Chi Xian's gaze flickered slightly.
That woman would never let herself be at a disadvantage.
Instead...
He felt suffocated right now.
Upon seeing Song Zhe Kun walk towards Ming Zheng.
A dark factor surged within him, spreading and clamoring in his body.
He wanted Song Zhe Kun... to disappear from this world forever!
For the Song family to completely fall!
But his reason clearly told him.
Ming Zheng was not the type to hide under someone's wing, to be protected.
She was free, flamboyant.
Like the wind, unrestrained.
He wanted to stand before Ming Zheng, to shield her from all harm.
He also wanted to keep Ming Zheng by his side, to continue... the dream he had never completed.
But he couldn't.
He couldn't overtly insert himself into her life.
Couldn't forcibly involve himself in her affairs.
Couldn't try to possess everything about her.
Otherwise, it would only make Ming Zheng wary of him, and thus... drive her further away.
"Brother Chi? Brother Chi??"
Si Lin called out a few times, but Chi Xian didn't respond.
Without orders, he dared not act directly.
He could only pout and sit on the ground, looking towards Ming Zheng with some unhappiness.
The next second.
Si Lin felt a gust of cold wind brush past him.
He blinked.
He saw the tall, bamboo-like figure had already walked out of the viewing platform and was heading straight for the track.
Si Lin: "???"
Didn't he say he didn't need to help Miss Ming Zheng?
Then what was he doing now?
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The night wind was cool, lifting Ming Zheng's ink-black hair, causing it to sway slightly.
Mo Qi Yu, beside her, was chattering incessantly.
Ming Zheng suddenly stopped.
Her gaze fixed on a certain spot.
After staring for several seconds, she slowly withdrew her gaze.
Mo Qi Yu followed her gaze: "Baby, what are you looking at? That's the viewing platform for Yin Yang Mountain. Do you want to go there? Then race me, and if you win, I'll take you!"
Ming Zheng didn't reply, but her eyebrows slightly lifted as she looked elsewhere.
Mo Qi Yu followed her gaze again.
Immediately, he couldn't help but curse: "Holy crap, Baby, that old white lotus has bad intentions!"
Around them, more than ten martial artists of C-rank or above had already surrounded them.
Just now, these people had been surrounding Ming Yan Lun and Ming Zhi Rou.
He knew it, how could that fake daughter suddenly shout at them for no reason.
Turns out she wanted to divert the trouble!
Ming Zheng's expression was calm, her voice faint: "It's people from the Song family."
Just like in her past life.
Ming Yan Lun had a conflict with the young master of the Song family.
However...
This time, the Ming family had clearly shifted the conflict to her side.
Still the same damn dogs from the Ming family!
More than a dozen people quickly surrounded the two of them.
Mo Qi Yu frowned, and asked in a deep voice: "What do you want to do?!"
"Dean of the Capital, don't panic, I'm looking for... the Ming family's daughter." Song Zhe Kun walked out from the crowd, his eyes almost glued to Ming Zheng's face.
He grinned and licked his lips with a greasy sheen: "This is none of the Capital Dean's business, please return."
After speaking, he slightly raised his chin.
Several people with brightly dyed hair rushed forward, trying to drag Mo Qi Yu away.
This arrogance infuriated Mo Qi Yu.
He, the noble and aloof domineering CEO, wasn't this arrogant!
The young master of the Song family dared to be so arrogant towards him?
He directly performed a set of boxing techniques, pinning those people to the ground and rubbing them.
After rubbing them, he didn't forget to provocatively hook his finger at Song Zhe Kun—
"You, come here!"
Song Zhe Kun was not annoyed. He didn't even glance at the henchmen groaning and wailing on the ground. He smiled very arrogantly: "You don't need to show off the Capital Dean's prestige in front of me."
"I'm not planning to enroll in the Capital Academy, and my Song family only has me, an only son. I don't have siblings who need to enroll in the Capital Academy, so I have no need to curry favor with you."
"Your status as the Capital Dean means nothing to me."
"Bang—"
The moment Song Zhe Kun finished speaking.
A gust of powerful wind howled.
Song Zhe Kun, like a kite with a broken string, flew backward with a "thump" and landed heavily on the ground.
He spat out a mouthful of blood with a "wow."
At that moment, everyone present was stunned.
Song Zhe Kun was also stunned.
Only the girl in the black hoodie, with a lazy and indifferent expression, slowly retracted her leg.
Her dark eyes, like cold stars, cast a faint, cool gaze upon Song Zhe Kun.
"Don't you dare play the Song family's prestige in front of me."
Her voice was as calm as if she were reciting lines, devoid of any emotion.
But strangely, her words were chilling, making hearts tremble: "The Song family means nothing to me."
The exact same words, returned untouched.
And returned with physical action!
"Baby!!"
Mo Qi Yu was so moved that tears almost welled up, but he still cared about his hard-earned image as a domineering CEO, forcing himself to hold them back.
Wuwuwu!
Baby rarely makes a move.
But because Song Zhe Kun insulted him.
Baby stood up for him!
As expected, Baby is still his Baby, still the one who would protect him without hesitation!
He's stuck with her for life.
He'll be her little brother forever,嘤嘤嘤!
Ming Zheng: "..."
The look on her little brother's face, on the verge of tears, was rather comical.
She wanted to laugh.
Ming Zheng, with a straight face, looked at Song Zhe Kun, who was being helped up by his followers, her expression unmoved: "If you want to cause trouble for the Ming family, go directly to the Ming family. I have nothing to do with the Ming family."
She had plenty of opportunities to seek revenge on Song Zhe Kun.
But she had no interest in being a tool for that dog Ming Zhi Rou.
To help her and Ming Yan Lun attract firepower.
Song Zhe Kun reached out and wiped the blood from his lips. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and instead, he laughed even more ferociously: "As expected of the true daughter of the Ming family, truly spirited."
His sinister eyes, like a venomous snake, coiled around Ming Zheng: "However... the true daughter who grew up in the countryside, indeed doesn't have much feeling for the Ming family. For her own safety, she abandons her own kin."
He "tsk"ed again: "The fake daughter is more loyal than you, the true daughter."
Song Zhe Kun thought that these two daughters, with the matter of the true and fake daughters causing a city-wide uproar, this true daughter who had returned from the countryside would definitely be very sensitive to the term 'true and fake daughter.'
But the girl in the bright ink clothes before him, from beginning to end, her expression was so indifferent that there wasn't a ripple.
Her indifferent gaze made it seem as if the person he was talking about was not her at all.
Song Zhe Kun's gaze towards Ming Zheng became even more fervent.
He licked the blood around his lips, broke free from those who were supporting him, and staggered towards Ming Zheng: "Who told this young master to like your face so much..."
"You."
He raised his hand, pointing at Ming Zheng, his snake-like eyes almost strangling her: "Your fake sister said, you two are going to have a car race?"
"You know how to race, right?"
"Then how about you play a round with this young master."