Since Mo Qingyan’s treatment had already begun and couldn’t be interrupted, Feng Lin would also accompany them to Xi Cheng.
Knowing that Zuo Yang would be staying in Xi Cheng for some time, Mo Qingyan didn’t want his child to endure any inconvenience. He directly had Yu Ning purchase a billion-yuan manor villa in the wealthy district of Xi Cheng.
It was just a stone’s throw away from the Ji Family – close enough to reach with a casual stroll.
What Zuo Yang didn’t know was that this manor villa was registered under her name.
The young girl always claimed she was just an ordinary kid, unaware that since meeting Mo Qingyan, her personal wealth had already reached levels that would make most people gasp in awe.
Only the young girl and Zuo Ying remained in the dark about this.
Mo Qingyan always enjoyed quietly registering valuable properties under Zuo Yang’s name.
He did it secretly because he knew both mother and daughter would definitely refuse if they found out, and he didn’t want to pressure them.
Summer weather was unpredictable – it had been fine in the morning, but now rain was falling without warning.
Zuo Yang curled up by the floor-to-ceiling window, secretly peeking through binoculars in a certain direction.
Mo Qingyan sat nearby handling work matters.
Feng Lin brought today’s medication to Mo Qingyan, then went over to Zuo Yang.
“Miss Sister, who are you spying on?”
Feng Lin didn’t know why the adults had come to Xi Cheng, and he wasn’t the nosy type.
For him, his only task was to cure Mo Qingyan.
Zuo Yang: “My dad, but I can’t see anything.”
Feng Lin: “?”
The confused young man looked toward Mo Qingyan nearby.
Mo Qingyan drank some water to swallow his medicine, only curling the corners of his lips slightly.
“If he’s Miss Sister’s father, why not visit him openly instead of spying?” Feng Lin couldn’t help asking.
Zuo Yang: “Because he’s still under suspicion of being a scumbag dad.”
Feng Lin: “…”
Just as the young man was about to imagine some dramatic family story, his thoughts were interrupted by Mo Qingyan’s voice.
“Don’t speculate wildly.”
These four words were directed at Feng Lin.
Hearing this, Feng Lin nodded.
It seemed there must be some hidden circumstances here.
And their purpose in coming was to clarify everything.
In that case—
“Miss Sister, there’s no need to spy with binoculars. How about I make the first move for you? Like, as new neighbors, bringing some greeting gifts – that wouldn’t seem abrupt or raise suspicion.”
Solving problems as quickly as possible was Feng Lin’s principle.
Hearing this, Zuo Yang was indeed tempted. She looked at Mo Qingyan: “Can we?”
After all, the purpose of coming to Xi Cheng was to meet Ji Zexian, and she preferred quick resolutions anyway. Beating around the bush wasn’t her style!
“Of course.” Mo Qingyan said dotingly, “You can do whatever you want, as long as you let me know.”
At all times, his child was free, while he would quietly protect her from behind.
“Okay!”
Later, Yu Ning prepared so-called greeting gifts for them – nothing expensive, but meaningful nonetheless.
Well, just some health supplements suitable for all ages, the kind that couldn’t go wrong and gave no reason for criticism.
And so, Feng Lin holding an umbrella with one hand and carrying gifts with the other, protected Zuo Yang as they left.
Mo Qingyan didn’t accompany them, firstly because of his physical condition, and secondly because he had rarely appeared in public over the past five years. If he suddenly showed up here, it might cause unnecessary trouble.
This was the affluent district, so security naturally wasn’t a concern. Plus, with Feng Lin accompanying them, he felt completely at ease letting his child go out.
The man sat by the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the two departing figures.
His large, well-defined hand gently massaged his own leg.
Though there was still no sensation, Feng Lin had given him good news—it wouldn’t be much longer.
Thinking of this, Mo Qingyan’s mood lifted considerably.
He was determined to recover faster and stand by his child’s side.
“President, the arrangements for the banquet are all set,” Yu Ning reported.
In truth, Mo Qingyan had already prepared an opportunity for Zuo Yang to meet Ji Zexian.
In two days, the Ji Family would host an important banquet, and Ji Zexian, as the head of the family, would definitely be there.
If the young lady attended, she would surely get to see him.
But if they made progress today, perhaps the banquet wouldn’t be necessary.
After all, that kind of formal setting probably wouldn’t appeal to her.
“Let’s wait and see for now.”
“Understood.”
Meanwhile.
Zuo Yang and Feng Lin had only walked a short while before arriving at the entrance of the Ji Family’s residence.
The manor villas in the affluent district all shared similar styles and layouts.
But Zuo Yang paid no attention to such details. She took a deep breath and directly pressed the doorbell.
The bell rang for a long time, yet no one came to answer.
Zuo Yang pressed it several more times, but there was still no response.
“Xiao Fenglin, can I break the door?” the young girl pouted, her cheeks puffing up in frustration.
Yu Ning had already investigated and confirmed that Ji Zexian almost never left home, only venturing out for unavoidable occasions.
Today, it was clear he was home.
If he was home, why wasn’t he answering the door?
Feng Lin looked at the girl’s slender arms and delicate hands, wondering how she could possibly break the door. She’d only end up hurting herself.
“So, the goal is to see him today, right?” Feng Lin confirmed once more.
“Mm! We’re already here! Yu Ning said he’s definitely home!” Initially, Zuo Yang had been a bit nervous, but now all her hesitation had vanished.
“Alright.” Feng Lin smiled.
Then, the young man glanced around, picked up a peculiarly shaped stone, and hurled it forcefully at one of the windows.
Having spent so many years in the slums, the wildness in him was no act.
Crash—
The glass window shattered into an unsalvageable mess.
Zuo Yang’s mouth fell open in a perfect “O,” completely taken aback by Feng Lin’s bold move.
But for some reason, she felt an inexplicable thrill!
Seeing Zuo Yang’s eager and excited expression, Feng Lin picked up another stone and handed it to her. “Want to give it a try?”
Feng Lin figured that if even this didn’t get the attention of whoever was inside, they could always break a few more windows. Maybe the rain was too loud and muffled the sound?
In any case, breaking things was the way to go—sooner or later, someone would come out.
Mo Qingyan was rich enough; they could always pay for the damages later.
“Yes!” Zuo Yang took the stone.
After all, this was her father’s house, even if this “father” was still pending confirmation.
So what if she broke a few windows? What would it matter if she broke them all?
Compared to all the suffering her mother had endured over the years, this was nothing! She was already being merciful by not aiming for Ji Zexian’s head directly!
And so, things spiraled out of control.
The two of them seemed to develop an addiction to breaking windows, shattering every glass pane they could see in a chaotic, noisy frenzy.
As they broke the windows, they laughed uncontrollably.
Finally, after the two had wreaked havoc for a while, the tightly shut door slowly opened.
Zuo Yang and Feng Lin immediately stopped what they were doing, staring at the person who appeared before them.
Well, yes, it was a person.
But this person had a stubbly beard and reeked of alcohol.
How long had it been since he last got a haircut?
His hair was long and messy, like a bird’s nest, even covering his eyes.
He wore a bathrobe—or more accurately, it was draped loosely over him, barely hanging on, with his chest exposed.
Without a word, Feng Lin stepped forward and straightened the man’s bathrobe.
As for the man, he cast a casual glance at the girl standing before him, watching him.
For some reason, his long-dormant heart suddenly raced a few times.
But when he saw the stone in the girl’s hand and the shattered, pitiful glass fragments scattered all over the ground, he attributed this strange feeling to one thing: he was furious!
So, he became extremely aggressive and roared directly at Zuo Yang, “Where did this little runt come from, daring to smash my window!”
When the words “little runt” came out, Feng Lin’s lips twitched, and she couldn’t help but glance at the person beside her.
Sure enough, her Miss Sister had cracked.