Amidst the murmurs of the crowd.
The manager turned to the other guests, bowing slightly, a polite smile on his face. "We apologize for disturbing all of you esteemed guests. All patrons dining at Zui Xian Lou today will receive a twenty percent discount as a token of our apology."
The farce ended.
The manager, on behalf of Zui Xian Lou, offered his apologies to everyone.
Naturally, no one intended to pursue the matter further with Zui Xian Lou. No one wished to offend the boss behind Zui Xian Lou.
A war, fought without weapons and won through sheer dominance, drew to a close.
Mo Qi Yu furrowed his brow, his face creased in a frown. He leaned closer to Ming Zheng's ear. "I say, baby, could it be that the owner of Zui Xian Lou knows your identity? Why else would they be so solicitous all of a sudden?"
Ming Zheng did not answer him.
Instead, her dark eyes fixed on the closed private room directly in front of them.
Mo Qi Yu nudged Ming Zheng with his elbow. "Baby, what are you looking at?"
Ming Zheng withdrew her gaze and shook her head. "Nothing."
Mo Qi Yu looked suspicious and widened his eyes, glancing in the direction Ming Zheng had been looking.
But he found nothing.
Ming Zheng turned and went back into the private room.
Mo Qi Yu, trotting along behind her, followed suit.
As soon as the door closed, Mo Qi Yu slumped onto the dining table, his face a picture of dejection. "Ahhhh, I was still planning to reveal my identity as the Dean of the Imperial City to suppress that dog actor's arrogance, but it was over before I even got a chance to step onto the stage!"
As he spoke, he abruptly lifted his head and looked at the gold card in Ming Zheng's hand. "Tell me, tell me, what is going on with Zui Xian Lou? Other than them knowing your identity, I can't think of any other reason!"
"I have no identity right now," Ming Zheng lowered her gaze, her slender fingers lightly tracing the gold card. Her raven-like lashes concealed all emotion in her eyes. "If you don't know, there's no need to worry about it. Since this meal is entirely on the house, let's just order whatever we want and eat."
Mo Qi Yu shot up from his seat. "Right, right! Since it's free, let's eat! We need to eat well if we want the energy to fight tonight!"
- kan shū là
Inside the private room opposite Ming Zheng.
The atmosphere was heavy and gloomy.
But Si Lin, with his mouth full of food, seemed entirely oblivious to this mood. As he munched on the delicious food in his bowl, he smacked his lips. "That's Miss Ming Zheng, isn't it? Our Brother Chi's savior!"
"Brother Chi, didn't you say you had a lunch appointment with Miss Ming Zheng, but she refused to come out with you because you brought too much breakfast? Why is she out having lunch with the Dean of the Imperial City now?"
After asking this, Si Lin seemed to suddenly realize something, clenched his chopsticks, and pointed at Chi Xian. "I get it, Brother Chi, it must be that Miss Ming Zheng doesn't want to eat with you..."
"Cough, cough, cough!"
Si Qi, dressed in a black t-shirt, coughed forcefully.
He cut off what Si Lin was about to say.
Si Lin finally came to his senses.
His chopsticks went "clatter" as they fell onto the table.
He stood up abruptly, his knees hitting the chair, causing him to grimace in pain. Yet, he dared not cry out. He immediately bowed ninety degrees to Chi Xian, who had a stern face.
"Brother Chi, I was wrong! I didn't mean it like that..."
He lowered his head, not hearing Brother Chi's voice.
So, he stealthily lifted his gaze.
He stole a glance.
Brother Chi's face, which could topple cities, was dark and brooding.
Especially his deep ink-black eyes, which were cold and dark, like a deep pool.
It sent a shiver down his spine.
He was going to die, going to die.
He had thoroughly angered Brother Chi!
Si Lin's mind raced, trying to find words to defend himself. "Brother Chi, Brother Chi, I meant... Miss Ming Zheng and the Dean of the Imperial City's relationship... is already quite close, so it's quite normal for them to have dinner together..."
"The Dean of the Imperial City treats Miss Ming Zheng like family, so this must be a family dinner."
"As for why he didn't invite you, Brother Chi... it's just... it's just..."
Si Qi grabbed his twin brother's hand, stopping him from making further foolish arguments. "You're only making it worse, shut up."
Si Lin wore a bitter expression.
Si Qi bowed slightly towards Chi Xian, about to speak.
The man, with a gloomy expression and a face devoid of emotion, raised his hand and said in a cold voice, "Go to the Dark Hall for an additional three months of training."
"No, Brother Chi! I'll die if I train for three more months! I was wrong, wrong, I truly know I was wrong, I'll never speak carelessly again..."
Si Lin's legs went weak with fear. He cried out, "Wah," and rushed to his Brother Chi's side to beg for mercy.
Chi Xian's fingers, hanging by his side, clenched tightly. His exceptionally beautiful eyebrows were still and expressionless.
He paid no attention to Si Lin. kAnshu伍.ξà
Si Lin's face turned ashen, wishing he could slap his own mouth twice.
-
Night fell, the moonlight was like water.
Eight o'clock in the evening.
Ming Zheng got into Mo Qi Yu's car and drove from the small apartment towards the Song family villa.
A silver Maybach drove past them.
Ming Zheng paid no attention, leaning back against the seat and closing her eyes to rest.
The Maybach suddenly stopped.
The car window rolled down.
A head of ash-gray hair emerged from the driver's seat, staring at the departing vibrant purple sports car with wide eyes. "That, that... isn't that Miss Ming Zheng?"
In the back seat, a tall and elegant man leaned against the window. His deep, unfathomable gaze fixed on the purple sports car speeding away, a dark surge in his eyes.
He held a mobile phone in his hand.
The screen displayed an ongoing call.
In the center of the screen, the words "Zheng Bao" were clearly displayed.
However, the other party had not answered the call for a long time.
Si Lin retracted his head and looked at his Brother Chi's expressionless face in the rearview mirror. He swallowed and tried to earn a "sentence reduction" for himself. "Miss Ming Zheng might have had something urgent, which is why she forgot about the lunch appointment with you."
He suddenly stepped on the accelerator, turned the steering wheel, and chased after the vibrant purple sports car.
"Let's go take a look and see if there's anything we can do to help Miss Ming Zheng!"
After saying that.
Si Lin gave himself a mental pat on the back for his cleverness.
As long as he caught up with Brother Chi's savior,
He would be able to get a "sentence reduction"!
-
Song Family Back Mountain.
Ming Zheng and Mo Qi Yu walked side by side.
Mo Qi Yu strode forward with a forceful gait, walking with a swagger that acknowledged no one.
His domineering aura was fully displayed.
As he walked, he kept a stern face and whispered to Ming Zheng, "Baby, it's just the two of us, we have to project confidence! If they outnumber us, we have to overwhelm them with our presence!"
Ming Zheng did not reply.
Her face showed no strong emotions.
She simply walked forward at an unhurried, steady pace.
The Song family resided in a wealthy villa district, backed by a large mountain. Under the meticulous renovation by the Song family, the mountain had been transformed into a forest resort.
As they approached the mountainside near the back of the mountain.
Ming Zheng keenly sensed the presence of many people hidden in the air.
Her steps paused slightly, her dark eyes, under the night sky, flashed with brilliant, luminous streams.
As expected.
The moment she grabbed Mo Qi Yu's arm and stopped.
"Swish, swish, swish—"
Several piercing sounds, carrying strong gusts of wind, came hurtling towards them.