Chapter 75 Anything You Want Is Fine

Dongfang Shiguo was well aware of what the Ministry of State Security Special Operations Unit was, though apart from Xiong Chang, he had never laid eyes on anyone else from there. Rumor had it that the individuals within that unit all possessed exceptional skills, and some even displayed supernatural abilities—talents of extraordinary value who contributed immensely to the nation.

As Dongfang Shiguo looked at Zhuo Nan sitting before him, he wondered whether the young man possessed extraordinary martial prowess or supernatural powers. Otherwise, how could he have ever gained admission into such an organization? No wonder when he had called the Third Chief a few days ago, the latter had promised him a satisfactory resolution. It now seemed that Zhuo Nan’s ability to walk out of facility 206 completely unharmed was likely due to his exceptional martial skills.

At first, when Zhuo Nan had rescued Dongfang Zhiyi on two separate occasions, Dongfang Shiguo had merely assumed that Zhuo Nan had practiced martial arts for a few years, granting him quicker reflexes than ordinary people. But looking at it now, Zhuo Nan must be a true expert, perhaps even a master of ancient martial arts. At the thought of ancient martial arts, Dongfang Shiguo recalled that over a century ago, the Dongfang family had also been a lineage of martial artists. However, throughout the past hundred years, the family had focused entirely on politics and commerce, seemingly abandoning any research into martial arts. Even so, his grandfather had reportedly passed down a certain cultivation manual, which had been kept securely in the vault ever since. If Zhuo Nan agreed, that martial arts manual could very well be handed over to him.

The current situation had completely caught Dongfang Shiguo off guard. He had originally expected to intimidate Zhuo Nan into agreeing to the marriage alliance. As for moving into his family estate, that was a favor granted by the Third Chief—by having the two young people spend every day together, romantic feelings would naturally blossom.

Yet now, looking at the red booklet before him, Dongfang Shiguo sighed and said, "Since things have come to this, you may stay here for now. We can discuss the marriage later."

Zhuo Nan chuckled inwardly. It worked! Earlier, he had seen Zhang Keting pull out her credentials to bluff Dongfang Shiguo, so he had simply copied her move, never expecting it to be so effective. It seemed Chang Chang's warning that even a provincial party secretary would give way three times upon seeing this booklet was entirely true.

Zhuo Nan took back the red booklet and said with a smile, "Thank you for your understanding, Elder Dongfang."

Standing nearby, Dongfang Yuyan was baffled as to why the old master had suddenly changed his attitude so drastically. What on earth was written inside that red booklet that could make him alter his mind on the spot? She would definitely have to find out later.

At that moment, Dongfang Shiguo smiled and spoke up, "Zhuo Nan, although the marriage can wait, you should at least call me grandfather, don't you think? Constantly addressing me as Elder Dongfang is rather improper."

Zhuo Nan understood that the old man was merely looking for a graceful way to back down. He immediately smiled and called out, "Grandfather..." Standing to the side and watching his performance, Zhang Keting felt a strong urge to beat him up right then and there.

Dongfang Yuyan rolled her eyes. The interactions between this old man and this young man were truly beyond comprehension.

Dongfang Shiguo smiled and said, "Good, very good. Tell you what, let Yuyan show you to your room so you can rest for a bit. Once Zhiyi finishes school and comes back, we'll all have dinner together."

Then, turning to Dongfang Yuyan, he instructed, "Yuyan, take Zhuo Nan to his room to rest. Xiaozhang and I have a few things to talk about."

Zhang Keting's orders were to protect Zhuo Nan twenty-four hours a day without leaving his side, and the old man's intention to keep her behind alone put her in a difficult position. Sensing her hesitation, Dongfang Shiguo smiled and said, "Don't worry, Xiaozhang. With me, Zhuo Nan will undoubtedly be safe. I simply have a few questions I'd like to ask you."

While Dongfang Shiguo was saying this, Zhuo Nan had already followed eagerly behind Dongfang Yuyan as she headed upstairs. Before Zhang Keting could find an opportunity to object, she had no choice but to say, "What is it that Elder Dongfang wishes to know?"

Dongfang Shiguo smiled and asked, "When exactly did Zhuo Nan join your unit?"

***

Except for the icy demeanor she reserved for Zhuo Nan, Zhang Keting acted like a completely normal young woman around everyone else. With a faint smile, she replied, "Elder Dongfang, you must realize that this falls under the category of top-secret information. I really cannot disclose it."

Dongfang Shiguo sighed, looking somewhat embarrassed as he said, "Ah, how foolish of me. Let me ask you a different question instead: Does the Third Chief hold Zhuo Nan in exceptionally high regard?"

Zhang Keting frowned inwardly, thinking to herself, *The Third Chief holding him in high regard? With his personality, he's nothing more than a rogue. I truly don't understand why you insist on making him your granddaughter's husband.* Outwardly, however, she said, "Elder Dongfang, I really have no way of answering your questions concerning Zhuo Nan. If you truly wish to know, you should ask the Third Chief directly."

Dongfang Shiguo froze for a moment, frowning as he thought, *How could I possibly ask the Third Chief about such a matter? Since a little girl like you refuses to talk, he certainly won't tell me either.*

Sighing, he said, "Very well then. You may rest here for a moment. Yuyan will arrange a room for you shortly after she comes back down. I'm rather tired and will go rest in my quarters."

With that, he stood up and strode out of the living room without looking back, leaving Zhang Keting sitting by herself.

Zhang Keting didn't mind at all; having no one around meant she could enjoy some peace and quiet. She took a small laptop from her backpack, connected it to the internet via her phone, and launched a specialized interface. After entering a lengthy series of usernames and passwords, Zhang Keting logged in. Had anyone been standing beside her to read the characters flashing across the screen, they would have been utterly shocked: CIA!

Dongfang Yuyan walked with extreme caution, terrified that any overly expansive movement might trigger Zhuo Nan's wicked intentions. She was genuinely frightened of him now. Yet despite her meticulous care, she still failed to escape Zhuo Nan's clutches.

After unlocking a bedroom door on the third floor, Dongfang Yuyan stepped inside first. Though her tone remained outwardly respectful, she had cursed Zhuo Nan a thousand times over in her heart. "Young Master Zhuo, this will be your room."

Once inside, Zhuo Nan didn't say a single word; he simply slammed the door shut, startling Dongfang Yuyan so badly that she instinctively crossed her arms defensively over her chest, trembling as she asked, "Young Master Zhuo, what are you trying to do?"

Zhuo Nan narrowed his eyes, staring intently at her chest as he slowly closed the distance between them. Dongfang Yuyan retreated step by step until her calves struck the wooden frame of the bed, causing her to lose her balance and fall backward.

Seizing the opportunity, Zhuo Nan lunged forward, pressing his weight against her as he propped himself up with both hands. Their eyes met, and Dongfang Yuyan could actually feel the warm breath from his nostrils. A flicker of terror surfaced in her eyes as she stammered, "Young Master Zhuo, don't do anything reckless... Young Miss will be angry."

A wretched, lewd smile crept onto the corner of Zhuo Nan's lips as he dismissively replied, "What do I care if she gets angry? Every time I look at you, I simply can't control myself. Nanny, it's still early—why don't you and I have some fun?" As he spoke, Zhuo Nan deliberately raised an eyebrow, his expression dripping with insolence.

Having lived through enough experiences, Dongfang Yuyan knew precisely what kind of "fun" Zhuo Nan had in mind. At that moment, she detested him from the bottom of her heart and felt a deep sense of injustice for her young mistress. This man was nothing more than a beast in human skin; the young mistress had simply been blinded by his deceptions. *No, I must prevent the young mistress from marrying him at all costs.*

With this resolve forming in her mind, Dongfang Yuyan suddenly stopped feeling afraid. Steeling her nerves, she said, "Young Master Zhuo, you had better think this through carefully. The Old Master is still downstairs. If he finds out about this, neither of us will have a way to explain ourselves."

"Damn it, do I need to explain myself to anyone? Nanny, stop wasting breath. Your young mistress will be back soon, so let's make the most of our time..." Zhuo Nan wore an expression of intense hunger, eager to ravish Dongfang Yuyan right then and there.

Giving him a sidelong glance, Dongfang Yuyan replied calmly, "Help me up, and let's talk."

***

Zhuo Nan was momentarily taken aback. Seeing that she did not look like she was joking, he reached out and pulled her to her feet. Once she had straightened her clothes and settled into a sitting position, Dongfang Yuyan began, "Zhuo Nan, to be completely honest, I loathe you."

Zhuo Nan shrugged, "I figured as much."

Dongfang Yuyan continued, "A person like you is entirely unworthy of Zhiyi. Being with her only highlights how exceptional she is, while you..." She pointed a finger at Zhuo Nan, "Are nothing more than a pathetic worm."

Dongfang Yuyan's words thoroughly irritated Zhuo Nan. *If I'm a pathetic worm, then you're just a common caterpillar.*

"Zhuo Nan, how about we make a deal?" Dongfang Yuyan proposed.

Zhuo Nan slanted his eyes at her. This woman was getting ahead of herself, daring to speak to him in such a tone. "Go on."

Biting her lip, Dongfang Yuyan slowly articulated her terms, "As long as you leave the Dongfang family and never have any further contact with the Young Miss, you can have me however you want, whenever you want."

Hearing this, Zhuo Nan was stunned for a brief moment before bursting into roaring laughter, doubling over as he laughed. Seeing him laugh so uninhibitedly, Dongfang Yuyan felt as though she had been deeply humiliated. Pointing a trembling finger at him in fury, she snapped, "Zhuo Nan, stop laughing!"

Zhuo Nan had already stopped laughing on his own, realizing that if he continued any longer, his ribs might actually crack. Suppressing his amusement, he walked right up to Dongfang Yuyan, towering over her as he looked down with an icy expression. "Dongfang Yuyan, you're nothing more than a nanny. Don't overestimate your own worth. Originally, I had no improper thoughts whatsoever regarding your young mistress, but now—"

Zhuo Nan paused mid-sentence, observing the complex flicker of emotion on Dongfang Yuyan's face before his tone shifted into one of absolute disdain. "Now that you've said those words, I suddenly feel quite inclined to get intimate with your young mistress after all."

Dongfang Yuyan's face instantly turned as white as a sheet. Glaring at him with boiling rage, she shrieked, "You wouldn't dare—"

A playful smile touched the corners of Zhuo Nan's mouth as he seated himself across from Dongfang Yuyan, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it. "Dongfang Yuyan, I won't do anything to you right now. On the contrary, in front of your young mistress, I shall endeavor to play the part of a refined gentleman."

Throughout her life, Dongfang Yuyan had cared for Dongfang Zhiyi above all else. Whatever the young mistress desired, Yuyan would strive to fulfill to the utmost. Deep within her heart, she desperately wanted Zhiyi to find a true haven of happiness rather than falling into the clutches of a street-corner ruffian like Zhuo Nan. Hearing his words now, she was instantly consumed by regret for having been too arrogant earlier, foolishly believing she could negotiate on equal terms with him. It was a grave miscalculation.

If Zhuo Nan didn't love Zhiyi at all yet forcibly bound himself to her, the young mistress's happiness for the rest of her life would be utterly destroyed at his hands. With a heavy *thud*, Dongfang Yuyan suddenly dropped to her knees right in front of Zhuo Nan, tears welling in her eyes as she wept and pleaded, "Zhuo Nan, as long as you give up the Young Miss, you can do whatever you want with me! I'm begging you, please, I'm begging you."

Faced with this desperate display, Zhuo Nan showed not a shred of surprise. He took a leisurely drag of his cigarette, looked down at her, and asked, "You mean I can do *whatever* I want with you?"

Dongfang Yuyan bit her lip hard, stared straight into his eyes, and pronounced every single word with grim resolve, "Whatever you want..."