Chapter 76: Dongfang Zhiyi Acts Like a Fangirl

Chapter 76: Dongfang Zhiyi Acts Infatuated

Zhuo Nan held a cigarette between his fingers, leaning back against the sofa with his eyes narrowed into slits as he stared down at Dongfang Yuyan, who was kneeling on the floor. This feeling gave Zhuo Nan an immense sense of satisfaction. A nanny is just a nanny; what right do you have to negotiate with me? Just because you can squeeze out milk? Do you take me for a flat-screen television?

Dongfang Yuyan knelt on the floor, tears streaming down the corners of her eyes. By this moment, she utterly loathed Zhuo Nan in her heart. If her young miss knew what kind of shameless person Zhuo Nan truly was, she believed the miss would surely never cry and shout about wanting to marry him.

She had already made her terms crystal clear: as long as Zhuo Nan rejected Dongfang Zhiyi, she would be his. Sleeping with him—it was not like she had never done it before.

Zhuo Nan flicked the ash from his cigarette and slowly began to speak, "Dongfang Yuyan, I told you, do not overestimate yourself. You do not have the qualifications to negotiate with me. You may leave now."

Dongfang Yuyan stared at him in a daze. What on earth did he mean? Was he rejecting her? Or did he have no intention of giving up on the young miss at all?

With a sudden lunge, she stood up and glared angrily at Zhuo Nan. Just a moment ago, she had discarded her self-respect and pride, kneeling before him, only to find that Zhuo Nan merely regarded her as a clown. "Zhuo Nan, what on earth do you want?"

Zhuo Nan shook his head slightly and stood up. Meeting her gaze four-to-four, he calmly said, "Dongfang Yuyan, I admire your absolute loyalty, but I hope you can make one thing clear: it is not that I want anything to do with your young miss. Instead of bargaining with me here, you would be better off trying to persuade your young miss and the old master."

"I cannot persuade them..." How could Dongfang Yuyan not know where the crux of the problem lay? Yet the young miss was acting as though she were enchanted, completely infatuated with Zhuo Nan. Back then, for Zhuo Nan's sake, she had truly pressed a pair of scissors against her own chest.

Just as she was about to say something more, Zhuo Nan spoke up first, "Dongfang Yuyan, you may leave. I need to rest for a while."

Seeing the somewhat weary expression on Zhuo Nan's face, Dongfang Yuyan sighed, wiped the tears from her face, and slowly walked out.

Inside the room, Zhuo Nan sat back down on the sofa, pondering the matter of Dongfang Zhiyi. Deep down, he truly wanted nothing to do with her. Dongfang Zhiyi was a proper, high-society heiress; as for himself, if not for his rebirth and these miraculous fortuitous encounters, he would be nothing more than an ordinary commoner, not even amounting to a petty street thug.

Yet even with this rebirth, his personality and temperament were simply unsuited for a girl like Dongfang Zhiyi. Being with her would inevitably bring countless restrictions, and in the end, he would not live happily. Since that was the case, why force two incompatible people together?

Zhuo Nan thought to himself, "When Dongfang Zhiyi comes back, I need to have a serious talk with her."

There was still some time before dinner, so Zhuo Nan decided to use the interim to practice the Sunflower Manual his grandfather had passed down to him. Every time he mentioned this Sunflower Manual, a chill ran down Zhuo Nan's spine. He definitely had to change the name of this cultivation technique in the future. If this thing were somehow passed down several hundred years later and obtained by someone who merely read the name and directly castrated themselves, what a tragic misguidance of youth that would be!

The High School Affiliated to Jinghua University, where Dongfang Zhiyi studied, was a key secondary school in the capital. Students with exceptional academic results from the affiliated high school would be directly recommended for admission to the nation's premier institution of higher learning, Jinghua University. This year, Dongfang Zhiyi happened to be in her final year of high school, and her grades consistently claimed the top spot in her grade year-round—something rather unbelievable for a young heiress like her.

Moreover, Dongfang Zhiyi had always maintained a very low profile at school. Aside from a few people who knew her true identity, everyone else simply assumed she came from a relatively well-to-do family.

Every day when Dongfang Zhiyi went to school, her family would send a car to drop her off at the subway station, and she would take the subway to school. After school, she would take the subway back and then be picked up by car to return home.

Today, Dongfang Zhiyi finished school as usual and boarded the subway. She had no idea that the boy she had been longing for was already at her house. Had she known, she would have immediately ordered the bodyguards trailing behind her to drive her back instantly so she could lay eyes on Zhuo Nan at the very first moment.

The black Mercedes drove into the garden and came to a halt. The driver immediately stepped out, opened the rear passenger door, and bowed slightly, saying respectfully, "Young Miss, please get out of the car."

Dongfang Zhiyi nodded slightly and slowly stepped out of the vehicle. At that moment, a domestic helper standing by the doorway hurried over, reached out to take Dongfang Zhiyi's schoolbag, and asked with a smile, "Where is the Old Master?"

The helper did not dare to be the slightest bit negligent and quickly replied, "Reporting to the Young Miss, the Master is in the study."

"Then I'll go see Grandfather." As she spoke, a bright smile bloomed across her face.

At that moment, the helper spoke again, "Young Miss, we have two guests at the house."

Dongfang Zhiyi was slightly startled, then asked, "Who are they?"

A faint smile appeared on the helper's face as she whispered, "It is Mr. Zhuo Nan..."

"What?" Dongfang Zhiyi covered her mouth in astonishment and hurriedly asked, "How does my outfit look? Is it all right?" As she spoke, she spun around in a circle before the helper.

A smiling expression hung on the helper's face as she respectfully said, "Young Miss, your outfit is very pretty."

Dongfang Zhiyi's emotions were clearly somewhat agitated. She grabbed the helper's hand and asked, "Where is Zhuo Nan right now?"

The helper was startled by Dongfang Zhiyi's sudden movement. Only then did Dongfang Zhiyi realize she was acting overly overjoyed, and a trace of embarrassment flushed across her face. The helper smiled and said, "Housekeeper Dongfang has taken Mr. Zhuo Nan to the guest room to rest, and there is another young lady in the living room."

Dongfang Zhiyi felt a twinge of curiosity. Another young lady? Who could it be? Lan Qian or Fu Xinxin? Had Zhuo Nan brought his girlfriend over? The thought brought a hint of disappointment to her face, and she waved her hand indifferently, saying, "I know. You may go down."

When Dongfang Zhiyi walked into the living room, she happened to see Zhang Keting sitting on the sofa playing on a computer. This girl was neither Lan Qian nor Fu Xinxin, which instantly dissolved the lingering disappointment in Dongfang Zhiyi's heart. However, the girl before her was by no means inferior in appearance to Lan Qian or Fu Xinxin, except that she gave off a somewhat cold impression. Dongfang Zhiyi wondered what kind of relationship this girl had with Zhuo Nan and why she had been brought to her home.

While she was observing Zhang Keting, Zhang Keting was likewise observing Dongfang Zhiyi. Standing up from the sofa and looking at the girl before her, Zhang Keting had only one thought in mind: this girl's eyes exuded an endearing quality that naturally stirred one's protective instincts. It seemed this must be the Dongfang young miss who was stubbornly determined to marry Zhuo Nan no matter what.

A faint smile surfaced on Zhang Keting's face, conveying a sense of friendliness. Just a moment ago, Dongfang Zhiyi had felt that this girl was icy cold, but this subtle smile instantly made that impression vanish. She politely smiled back at Zhang Keting and asked, "Hello, I am Dongfang Zhiyi. May I ask who you are?"

Zhang Keting walked up to Dongfang Zhiyi, extended a hand, and said, "My name is Zhang Keting, and I am responsible for protecting Zhuo Nan's safety."

A bodyguard? Dongfang Zhiyi experienced a brief moment of astonishment, feeling somewhat annoyed internally. This fellow Zhuo Nan—he even had to find such a beautiful young woman to be his bodyguard! She extended her hand to gently shake Zhang Keting's before immediately withdrawing it.

At that moment, Dongfang Yuyan came down from upstairs. Upon seeing her, Dongfang Zhiyi eagerly asked, "Nanny, where is Zhuo Nan?"

At the mention of Zhuo Nan, Dongfang Yuyan felt her anger flare up all over again. She had just cried until her face was ruined in front of Zhuo Nan, and she had only just finished reapplying her makeup when the young miss returned. With a less-than-pleasant tone, she snapped, "He's sleeping upstairs."

"Then I'll go up and check on him." The moment the words left her mouth, Dongfang Zhiyi made a move to head upstairs.

Dongfang Yuyan grabbed her to stop her. "Young Miss, he is sleeping. What would it look like for you to go charging up there? Wait here while I go wake him up."

Although Dongfang Zhiyi adored Zhuo Nan in her heart, the nanny's words were not without reason. For a young lady to rashly burst into a male's bedroom indeed did not look entirely proper, so she relented: "Very well then. Let him rest for a while longer; we can wake him when dinner is ready."

Watching the young miss's utterly submissive, love-struck posture, Dongfang Yuyan's hatred toward Zhuo Nan deepened by another layer. Just what was so great about Zhuo Nan that he had the young miss so utterly bewitched and spellbound like this?

Just as she was about to speak, Zhuo Nan's voice suddenly drifted down from upstairs: "Miss Dongfang, hello there..."

Everyone looked up to see Zhuo Nan resting both hands on the stair railing, standing there in a thoroughly relaxed posture with a full smile on his face. Dongfang Zhiyi stared blankly at Zhuo Nan. Three months. For three whole months, not a single moment had passed without her thinking of this boy, hoping against hope that she could see him just once more. Yet now, he was standing straight and tall right before her. Suddenly, Dongfang Zhiyi had no idea what she ought to say; her brain had completely crashed. Looking at Zhuo Nan, all she could think was: *My, he is so handsome...* Utterly infatuated—a textbook case of infatuation.

Standing to the side, Dongfang Yuyan noticed that the young miss's eyes were practically transforming into giant red hearts, and she hurriedly let out a dry cough, which finally dragged Dongfang Zhiyi's thoughts back to reality. Dongfang Zhiyi only then realized her reaction had been somewhat exaggerated. With an embarrassed chuckle, she finally spoke: "Hello, Zhuo Nan."

Zhuo Nan used brainwave intrusion to probe Dongfang Zhiyi's mind, and an image promptly materialized before his eyes. There was nothing else on it—only a single pattern, which was a massive red heart.

Zhuo Nan broke out in a cold sweat internally. *No way... When did my charm get this ridiculously high?* Shaking his head in resignation, he walked down the stairs. At that moment, Dongfang Zhiyi's field of vision contained nothing in the world except Zhuo Nan.

Zhuo Nan walked with a light and stylish—no, to exaggerate, an extremely stylish—pace. At least, that was how it appeared in Dongfang Zhiyi's eyes. As for the other two women standing nearby, they shared only a single sensation: wanting to vomit. If they hadn't forcefully held it back, they probably would have spewed up their own gallbladders.

Stopping right in front of Dongfang Zhiyi, Zhuo Nan wore a smile and calmly said, "Miss Dongfang, may I have a word with you now?"

"Right now?" Dongfang Zhiyi was slightly taken aback. Realizing she was acting somewhat impolite, she hurriedly scrambled to make amends: "Certainly. Where shall we go?"

"Let's go to my room," Zhuo Nan blurted out without even thinking.

"What?!" cried the three women in the living room in unison.