Twisted Dreams-Chapter 120 - 92: Zhang Qian and Ye Fan
At the dinner table, Mrs. Zhang didn’t say much, just kept placing food in Zhang Xiaoyi’s bowl.
Zhang Youfu said with concern:
"Is life tough at the Daoist Temple? You probably can’t eat these things, right?"
Zhang Xiaoyi nodded:
"We can’t eat them, but the days cultivating with Master are happy."
Master spent his lifetime savings on building the Shu Mountain Daoist Temple, and was reluctant to buy meat.
Zhang Youfu sighed:
"Ah! It’s a pity I never got to have a drink with your Master."
Zhang Qian remained silent, mouth pouting to the ceiling. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶
When someone thinks another person is an idiot, everything they do seems idiotic.
Zhang Qian despised Zhang Xiaoyi, who engaged in feudal superstitions and disgraced the family.
After barely eating a few bites, Zhang Qian stopped eating.
Mr. and Mrs. Zhang watched this with bitterness in their hearts, wondering why these siblings were so antagonistic.
Zhang Xiaoyi did not mind and went upstairs to rest after eating.
Uncle Dao entered Zhang Xiaoyi’s room:
"Xiaoyi, if you need anything, your dad instructed me to buy it for you."
Uncle Dao used to be a big brother in the Imperial Capital’s underworld, until Zhang Youfu took him in during tough times.
Now he is Zhang Youfu’s bodyguard, handling the dirty work on Zhang Youfu’s behalf.
Nowadays, is there any big businessman not involved in both legitimate and shady dealings?
Zhang Xiaoyi sat on the windowsill, resting his chin, gazing at the ocean view, softly asking:
"Uncle Dao, what’s the deal with the Xie Family?"
Uncle Dao’s face showed a hint of resentment, quickly covered, he said:
"I shouldn’t be telling you this.
But you’re a son of the Zhang Family, and will inherit the family business sooner or later.
The Xie Family is just a bunch of scoundrels who like to work in the shadows.
A few days ago, two workers died, but the Security Bureau couldn’t catch anyone, said it was an accident.
The construction site was ordered to halt and undergo inspection.
Haha, who knows how the Xie Family managed that."
Zhang Xiaoyi sensed an unusual vibe:
"How can you be sure it was the Xie Family who killed them?"
Uncle Dao replied:
"For half a month now, our site either catches fire or suffers wall collapses.
Some workers even claimed to have seen ghosts at night.
When the workers died a few days ago, others said they saw ghosts too.
Those workers who saw the ghosts are now mentally disturbed, their words can’t be used as evidence.
We even consulted masters for feng shui, spent a lot of money, but found nothing.
I don’t believe in ghosts, I only believe there’s someone causing mischief."
Zhang Xiaoyi frowned slightly.
Anyway you listen to it, it sounds like an anomaly.
Uncle Dao pondered for a while and said:
"Actually, don’t blame Qianqian too much for her attitude towards you.
A few days ago that fake Daoist tricked your dad out of a lot of money, claiming your sister was a Heavenly Demon Star, bringing harm to her family.
So your sister has some...
Zhang Xiaoyi nodded in understanding.
Originally, his sister already had a big opinion of him; with that fake master’s slander, her opinion grew worse.
Zhang Xiaoyi didn’t care much about it, after thinking it over, he said:
"Where is the site? I’ll go take a look later."
Uncle Dao was taken aback, sizing up Zhang Xiaoyi, a realization dawned.
The young master is a Daoist too.
He struggled internally.
Should he take the young master to the site?
If he does, President Zhang surely wouldn’t want the young master to show off his Daoist tricks.
If he doesn’t, the young master is trying to contribute to the Zhang Family, he can’t dampen the young master’s enthusiasm!
Before Uncle Dao finished debating in his mind, he heard snoring.
Looking up, he saw the young master had fallen asleep by the window.
He slept peacefully.
People said the young master slept like it was his life, unexpected he’d fall asleep just like that.
Uncle Dao exited, quietly closing the door.
...
At night, Zhang Xiaoyi woke up and groggily looked outside the window.
The estate’s bright street lights were on.
Three or five security guards were patrolling.
A red Ferrari was driving out of the estate.
"Qianqian? Going out this late?"
Zhang Xiaoyi murmured, lazily stretching and went downstairs.
He ran into a maid.
Zhang Xiaoyi casually asked:
"Where is Qianqian going this late?"
The maid replied respectfully:
"Miss is going out now; she should be heading to the bar."
Zhang Xiaoyi raised an eyebrow:
"Is it safe to go out this late?"
The maid replied:
"President Zhang bought all the bars that Miss usually frequents, security won’t be a problem."
Zhang Xiaoyi furrowed his brows, feeling inexplicably uneasy.
As his cultivation increasingly improved, his intuition became more accurate.
Zhang Xiaoyi said:
"Let my dad know, I’m going out for a walk."
The maid paused:
"President Zhang and Madam have gone out to attend a gala, you should call them."
Zhang Xiaoyi nodded and walked out of the hall.
......
Early morning, Imperial Capital, Insulator Bar.
The loud, explosive music filled the air, and apart from the DJ, you’d have to lean in close to hear others talk.
This was an effective way to bring people closer.
Especially the distance between men and women.
Most come to the bar for a night out, looking to flirt, and soon their eyes fell on Zhang Qian who was dressed like a rebel.
Someone attempted to chat her up, but was blocked by a tattooed strongman, painted with dragons and tigers.
This strongman was Brother Biao, who managed this bar.
The man with ulterior motives left sheepishly.
Zhang Qian looked at those men disdainfully, while her eyes showed a bit of admiration towards Brother Biao.
Ever since she was young, this girl has idolized the underground culture, movies about Bolan Street’s Sister Thirteen, Chen Haonan was her hero.
She had no interest in those with money or power, just liked these kinds of rogues.
Zhang Qian giggled and said:
"Brother Biao, you’re truly mighty."
Brother Biao grinned boldly:
"Heh heh, this is nothing.
I’m with Brother Dao, back in the day he was a lot more fierce than me."
Zhang Qian’s gaze flickered towards a youthful stranger.
The young man had blonde hair, wore earrings, had the character ’义’ tattooed on his arm, and wore an ancient-looking ring.
The blonde youth was holding paper and pen, sketching something.
Was he studying? That’s unique.
Zhang Qian’s curiosity was piqued:
"Who’s that? Haven’t seen him before?"
Brother Biao said:
"Him? That’s Ye Fan, he’s new, doesn’t talk much."
Zhang Qian walked over to Ye Fan with a drink in hand, casually placing her hand on his shoulder:
"Hey, your tattoo is pretty cool.
Let me see what you’re writing?"
Ye Fan replied:
"I’m learning to draw talismans."
Zhang Qian’s face darkened instantly.
Why are so many people into superstition lately!
Brother Biao came over, glanced at the time, and said:
"It’s getting late, Brother Dao instructed me to ensure you’re home before two.
Ah Fan, Ah Chao, Ah Hui, you three drive the lady home.
Ensure Miss is safely delivered home."
Ah Chao and Ah Hui were delighted.
Driving the young lady home could help build connections.
Zhang Qian protested:
"I’m not going home, there’s a stinky Daoist there; Brother Biao, why don’t you teach him a lesson and drive him away?"
Brother Biao responded with difficulty:
"You’re talking about Young Master Zhang Xiaoyi, right.
Qianqian, that’s putting me in a tough spot.
If I touch Young Master Zhang, Brother Dao will skin me alive."
Zhang Qian sulked:
"Alright then."
She glanced at Ye Fan:
"I don’t want him to escort me."
Ah Hui and Ah Chao noticed Zhang Qian’s dislike for Ye Fan, and eagerly chimed in:
"Then we won’t let Ah Fan go, just us two can safely escort Miss home."
Brother Biao’s face turned stern:
"No way, Ah Fan has real skills.
His martial arts are miles better than yours, plus he’s smart.
He must go, I won’t be at ease if he doesn’t."
Zhang Qian couldn’t go against Brother Biao, she sniffed unhappily:
"He’s not allowed to drive my car, Ah Hui didn’t drink, right? You drive my car."
"Alright!" Ah Hui was overjoyed.
With her arms folded, Zhang Qian looked at Ye Fan with a dissatisfied expression.
Feeling Zhang Qian’s hostility, Ye Fan scratched his head confusedly:
"How did I offend you? It’s not like I enjoy driving you around."
Zhang Qian became even angrier, stomping her foot as she stormed off.
Always the center of attention, when had she ever been ignored?
The Daoist brother showed her a cold shoulder; this superstitious blond youth did the same.
Ah Hui and Ah Chao scrambled to follow her closely.
