Chasing You Like a Tenacious Falcon

Chapter 135

Wei Shixu acted swiftly. When he decided not to play around, his methods of dealing with troublemakers were straightforward.

The surveillance footage was retrieved that very day!

Xu Shifang had deliberately sought out blind spots in the cameras, but evidence of his actions was still captured.

Whether it was the kitten or the squirrel, he had personally broken their bones, leaving behind a scene that was both bloody and cruel.

The video was somehow leaked and spread throughout the school, ending up in the hands of every student.

Xu Shifang could no longer stay at Liang Secondary School. Everyone looked at him as if he were a monster.

No, he *was* a monster!

That same day, Zhang Li called Quan Zhisui into his office. This time, his tone was gentle but filled with curiosity.

"How did you notice something was off?" he asked.

Quan Zhisui shook her head. "I didn't have any concrete evidence. I just couldn't hold back anymore. But I did hold back a little—otherwise, I would have beaten him to death, not just left him without needing to visit the infirmary."

Zhang Li pressed further, "And what about Wei Mingxuan? He claims that you and Zuo Zichen, as siblings, attacked him?"

As a reasonable dean, Zhang Li had spent the entire day pondering Zhuge Ying's words.

At this moment, he agreed wholeheartedly—Quan Zhisui wouldn't hit someone without a good reason.

When it came to disputes between students, it was crucial to investigate the root cause.

Quan Zhisui replied, "He wanted me to be his girlfriend. I refused, and my brother couldn't stand it, so he hit him."

Zhang Li furrowed his brow slightly, then nodded. "I understand. Go back to class now. Study hard—you're in your final year of high school. Aim for a good university."

"Alright! Thank you, teacher!" Quan Zhisui smiled and left the office.

Zuo Zichen was waiting outside the office and immediately rushed over when he saw her.

"Sis! Dad called me eighty times! What the hell!" he exclaimed, panicked.

Quan Zhisui's eyes widened in shock. "That persistent?"

Zuo Zichen: "Thankfully, I'm a boarding student. This is insane."

Quan Zhisui patted his shoulder and spoke solemnly, "The chessboard has gotten too big for me to flip over. Someone's forcing me into the game, and now you're my pawn."

Zuo Zichen: "Huh?"

Quan Zhisui: "Block your dad's number."

Zuo Zichen: "Got it, sis!"

The information Yan Guanghua had leaked through Zuo Zhiyu was disruptive. The best course of action was to cut off communication entirely.

...

At the Wei family estate.

Zhuge Ying and Kong Mingze exchanged surprised glances, unsure how Quan Zhisui knew such an elegant, upper-class gentleman.

Wei Shixu showed no expression. After staring at Zhang Lai for three seconds, he looked away, twirling a pen in his hand. Its tip was sharp.

*Rip—*

It pierced through the exam paper in an instant.

Quan Zhisui stood up amidst the curious gazes of her classmates and walked out of the classroom.

Zhang Lai was indeed refined. The scent of oud perfume wafted from him, exuding maturity and elegance.

He studied her and asked politely, "May we speak privately?"

Quan Zhisui: "Of course."

The two walked to a secluded path behind the school building, facing a small pond with a bench nearby.

The autumn wind carried a few yellow leaves as they drifted slowly to the ground.

"Have a seat."

Zhang Lai's voice was deep and magnetic, carrying the weight of years of experience.

Quan Zhisui thought for a moment before sitting on the bench beside him.

Zhang Lai turned slightly to observe the young woman.

The rustling of leaves in the autumn breeze, the reflection of the sunset on the pond, and a ray of light spilling from the horizon bathed Quan Zhisui's profile in a golden glow.

Zhang Lai's hand trembled slightly as he reached out, wanting to brush away the strands of hair by her ear.

But Quan Zhisui was quicker. With a graceful motion, she tucked the strands behind her ear.

Zhang Lai restrained himself and withdrew his hand, murmuring in admiration, "You resemble her... so much."

He used a weighty term.

Quan Zhisui looked at him calmly. "Who? My mother?"

Zhang Lai's eyes softened with nostalgia. "Yes, in demeanor."

Quan Zhisui got straight to the point. "What was your relationship with my mother?"

Zhang Lai fell into reminiscence once more. "Professionally, she was my superior, my boss... But in other ways, she was my mentor, my guide, and my savior."

Quan Zhisui: "It seems she meant a lot to you."

Zhang Lai: "Now, that important person is you."

Quan Zhisui remained silent, waiting for him to continue.

Zhang Lai seemed to be looking through her at someone else. "She was bold, outgoing, and generous... while you seem more reserved."

"Reserved?" Quan Zhisui raised an eyebrow.

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