"Thank you for your kindness, young master Hai, but no need. I have things to attend to," Lin Zifeng smiled slightly and quickly left the scene with Hai Zhilan.
He couldn’t stay here for long; he had just spotted young heirs from the Shangguan, Nolan, and Ouyang families. Besides, he ca to figure out what kind of person Hai Wuyan really was.
Now he understood, just from the way this guy spoke and his casual actions.
Lin Zifeng could already picture it in his mind.
"Brother Lin, are we really just leaving like this?" For Hai Zhilan, this was the first ti he’d seen his brother being persuasive, and his heart ward instantly, feeling a surge of familial affection. At that mont, he really wanted to stay...
"Do you want to keep getting taphorically slapped in the face?" Lin Zifeng glanced at him indifferently, then turned and walked away coldly. This Hai Zhilan is just too cowardly.
Lin Zifeng started to doubt whether this coward could even be trained...
"Brother Lin, wait for . Wait for ." After hesitating, Hai Zhilan finally trotted along after Lin Zifeng, leaving the scene together.
Initially, Hai Zhilan was sowhat distrustful of Lin Zifeng, but the incredible strength Lin Zifeng displayed earlier completely conquered Hai Zhilan.
To know that the guy beside Hai Wuyan is at the middle stage of being a King, and was punched and sent flying—how terrifying is that strength?
...
Watching Hai Zhilan swagger off today, Hai Wuyan grabbed a glass of champagne from a servant’s tray, his eyes crimson, with a slight hint of gloom.
He finally shifted his gaze, curling his lips into a wicked smile on his cold face: "Hai Zhilan, Hai Zhilan, just found a little helper. Today you can strut around over . One day, I will let you know what true humiliation is!"
"Snap!"
The champagne glass in his hand shattered instantly!
Hai Wuyan, known as the Hai Family’s greatest genius in a millennium. So young yet already at the middle stage of being a King, but today the young man brought by Hai Zhilan was not much older than him, yet such strength embarrassed Hai Wuyan, feeling quite bitter inside.
Envy, jealousy, hidden hatred!
When Hai Wuyan went to check on the man who was injured, the man was foaming at the mouth and his eyes rolled back. His jaw looked intact, but all his teeth were shattered...
"Hah~ piece of trash," Hai Wuyan glanced over and snickered coldly...
......
After leaving the hotel banquet, Hai Zhilan practically idolized Lin Zifeng along the way, bombarding him with questions, eager to delve into Lin Zifeng’s entire ancestry.
When parting, Hai Zhilan was reluctant to leave, asking when Lin Zifeng would help him seize the position of Family Head. Though he initially planned the test, Lin Zifeng decided Hai Zhilan should solve it himself.
The Hai Family’s periodic test can’t be helped by outsiders like Lin Zifeng. Besides, Hai Wuyan now recognizes him, so he can’t go stirring things up again...
"Brother Lin, will we have a chance to et again?"
Lin Zifeng hailed a taxi, preparing to leave when Hai Zhilan ran up to him with red eyes, a teary look that made Lin Zifeng feel like slapping him—a grown man whining like a child.
"I say, Hai Zhilan, what should I reprimand you for? A grown man whining in front of , asking if we’ll have a chance to et again? Are you a damned gay?"
Lin Zifeng put his hands on his hips, unable to contain his anger.
"Brother Lin~ I..."
Hai Zhilan’s face turned even redder from embarrassnt; this is just his character—timid, cautious, indecisive.
"Alright, alright, you can roll away now. I’m a bit busy lately, so I might not be able to et up with you often. But let remind you, it’s best to stay away from your brother; don’t let him set you up, or you won’t even know how you died..."
Lin Zifeng patted his shoulder and then turned to get into the taxi.
Hai Zhilan watched Lin Zifeng leave, eyes truly a bit red.
In his lifeti, apart from his mom and sister, people who genuinely cared for him were really few. Many thought that rich people and young heirs lived well, but the truth is different.
In real aristocratic families, there’s coldness and no familial love.
No one like Lin Zifeng to help him. So, Hai Zhilan was very touched.
...
However, when Lin Zifeng got into the taxi, looking at the driver, he couldn’t speak for a long ti.
The female driver driving didn’t notice initially, but after so distance, she glanced at the passenger through the rearview mirror.
Her pretty eyes widened, like they might drop at any mont~
"Oh crap!"
Lin Zifeng couldn’t help but exclaim.
"Oh crap!"
The female driver pulled the taxi to the roadside and echoed Lin Zifeng’s exclamation.
"Damn! It’s you!"
The female driver turned back, pointing to Lin Zifeng’s nose in surprise.
eting her here, Lin Zifeng didn’t know whether it was fortunate or unfortunate. He had sent people to find Su Yueying earlier, but she disappeared like evaporating, and they couldn’t trace her registration...
Later, Lin Zifeng found out Su Yueying was an orphan, growing up slowly in society.
Over the years, she had no ho, no family, and no registration. Without registration, facing no ID card, no ID card, facing no job...
So, the taxi she drives now is an illegal car, indeed a private illegal car.
Back in Zhonghai, she got a forged ID card and registration, that’s how she had a job to barely survive, but the good tis didn’t last... she got caught...
"Isn’t it . I’ve been looking for you for so long. Now that I’m not looking, I encounter you here; isn’t the world a bit marvelous?" Lin Zifeng leaned back into his seat, eyes widened too...
"Looking for ? Did you look for ? Why do you want to find ?"
Su Yueying felt like it was a dream too, eting him in Yanjing, in such circumstances, it’s just incredibly ant to be.
"Not only did I look for you, almost flipped Zhonghai upside down." Lin Zifeng said expressionlessly. It was precisely because Su Yueying frequently used counterfeit IDs that made her hard to track; knowing the Great Heavenly Dynasty’s forgery skills are top-notch...
(Master Hua ntioned yesterday, six updates today. Indeed, there’s no mistake. So readers said they hate people breaking promises; regardless of quantity, one must keep their word. Rest assured, brothers and sisters, even if I write until past four in the morning, I’ll update these six pieces tonight! Inspiration was lacking during the day, endured a bitter day. Can only stay up late and try hard!)
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