A Good-for-Nothing

237. Here’s My Chance (I)

 

Translator: Dragon Rider

 

“We’re going to visit my grandfather?” Confused, He Zheng finally took his eyes off Big Bird and looked up at Li Zong. “Why do you suddenly want to visit my grandfather? And are you sure those exploiters you work for in the Supernaturalism Management Bureau (SMB) would grant you leave to do that?”

In Li Zong’s eyes, there was nothing he shouldn’t let He Zheng know about, and it was not really necessary for him to keep this from He Zheng, so he said, “Mrs. Zhu once went to the depths of Mount Wushan to look for the Demonic Seed. All those who might have connection with the Demonic Seed are to be put under investigation, so we’re going to Shen City to bring your grandfather here.”

He Zheng was dumbstruck for quite a while. How was it possible that his mother had something to do with the Demonic Seed?

“That can’t be true. Why would my mother go to Mount Wushan? She could never have made it to that place by herself! My grandfather once told me that she didn’t even dare go on the street unaccompanied when she was young. My mother didn’t have it in her to do something like that. It was impossible.” He Zheng shook his head repeatedly. He couldn’t imagine for what reason Zhu Ning, a gentle and cultured woman, would take such a tiring and difficult journey to Mount Wushan, which was a place fraught with danger, to search for something bearing the stupid name “Demonic Seed”.

“I guess the reason why your mother went to that place was related with those divinatory symbols we found in the cinerary casket.” Seeing He Zheng’s flustered face, Li Zong ran his fingers through his hair. “It’s okay, He Zheng. We will get to the bottom of it.”

“Divinatory symbols? What could it possibly have to do with those divinatory symbols?” He Zheng knitted his eyebrows. No sooner had he stopped speaking than he came to understand what Li Zong meant. He cast a deep look at Li Zong and then said thoughtfully, “My grandfather once told me that my mother was a medium, so maybe it was because of an instruction from the God of Divination that she went to Mount Wushan.”

“Yeah.” Li Zong playfully pinched He Zheng’s ear lobe. “We’ll figure it out, right?”

“Yes. Absolutely!” He Zheng vigorously inclined his head and repeated, “We surely will. Under no circumstances will I let those guys of the SMB mess up my grandfather’s life for no reason.”

It remained to be seen what the truth was, but He Zheng’s purpose was very clear. No matter what, he must find out the truth.

It was shortly before departure that another matter occurred to He Zheng.

All people and things related to the Demonic Seed or Zhu Ning had been put under investigation by the SMB, and even his grandfather’s family, who were in faraway Shen City, had to come here for questioning, how was it possible that he, Zhu Ning’s only child, was exempted from the investigation?

There was but one plausible explanation.

He Zheng stared at the back of the man who was packing his clothes for him. Viewed from behind, Li Zong was not the kind of muscular, thickset man. He had broad shoulders and a narrow waist, his figure slender, his muscles not dramatic but full of power.

Staring at Li Zong’s back, He Zheng’s eyes was burning, but he didn’t walk up to hug him like a sissy. While he was planning to do something, Li Zong turned his head around to resignedly look at him, holding He Zheng’s clothes in his hands. “Why do you keep gazing at me like that?”

He Zheng studied his face for quite a while. Seeing his empty wrist, he managed to collect his thoughts and said, “I’d like to buy you a watch.”

“Ah?”

Back then when He Zheng had been a rich playboy hanging out in nightclubs, he’d very often met unsavory youngsters, male and female, who’d had no scruple to ask him to buy them all kinds of things: handbags, watches, etc. For He Zheng, the cost of those things had been just small amounts of money and he hadn’t really cared, so when he’d been in a good mood, he’d agree, and when he’d been in a bad mood, he’d tell them to get lost.

It was not until this moment that He Zheng, who had no idea whatsoever about how a romantic relationship worked, came to realize that Li Zong had bought him all his clothes, pants, shoes and even briefs, and none of Li Zong’s clothes had been bought by him. He’d never bought Li Zong anything – that bag of bread didn’t count.

Li Zong was bemused, wondering what he meant.

He Zheng, without further ado, pivoted around, lay prostrate onto the bed, fumbled around for a moment and found his cellphone. Then he made a phone call to an old friend and told him to deliver a watch over to his apartment.

This friend of his specialized in doing business with rich people like him. On hearing that He Zheng wanted to buy a watch, he hurriedly asked, “What price range do you have in mind, Zheng?”

“Price range?” He Zheng’s eyes raked Li Zong from head to foot. An outstanding man like Li Zong deserved a watch with a price of at least nine figures.

He Zheng casually gave a number.

His friend fell silent.

After a long moment, a resigned voice came from the other end of the phone. “Zheng, if you want to buy an antique watch of foreign origin which you can put in your house as an ornament, I’m afraid I’m not your guy.”

Li Zong could divine how the one on the other end had replied just by looking at He Zheng’s face. He dissolved into smile and reached out his hand to stroke He Zheng’s head.

“Spare him the embarrassment.”

He Zheng flicked a glance at him and lay prone onto the bed, saying nothing.

“I just want to buy you a watch.” He Zheng’s voice was rather low. Suddenly feeling he was so useless, he rolled over on the bed and then over again.

Li Zong had to walk to the other side of the bed to catch him. Pulling a wry face, Li Zong said resignedly, “Stop rolling or you’ll fall off the bed.”