quarters.

Hmph!

As expected of the precious son of Zuo Zhiyu and Xu Zhiyi, the precious grandson of Zuo Zhaoyuan and Zhang Liufang.

Zuo Zichen's suite was even bigger than her entire suite!

Top of the line gaming chair, gaming desk and computer, a 100-inch luxury TV, there was even a small tea corner - even the sofa was real leather.

Most critically, Zuo Zichen's rooms were situated in the literary star position of the entire second floor.

He actually played games here?

Truly a waste of excellent fengshui!

Quan Zhisui was already furious to begin with, and seeing this difference in treatment made her rage boil over completely.

So she went wild, losing all self-control!

The mansion's employees came running out when they heard the commotion, but didn't dare get too close, much less try to dissuade her. They just gathered at the top of the stairs watching from afar.

Ma Xinwei and Gu Lan had already been in the kitchen and side hall, so they arrived fastest. Zhao Lin had already gone to bed, but when he heard the young miss was beating up the young master, he shot out of bed like a carp flipping over and rushed out to see.

And this was the scene they saw - Quan Zhisui dragging Zuo Zichen by the hair, hauling him out of the room, dragging him along all the way.

"Ahhhh! Ahhhhhh!"

Zuo Zichen screamed deafeningly, face contorted.

Quan Zhisui ignored his screams, grip unyieldingly tight, expression tranquil.

She dragged him up the stairs, Zuo Zichen's body sliding up each step with loud banging sounds.

Quan Zhisui hauled him to the third floor, then continued upwards to the fourth floor.

Zuo Zichen screamed nonstop for help the entire time.

On the fourth floor was an elegantly constructed tea room and reception hall, with a large terrace and lovely view.

The employees hurriedly followed them up to the fourth floor, still not daring to get close. They didn't know what Quan Zhisui intended to do either, but knew the young miss was in a berserk state right now - anyone who tried to stop her would die!

Quan Zhisui dragged Zuo Zichen onto the terrace, then further, right to the terrace edge.

Now not just Zuo Zichen, even the employees were scared to death!

What was she trying to do?

Was she really going to push Zuo Zichen off the fourth floor?!

That was exactly what Quan Zhisui did.

She directly hefted Zuo Zichen up and flung him onto the terrace balustrade like a sack of rice, pressing his head down so he had a clear view of the ground far below.

The Zuo family's fourth floor was very high, the ceiling height of each level in the luxury mansion was taller than regular housing. Not to mention, status-conscious Zuo Zhiyu had bought a top tier luxury home.

Falling from this height of nearly twenty meters would definitely kill you.

Left Zuo Zichen scared out of his wits!

"Ahhhh! Ahhhhhh! Help!"

He screamed until his voice went hoarse.

Right now, his upper body was dangling over the balustrade, head upside down with only his legs still inside. But his legs couldn't reach the floor either, since the terrace balustrade was 1.6 meters tall while his legs weren't that long!

The fear of hanging in midair at such a height completely shattered Zuo Zichen's mind!

"Was it you who sent people to attack me?" Quan Zhisui asked this question calmly, despite her terrifying actions.

Her composure formed a stark contrast against the hysterical screaming Zuo Zichen.