Chapter 125: I’m a Good Girl
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Zong Zhengyu smoked silently.
Halfway through the smoke, there was a knock on the door. Zong Zhengyu replied with a hoarse voice, “Come in.”
As the door was pushed open, a man who was about the same age as Seventh Master stepped in.
The man wore a light-colored suit and was impeccably slender and tall. His face was gentle and beautiful, and he wore frameless glasses. His long black hair added to his coquettish aura.
“Hey, Seventh.”
He raised his head and waved as a greeting.
Zong Zhengyu ignored him and lowered his head to smoke.
The man didn’t mind. He walked to the seat opposite the desk and pulled out a chair to sit down.
He rested his right leg on his left knee and leaned against the back of the chair in a relaxed manner. “Why are you hiding here? The grand master has woken up a few times and has been calling for you.”
Zong Zhengyu shook the ash off the ashtray and gave the person opposite him an impatient look, but did not reply.
The person on the other side clicked his tongue in disgust. “It’s been so many years, and you’re still the same, like an iceberg.”
Zong Zhengyu had no patience for his ridicule.
He pointed it out directly. “What do you want from me?”
The man immediately laughed. “By the way, you are as simple and brutal as ever.”
Zong Zhengyu didn’t answer. He just called his name. “Zong Zhengyan.”
Calling out his name was the ultimatum.
The Zong family had a total of twelve siblings in his generation. Eight of them were males, and four were females.
Zong Zhengyu ranked seventh.
Zong Zhengyan ranked sixth.
They both shared the same birthday but were born an hour apart. Zong Zhengyu never recognized him as his elder brother.
Zong Zhengyan’s life goal was to let Seventh Master call him elder brother.
However, it had been more than twenty years, and it had never been realized.
Zong Zhengyan did not beat around the bush. “He asked about Gu Shuqing.”
Zong Zhengyu put out the cigarette in the ashtray and glanced at him coldly.
Zong Zhengyan said, “Is Gu Shuqing not planning to come back? That incident happened so many years ago. You’ve returned occasionally, but what about him?”
Zong Zhengyu’s face darkened. “For this?”
“Yes, I am here to ask the question. When will Gu Shuqing be back?”
“Ask him yourself.” Zong Zhengyu was cold and merciless as he added, “Get lost.”
Feeling the coldness of Zong Zhengyu’s aura, Zong Zhengyan was slightly unhappy, “Seventh, the matter has been many years in the past. Can you guys let it go? And your stress reaction, the grand master has already asked about it before. He asked if your head was still…”
Before he could finish his words, Zong Zhengyan felt Zong Zhengyu’s deadly gaze.
It was cold and prickly.
It was as if he would not be able to walk out of the study room if he said another word!
Zong Zhengyan chose to shut up.
That incident back then was still taboo for Zong Zhengyu and Gu Shuqing.
Zong Zhengyan was afraid of Zong Zhengyu.
It was true that Zong Zhengyu was ranked seventh and was sent to Jianglan City a few years ago due to that incident, and he would not return unless something happened to the old master.
But Zong Zhengyu was still the most feared one in the Zong family.
In the early years when Zong Zhengyu was still there, there was a saying in Liuli City…
Control the storm. The Dragon in the Sky. The seventh of the Zong family!
Back then, when Zong Zhengyu was born, lightning and thunder flashed. The dark clouds in the sky painted a prosperous scene of a dragon in the sky.
It was also because of such a sight that the grand master of the Zong family took him very seriously.
Since young, Zong Zhengyu displayed more talent and methods than any other child in his generation.
In Liuli City, everyone thought that Zong Zhengyu would be the absolute successor after the grand master of the Zong family abdicated.
But things didn’t work out.
During that incident, Zong Zhengyu not only developed a stress disorder, but he would also lose his mind and go crazy once his headache acted up, and he even went to Jianglan City.
Other than the grand master, no one could call him back.
He was a proud heir of heaven.
Even if he went to Jianglan City, Zong Zhengyu would still be able to establish his kingdom in the shortest time possible and become the top king in Jianglan City!
The god who stood in the clouds was always a god no matter where he was.
Zong Zengyan sighed. He changed the topic, “The grand master’s condition has been stabilized. When will you leave?”
“Tomorrow.”
“My girl was anxiously waiting,” he thought..