Feng Shui

Capítulo 33

This time, she still didn't plan to go find him—even if she did, it would be impossible. It was during normal working hours, and she just wanted to have a Blue Mountain coffee in that dark, secluded café.

Volume Two, Chapter Eight of Father's Last Words

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To exaggerate, Moonlight Cafe is practically an air-raid shelter. Although it's not damp, it's just as dark. The huge space is only illuminated by a single, yellowish light, like a crescent moon. The thin beam of light moves slowly, and even when fully illuminated, it feels as if you're in a thin mist.

To make it easier to serve the drinks to the guests, the waiters carry a small fluorescent light, and the number on each table with guests also lights up, emitting a violet-like glow.

The light is very dim; it can hardly illuminate anything in the deep darkness. But few customers turn it off, leaving it on even when their orders arrive, so they can stay longer.

The coffee arrived, and she took a small sip, her thick eyebrows furrowing slightly. Whether it was psychological or not, she felt the coffee here was different from others, as if the hotel owner were some kind of terrifying wizard who could even turn the night into an ingredient in food and drinks. But she had to admit she liked this difference.

She turned off the blue light on her desk, leaned back on the sofa, and stared at the slowly moving light. A plaintive melody drifted from an unfamiliar instrument, its soft notes echoing gently in her ears. The café was naturally not crowded during working hours, but almost everyone there was young.

This is an interesting phenomenon. Zhang Hanwen thought to himself, almost all elderly people like to bask in the sun, while all young people prefer the dark.

This inevitably reminded her of some science fiction works from abroad, which seemed to suggest that humanity's future fate was either destruction or burrowing underground never to see the light of day again.

"Shut up!"

The angry growl sounded unusually clear in the quiet space.

Zhang Hanwen was slightly startled; the voice was too familiar. She couldn't help but look in that direction, but it was completely dark! It seemed the person at that table had also turned off the light. She glanced at the slowly moving yellow light and waited patiently.

A few minutes later, a handsome face appeared in the light. It was her fiancé, Long Xinsheng. At this moment, his confident face, which had always been smiling, was now controlled by shame and anger, and he had completely lost his usual demeanor.

Zhang Hanwen's eyes widened. What was going on? Why did Long Xinsheng have such an expression on his face? Shouldn't he be at Weite Company right now? Wasn't he already hired as the general manager's assistant?

Just as she was trying to get a clearer look, the light shifted, and a devilishly beautiful face gradually appeared before her.

Zhang Hanwen couldn't help but gasp.

In this day and age, even if one has not encountered any outstanding faces in real life, the celebrities and models on TV and in magazines are enough to satisfy the audience's appetite for beauty, just like the imperial selection of concubines in the past. What more could Zhang Hanwen have done? What kind of outstanding people have she not met?

However, what surprised her was not just the man's appearance. Although he was handsome enough to outshine any male star, she wasn't particularly concerned about that. What shocked her was the impact the man had on people and the strange feeling he gave off.

If there truly is such a thing as "evil spirits of heaven and earth" as described by religious circles, then this man is undoubtedly the embodiment of those evil spirits.

That long silver hair, those golden eyes—golden? No, no, it must be the light. For some reason, Zhang Hanwen was afraid of that gold color. To be precise, she was afraid of anything about that man that was different from ordinary people.

Volume Two, Chapter Nine of Father's Last Words

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Even with her hair, she would point out that it was dyed.

But even though the man was just like any other person, with black hair and black eyes, and nothing unusual about him, his skin under the black clothes was eerily white.

The light shifted, and the figure that reappeared was a woman with bright red lipstick and lifeless eyes. But the man's ambiguous smile was etched into Zhang Hanwen's mind, and what terrified her even more was the man's gaze—the confidence of a master hunter.

Who is his prey?

The light continued to move slowly, but it was turning this way. Zhang Hanwen suddenly stood up and did something that even surprised himself.

She slowly and gracefully sat down at the table next to Long Xinsheng. She was already quite familiar with this coffee shop and had just noticed that all the tables around them were empty. Her seat made almost no sound, but the conversation from next door could be faintly heard.

"You really think so, boy?"

His languid voice carried a chilling aura, giving people an indescribable feeling.

"Chairman, you told me you have official business to discuss!"

The voice was filled with suppressed anger, and the words "Chairman" were emphasized with extreme force.

Chairman?

Zhang Hanwen quickly covered his mouth to avoid making any sound.

Although Long Xinsheng might be meeting the chairman of any company at this moment, she was certain that he was the true boss of Weite, a mysterious figure who had never been exposed.

Was that sinister-looking man the chairman of Weite? She wondered haphazardly. So young, he couldn't be more than forty, but Weite had been around for at least fifty years. So this was the second generation? Father and son, it seemed, both disliked revealing their identities.

"Isn't this official business?" That lazy voice rang out again, even adding a touch of childish innocence.

Long Xinsheng took a few deep breaths: "Indeed, I am now a part of Weite, and serving you, Chairman, is my duty, but that must be a company matter, not your personal request."

"So, you're saying you'd agree if I issued a personnel order?"

Long Xinsheng stared at him, his eyes wide even though he couldn't see anything in the darkness. After a moment, he stood up abruptly: "I resign!"

The man swiftly and accurately grabbed his hand, and with a slight exertion, Long Xinsheng slumped back onto the sofa.

"Alright, boy, don't get agitated. You're Sam Lia's star student. Doing this will make your teacher lose face."

"You..." The voice was filled with extreme surprise.

The man chuckled twice: "Let's have an open and honest talk. I know your purpose in joining Weite, but your ultimate goal is the Zhang family, isn't it?"

A suppressed groan came from the next seat. The man's pale golden pupils shifted slightly, and the smile on his lips deepened.

"You are Lin Ya?" Long Xinsheng regained his composure, sat up straight, and asked expressionlessly.

"That's fine, but I prefer you to call me Suzaku, boy."

“Alright, Mr. Suza. But even though you are a good friend of my teacher, I must point out that your joke went too far.”

"I don't think it was a joke." The lazy voice was still full of mockery.

Volume Two, Chapter Ten of Father's Last Words

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Long Xinsheng sat upright, seemingly not having heard, and said seriously and earnestly, "Since Mr. Suza knows my intentions, I believe that as my teacher and friend, you will not stop me. I do not want to trouble Mr. Suza with any help. You just need to pretend that you know nothing about it."

"You keep calling me Mr. Suzaku, boy, and using the honorific 'you,' and you even keep taking out Semilia. Are you trying to remind me that I'm your elder? Of course, if we're talking about age, even your teacher would be my junior, but I don't think he would think that way, much less take on such a timid and cowardly disciple."

Even though it was pitch black, Long Xinsheng was certain that the man opposite him was looking at him with a sidelong glance, raised eyebrows, and an evil smile on his lips. He also knew that the darkness had no effect on him; he could see even more clearly than in the sunlight.

That damn vampire!

He cursed inwardly, but his face remained impassive: "My teacher never taught me to disrespect my elders."

Suzu laughed unrestrainedly: "Good answer, boy, but I have no idea that Semi would teach his apprentice to respect any elders."

Although Long Xinsheng remained firmly seated on the sofa, he felt his face burning intensely. He was certain that the other party had seen his disheveled state; he could never be as calm and composed as usual in front of this damned vampire.

“Regardless,” he said, trying to keep his voice as businesslike as possible, “this matter will not harm Welt in any way, and—”

"Alright," Xu Zuo interrupted before he could finish, "When did that guy Sam's appetite become so small? He sends his most trusted subordinate to cause trouble for just one Zhang family member. What, is he too old to move?"

"No, this has nothing to do with the teacher. Zhang's case is just my own private matter."

"oh?"

“This is just my private matter, Mr. Suza.”

"Personal matters? Not necessarily. You're using Weite right now, boy. As the chairman of Weite, shouldn't I know more about things? Besides, even from a personal perspective, I should take care of my friend's apprentice." He emphasized the word "friend" when he said it.

Long Xinsheng turned his face away; he certainly understood what Xu Zuo meant. There was never any friendship between vampires and wizards; they were simply not outwardly hostile because both were considered evil by humans. Of course, they usually cooperated; vampires needed wizards' magic, and wizards needed the data vampires had accumulated over many years.

The only similarities between them, besides both using bats as servants, are their scarcity.

In general, there are probably more vampires than wizards, because their lives are almost eternal unless they are caught by hunters or choose to die. Since the Camarilla Treaty was established, vampires have reached a subtle tacit understanding with humans, so their numbers have hardly decreased over the years. And whenever a vampire dies, they can immediately replace him.

There were no wizards in this city—at least no wizards connected to Semi, so before he arrived, his teacher told him that he could ask the local vampires for help if needed—of course, they called themselves the Blood Clan.

Volume Two, Chapter Eleven of Father's Last Words

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He didn't intend to ask anyone for help. The teacher was being overly cautious. If he hadn't intended to achieve his goal through ordinary means, why would he go through all this trouble?

No! He wouldn't rely on anyone's power, not even any supernatural force, for this. He would carry out his plan step by step, making Zhang Jiru suffer every hardship imaginable.

He was confident that Zhang Jiru wouldn't escape his grasp, but—the vampire on the other side was a big problem. From the first moment he saw him, he knew that although he, Long Xinsheng, had never managed to evade anyone, he decided to avoid this man from the very first glance. Little did he know that he was the real boss of Weite, and even more unfortunately, a vampire.

If he were just an ordinary person, he could naturally resort to wizarding methods to get rid of this trouble forever if forced to, but a vampire? A vampire who is at least three hundred years old? Even his teacher probably wouldn't easily confront him.

He pondered for a moment, setting aside personal feelings, and decided that letting this vampire who called himself Suzaku know some things would not hinder his plans, while keeping it a secret might pique his interest and cause him to interfere.

“Fine, if you really want to know, Zhang Jiru and I have a blood feud for killing my father.” He spoke without any emotion, his voice sounding like a machine.

"A vendetta?" Suzaku asked with interest, but his tone was as if he were teasing a child. "So you want revenge, marry his daughter, destroy his company? And then what?"

“That’s my business, Mr. Suzuka. I believe I’ve made myself clear. This matter will not have any impact on Weite. If you’re willing, Weite can fully accept the Zhang family after this is over.”

"But what are you going to do with his daughter? Kill her? Or turn her into a subject of your experiments, or—sell her to Thailand? That might be going too far. She's still your wife. Do you really want to see such a beautiful woman being violated by a group of men?"

“I already said that it has nothing to do with you anymore, and it will have no connection with Weite. I don’t need to tell you, just as you don’t need to tell me about your private life, Mr. Suzu.” His tone was extremely impatient.

“I’d be happy to tell you what you want to know, boy, hmm?” Xu Zuo chuckled softly, his tone carrying an unsettling warmth.

He waited a moment, but when he didn't hear Long Xinsheng's reply, he changed his words and said, "Maybe it has nothing to do with Weite, but it's very likely that it has something to do with me." He smiled ambiguously, "If you really want to handle it that way, why not give it to me? With such a beautiful face, I believe the taste of her blood must be very sweet. Give it to me, and she will die in extreme pleasure."

"I will not hand her over to anyone!" Long Xinsheng could no longer contain himself and slammed his fist on the table.

"Oh, oh," the tone remained teasing. "It seems you've really fallen for that beautiful girl. Well, it makes sense, the previous generation's affairs have nothing to do with her. But how can a wife bear to watch her husband have ulterior motives? I think if you really like that woman, why not just let bygones be bygones? Anyway, once she marries into the family, the Zhang family will be yours, and Zhang Jiru definitely won't outlive you. Isn't that better than you taking matters into your own hands? Plus, you can hold your beautiful wife and be all lovey-dovey. That feeling must be much more comfortable than being with Sam, right?"

"I will not marry Hanwen, Mr. Xu Zuo." He said almost through gritted teeth, "I will not marry my own sister, so you can stop asking questions now. Your assumptions are simply impossible!"

Volume Two, Chapter Twelve of Father's Last Words

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“Of course,” Suza’s voice was full of satisfaction, “I won’t ask anything more, but perhaps a lady would like to ask you a few questions.” As he spoke, he turned on the light on his desk and quickly switched on the sign on the next table.

The fluorescent lights on the two tables turned on almost simultaneously, and the faces of three people were vaguely visible in the purple-blue light.

Apart from Suzaku, the other two stared at each other like fossils. The light was so dim that they couldn't see each other's expressions, but their faces, illuminated by the violet light, were terrifyingly white.

Long Xinsheng suddenly jumped up, rushed over, and grabbed Zhang Hanwen.

Zhang Hanwen, who was in shock, was jolted awake and screamed sharply.

The crescent-shaped light turned around, and the two of them could see each other clearly in the hazy yellow light.

Long Xinsheng didn't say anything, but forcefully pulled Zhang Hanwen along, and finally gritted his teeth and picked her up horizontally.

"Let me go! Let me go!" Zhang Hanwen instinctively resisted, punching and kicking, screaming repeatedly.

Long Xinsheng ignored her punches and kicks, and walked to his room with a sullen face. The hotel staff, following Xu Zuo's signal, also pretended not to notice.

Long Xinsheng opened the door and threw Zhang Hanwen onto the bed. Zhang Hanwen grabbed the phone from the bedside table and threw it at him.

"Get out of my way!"

"Listen, Wenwen." Long Xinsheng dodged the phone and spoke calmly, "I'll have to tell you about this sooner or later."