radicalducati Chapter 9: Gentle Little White!
Chapter 9: Gentle Little White!
The main entrance of Tianxia Group.
In front of the mirror-smooth revolving door, a slightly eerie pair of objects caught everyone's attention.
The woman walking in front wore high heels under her skirt, and every step she took felt like stepping on stones, swaying and staggering, like a newly wound-up doll.
A boy followed behind, his neck slightly hunched, his eyes darting around, trying to minimize his presence.
Although both are quite good-looking, the combination and the way they walk...
Ok……
It has an inexplicable strangeness about it no matter how you look at it.
Minister of Magic Lu Xiaobai's heart was silently screaming:
His original plan was so good:
Simply go upstairs, find Feng Baobao, and then you can happily return to your beloved underground laboratory to conduct experiments.
This is what he likes most and is best at.
But what about reality?
Ever since I accompanied Feng Baobao to inquire about Zhang Chulan's situation, things have gone awry, like a train derailing.
First, they spent the whole night at the company branch, forced to watch Xu Si and Liu Yanyan dress up Feng Baobao in one outfit after another like dressing up a doll. Then, it turned into them having to accompany Feng Baobao to apologize to Zhang Chulan!
Then, having no other choice, I had to follow Feng Baobao.
She said she should go to a place that looked like it would be crowded to find Zhang Chulan, otherwise, given Feng Baobao's personality, she would definitely keep looking!
Why did things turn out like this?!
Lu Xiaobai looked at Feng Baobao in front of him, who was wearing high heels, walking unsteadily but with a stubborn expression, and felt a throbbing pain in his temples.
His mind was now completely occupied with how to bring Feng Baobao back to conduct experiments on the Lord of the Mysterious Mist, away from these troublesome interpersonal interactions.
"Hello, how can I help you?" A receptionist in a crisp uniform greeted them politely with a professional smile.
In response, Feng Baobao lost her balance again, and with a dull thud, her forehead slammed solidly against the smooth, hard front desk.
Lu Xiaobai's eyelids twitched as he watched from behind.
He was tricked by Liu Yanyan into wearing high heels to apologize... That's just too much...
He was speechless, feeling ashamed to be associated with Feng Baobao, making him extremely uncomfortable, and all he wanted to do was find a corner to hide in.
Feng Baobao rubbed her bruised forehead, raised her head, her eyes still unfocused, and said in her signature flat tone with a slight Sichuan accent:
"We're here to see Zhang Chulan. Could you please call him out for us?"
Upon hearing this, the woman at the front desk was visibly taken aback.
Her sharp gaze swept over the two of them.
Especially noticing Feng Baobao's noticeably awkward gait and overly calm face, she tentatively asked, "You two... must also be extraordinary beings, right?"
Seeing Feng Baobao nod in confirmation, the formulaic smile on her face faded a bit, and her tone became more businesslike and distant: "I'm sorry, Mr. Zhang Chulan is discussing important matters with our Chairman Feng and cannot receive guests at the moment."
"Big sister, please help me out, I really need to see Zhang Chulan urgently, could you please make an exception?" Feng Baobao continued to plead in her flat tone.
"Big sister?!"
The woman at the front desk visibly twitched at the corner of her mouth.
Her eyes instantly turned cold, and she replied with a forced smile:
"Miss, our guild leader has ordered that for the next three days, no visitors from extraordinary individuals wishing to meet with the World Alliance will be received! Please leave!"
Before she could finish speaking, two burly men in security uniforms, each with a build as imposing as a small mountain, strode forward from the side.
They were aggressive and, without saying a word, grabbed Feng Baobao's arms from both sides, trying to drag her away.
"Sir, please leave immediately as well!"
The woman at the front desk turned to Lu Xiaobai. Although she thought the young man was a bit too handsome, her duty compelled her to speak firmly and without question. The rules of the World Society could not be broken.
"Uh..." Lu Xiaobai looked at Feng Baobao being carried away like a little chick, feeling annoyed and helpless.
This aloof attitude is quite a contrast to the warmth and politeness conveyed by Feng Zhenghao when he personally invited him a few days ago.
"That was actually Feng Zhenghao a few days ago..."
Lu Xiaobai tried to explain his identity, but before he could finish speaking, a sudden change occurred!
With her legs off the ground and being supported, Feng Baobao suddenly twisted her body with a flexibility that was hard for humans to achieve. Her hands reached out as fast as ghosts and accurately grabbed the elbows and shoulder sockets of the two security guards' thick arms.
"Crack! Crack!" Two crisp, teeth-grinding sounds of dislocated joints suddenly rang out!
With a sudden, unexpected groan from the security guard, the two men's arms went limp and fell to their sides, the intense pain causing cold sweat to instantly break out on their foreheads.
Feng Baobao landed lightly on the ground and stood firmly.
She looked at the two security guards, who were grimacing in pain and temporarily unable to fight, and bent down slightly, saying blankly, "Big brother, I'm sorry, but I really need to talk to you, Zhang Chulan!"
Lu Xiaobai felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, a buzzing sound in his mind, and only one incredibly clear thought flashed through his mind:
Ruined!
This is even bigger trouble now!
He could almost see a huge wave of superhumans from the World Society rushing towards them, and all he wanted to do was dig a hole and crawl inside, or teleport back to his quiet and safe basement.
Ugh……
I should have sent the intelligence chief; he clearly loves this kind of thing.
The security guard (pulling out a walkie-talkie) roared, "Enemy attack! Invasion! An extraordinary individual has forced his way into the World Society!"
……
the other side,
Our instigator is Zhang Chulan.
He was currently sprawled out on a huge bed that looked incredibly expensive, humming softly:
"Oh...yes!"
"Right there... a little harder... ouch, that feels good!"
A strange woman dressed in a cheongsam was professionally massaging his shoulders and back.
Zhang Chulan looked like he was enjoying himself, his expression somewhere between satisfaction and lewdness.
Standing at the door, Feng Shayan was so angry at Zhang Chulan's behavior that her teeth were practically grinding together.
She really couldn't understand what was wrong with her father, Feng Zhenghao, that made him want to win over this kind of person!
"Hey, Zhang Chulan!" Feng Shayan called out irritably, gesturing for the massage therapist to leave.
The masseuse immediately stopped.
He respectfully withdrew and gently closed the door behind him.
Zhang Chulan smacked his lips, seemingly still wanting more, and propped himself up halfway, asking with a grin, "Miss Feng? Did you need something? Has Chairman Feng changed his mind and is going to arrange some more 'in-depth' services for me?"
Feng Shayan's forehead veins twitched visibly as she suppressed the urge to punch that annoying face.
She took a deep breath.
He walked to the bedside, looked down at Zhang Chulan, and stared at him with eyes as sharp as knives.
"Stop with your smooth talk!" she said coldly. "I'm asking you, how much do you know about the person next to Feng Baobao? Are you two very close?"
"Who? Little White?" Zhang Chulan blinked and mocked, feigning ignorance.
"Oh, you mean that guy next to Bao'er? Familiar? Not at all! Didn't you have a deal with him? Shouldn't you know him better than I do?"
Seeing Zhang Chulan's deliberately feigned ignorance and smugness, Feng Shayan felt her fists harden even more.
"Zhang, Chu, Lan!" She practically spat out those three words through gritted teeth.
"Hey, hey, hey! Don't get excited! Just kidding, trying to lighten the mood!" Zhang Chulan quickly raised his hands in surrender, and only became a little more serious when he saw Feng Shayan's unfriendly look.
"Xiao Bai... I don't really know him that well. I've only met him twice and exchanged a single sentence with him."
"Hmm?" Feng Shayan raised an eyebrow, clearly not quite believing it.
"Then why did he help you so much? Just that magic potion that instantly made you lively and energetic—its value is something you couldn't afford even if you worked your whole life!"
Zhang Chulan's heart skipped a beat: Holy crap! Although he knew that the contents of that green bottle were definitely not cheap, he didn't expect it to be this ridiculously expensive?
He didn't show it on his face, scratching his head: "To be honest, I can sense that he's not deliberately helping me. It's more like... well, helping Feng Baobao complete her mission?"
He paused, seemingly trying to organize his thoughts:
"Sigh, it's a bit complicated. Like I told you before, the kind of... indescribable relationship between me and Feng Baobao."
"There is probably a very deep bond between Xiaobai and Feng Baobao."
Zhang Chulan gave a wry smile:
"But compared to Feng Baobao's stubborn and inflexible approach, Xiao Bai... seems to respect your thoughts and choices more. Even if your choices are completely opposite to what he hopes for."
He recalled that day under the moonlight, when Lu Xiaobai calmly asked, "Do you still want to fight?"
And there was that bottle of potion that was poured down, imbued with strange power.
That feeling wasn't charity, but more like... respect for the right to choose.
"Hehe," Zhang Chulan concluded, "She's truly a gentle person to the core. Although she seems cold on the outside."
"Gentle...to the bone?"
Feng Shayan was clearly stunned for a moment, her eyes were somewhat dazed, and the scene from that time involuntarily flashed through her mind again.
Under the bright moonlight, the boy's calm and deep eyes, his right eye shimmering with a deep blue light, and his almost inhuman refinement and indifference...
These seemingly cold words actually warmed Zhang Chulan's heart.
These wonderful memories kept surfacing in her mind. "Hmm, really? That's quite... unexpected." Her voice unconsciously softened.
"What's wrong?" Zhang Chulan keenly noticed Feng Shayan's momentary lapse in concentration and change in tone, and his signature sly smile returned as he teased:
"Miss Feng, you wouldn't happen to... have a crush on him, would you?"
Seeing Feng Shayan in front of him, who was clearly distracted and whose expression was completely different from the fiery, domineering, and arrogant Feng Shayan he remembered, Zhang Chulan's curiosity was completely piqued.
Feng Shayan was pulled back to reality by Zhang Chulan's words, and looked at him with a complicated expression.
Instead of immediately getting angry or retorting as usual, she spoke with a sense of scrutiny and comparison:
"Maybe. Or rather, it's a comparison with you."
"Compare me?" Zhang Chulan was completely dumbfounded.
He pointed to himself, his face filled with disbelief. "Me? And him? Miss Feng, isn't your comparison standard a bit too far off? Are we even comparable?"
The sand swift did not answer immediately.
A fleeting look of nostalgia crossed her eyes, as if she were thinking of that boy again, but then came hesitation, and then it was as if she had made up her mind.
Finally, it transformed into a sense of relief, yet also a resolute determination to burn one's bridges.
"Hehe," she suddenly laughed.
There was something in her smile that Zhang Chulan couldn't understand. "You'll find out why soon enough."
"Huh?" Zhang Chulan hadn't reacted yet.
Feng Shayan raised her hand and deftly took off her fitted coat, casually tossing it onto the bed.
Beneath the tight vest, her hot and alluring figure was displayed without reservation before Zhang Chulan's eyes.
She took a step, slowly approaching the bedside and Zhang Chulan, step by step, with an indescribable sense of oppression.
"No... Miss Feng, what... what do you want to do?"
Zhang Chulan's smile froze instantly. Looking at Feng Shayan approaching step by step with a complicated and unfathomable look in her eyes, he stood there, somewhat at a loss.