Chapter 257 - Stand-still (1/2)

Linfeng's thoughts started to shake, causing his confidence to go downhill.

He abruptly shook his head.

'Enough! Why am I suddenly so pessimistic? Zhi is not that kind of person.'

Even if he had known Xiong Zhi for less than a year, he had felt like he had known her for a longer time. Her usually indifferent eyes always looked at him with warmth, yearning, and various tangle of emotions.

He was not totally unfeeling. Although he knew he should not entangle more with what was behind those pair of eyes, but faced with that familiar intense look from her, he still could not help but dive deeper into it depths, and get caught by its snare.

He wanted to know why she always looked at him that way. That curiosity within his heart ate him, it was the trap that made him fall for her.

Once fallen, he could no longer stand up and break free from her charm and gentle township.

Linfeng was a rational man. But like how feelings normally confuse a person's mind, he, too, was affected. His feelings for Xiong Zhi made him unable to tolerate any possibility that could lose her.

He could not help but be afraid that Xiong Zhi would suddenly disappear, leaving him in the chasm he had fallen in alone.

His throat knot rolled. He thought, what if... What if Xiong Zhi gave up on him?

Linfeng clenched his hand, preparing himself for the worst... but also hoping that his Zhi'er would persist.

Or at least be unwilling about it. Just rejecting even once was fine.

He would handle the rest.

Linfeng's heart beat fast as he waited for Xiong Zhi's answer.

A few seconds felt like a whole millennium to him.

Xiong Zhi's eyes were cold as he studied the elderly for a while.

After a moment, she finally opened her lips.

”So being an heir means you have to abandon your heart, and live like a heartless machine, devoid of humanity?” she slowly uttered in an ironic tone. ”Grandfather, have you been happy living your seventy years of life?” Xiong Zhi met his grandfather's eyes and asked this impolite question.

”Zhi'er, don't waste my patience,” Old Xion's chilling voice matched Xiong Zhi's.

However, his granddaughter was not fazed even one bit.

”Grandfather, don't waste my life, nor Linfeng's, nor Gaiyu's.”

The two exchanged words like they were swords.

”...” The elders looked at them nervously.

It was impolite for the younger generation to argue with their elders. But they could not interject in their verbal battle, since the two were both their masters.

It was a fight between two Xiongs. One was the Master and the other was the future Master. They do not want to be in the bad side of any of the two.

Old Xiong stood up.