Chasing You Like a Tenacious Falcon

Chapter 12

Unlike Xu Zhiyi's focus, what Zuo Zhiyu heard was: 'Dad...sent me away...give up guardianship...'

"No!!!"

He sat up abruptly, didn't even have time to put on his clothes, and firmly grabbed Quan Zhisui's shoulders. He tried his best to restrain his anger after being woken up, and forcibly made himself look kind.

Zuo Zhiyu took a deep breath, his voice gentle: "Good daughter, I'm your dad! How could you leave your dad? You are dad's good daughter, dad's first child, dad's precious darling!"

Xu Zhiyi was shocked, with an expression on her face like she had swallowed a fly.

Quan Zhisui tilted her head, pretending to be innocent as she asked: "Then why were you yelling at me? I just wanted to say good morning to dad."

Zuo Zhiyu immediately smiled along, with an extremely exaggerated smile: "Good morning! Of course it's good morning! Dad wants to say good morning to you too!"

"Okay dad, then I'm going to school!" Quan Zhisui waved with her school bag on her back.

"Good good! Have a good day at school!" Zuo Zhiyu didn't dare miss a word, keeping his voice loud, forcibly maintaining enthusiasm.

After Quan Zhisui left, Xu Zhiyi rushed over to close the door, then angrily walked back, picked up a pillow and started hitting Zuo Zhiyu.

"What do you mean? Didn't you hear what she just said?!" She desperately released her dissatisfaction.

But Zuo Zhiyu's good temper was gone. He yelled even more irritably than her: "Enough! Shut up!"

Xu Zhiyi's chest heaved angrily: "Zuo Zhiyu, why do you have to bring her back?! I've been with you for so many years, that little bitch called me a mistress, and you still..."

"Weren't you before?!" Zuo Zhiyu retorted, his face also becoming fierce: "I warn you, make another fuss and we'll divorce! Get out of the Zuo family!"

Xu Zhiyi instantly didn't dare to speak again. Her only reliance was Zuo Zhiyu. If Zuo Zhiyu drove her away, she would have nothing left.

She couldn't bear to give up the Zuo family's wealth and the aristocratic life she had enjoyed over the years.

"Dear, I was just mad, I didn't mean to get angry with you." Xu Zhiyi immediately changed her attitude, pitifully leaning over to massage Zuo Zhiyu's temples.

Zuo Zhiyu, in a bad mood, didn't speak, resting with eyes closed.

Xu Zhiyi didn't dare make another sound either.

...

When Quan Zhisui walked downstairs, she met Gu Lan at the stairs on the second floor.

At this moment, Gu Lan was in a state of shock, having obviously heard the voices from the third floor just now.

The sound Quan Zhisui made slamming the door was so loud, and the door remained open the whole time. Xu Zhiyi was yelling loudly with penetrating power, Zuo Zhiyu's roars were unrestrained...

It would be strange not to hear anything.

"Good morning, Aunt Gu. I'm going to school now." Quan Zhisui greeted her calmly.

Gu Lan hurriedly nodded: "Alright Miss, take care on the road."

She was so scared that even the form of address had changed.

The time when Quan Zhisui walked out the door was 7:05. An expensive black Bentley was parked there waiting.

As soon as Zhao Lin caught sight of the figure, he immediately got out of the driver's seat, rushed over to take Quan Zhisui's schoolbag, then went around to the back seat to open the door and shield her. His actions were smooth and practiced.

"Thank you." Quan Zhisui smiled at him and bent down to get in the back seat.

"You're welcome, Miss." Zhao Lin closed the car door, then went around to the other side back seat to properly set down Quan Zhisui's schoolbag before returning to the driver's seat and starting the car.

The drive was silent. At 7:25 they arrived at Liang Secondary School.

After parking, Zhao Lin went through the standard routine again of going around to open the back door and shield her. He even wanted to help carry her schoolbag, but Quan Zhisui took it herself.

Watching Quan Zhisui walk into the school, he let out a breath, finally completing the task of sending Miss to school.

At the front gate, cars came and went as students poured into the campus.

Wearing her school uniform, Quan Zhisui didn't stand out at all in the crowd, but the several hundred thousand dollar Bentley did, not to mention the chauffeured escort scene.

She hadn't gone far before people were already whispering.

"Who's that girl? Is her family that rich?"

"Quan Zhisui in 10th grade, transferred in."

"The one who beat Zuo Zichen into the hospital yesterday?"

"Damn, how did it get distorted into this? It was Zuo Zichen who beat her, breaking his own hand and going to the hospital."

"The video has spread everywhere. Zuo Zichen was like possessed, super weird."

"Didn't you watch it slow motion? Zuo Zichen hit her, but his hand broke when he made contact. I suspect Quan Zhisui practices martial arts!"

"There were also problem students who went to block her yesterday, but the five of them lay in the alley for a good while unable to get up. She didn't have a scratch."

"For real? Tell me the details!"

"No one knows the details. It's said some girls know the whole process but they absolutely refuse to talk!"

"Who's family is richer, Zuo Zichen or Quan Zhisui? What would happen if they collide?"

"Didn't she already collide him into the hospital?"

"Haha!"

...

Quan Zhisui didn't care about the gossip. She didn't even hear it. Sitting down in class now, she started feeling down.

What to do? She didn't finish her homework yesterday.

Kong Mingze wasn't late today. Holding two milk teas, he walked into the classroom: "Class monitor! I brought you milk tea!"

"Did you do your homework?" Zhuge Ying asked.

Kong Mingze drooped his face: "Choose between homework and milk tea."

Zhuge Ying: "Milk tea."

"That's my monitor!" Kong Mingze grinned, then walked to the back row: "Quan Zhisui, there's also one for you."

"Thanks, I'll also treat you to one at lunch." Quan Zhisui said, then listlessly slumped over the desk.

Kong Mingze: "What's up with you, why so down?"

Quan Zhisui looked at him hesitantly: "You never do homework, is that okay?"

Kong Mingze scratched his head: "I don't want to do it. And I can't figure it out anyway."

Quan Zhisui: "Then what's the point of going to school?"

Kong Mingze: "Uh..."

Quan Zhisui changed the question: "Aren't you taking the college entrance exam either?"

Kong Mingze thought for a bit: "I'll take it, but I have a backup plan. If I don't get in, I'll go home and help my parents run their hot pot restaurant, heh heh!"

Quan Zhisui: "Oh..."

So enviable.

Just then, the subject representatives started collecting homework. When they got to Quan Zhisui, she didn't hand in assignments for three subjects. The class rep didn't say anything, as if used to this kind of situation.

Quan Zhisui pulled Kong Mingze and asked softly: "Is it okay that I didn't hand in homework?"

Kong Mingze: "Well, it's a key high school, studying is up to you."

Quan Zhisui was even more surprised: "Then why did the monitor specially ask you?"

It made her think not doing homework was a big deal yesterday, up until a minute ago her whole being was panicked.

Kong Mingze looked aggrieved: "I know right! Collecting homework isn't even her job, why does she ask me about it every day?!"

Quan Zhisui: "Special attention..."

Just then, a figure walked over from the front row, voice cold:

"Quan Zhisui, you didn't hand in homework for three subjects."

It was Wei Shixu.