Chapter 968 — A Slip of the Tongue
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Only when Tang Zhi got into the car or stepped out of it would the young mistress give her a greeting. Cool as it was, the hostility of before had faded; it was more like the nod exchanged between ordinary acquaintances.
Tang Zhi found the young mistress's manner baffling. In the past, Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu had always shown her an inexplicable hostility the moment they laid eyes on her—yet now they seemed to treat her as nothing more than an ordinary friend?
Had they begun to look down on her, no longer counting her a rival? Or had they given up on Wei Zhao? If it was the former, Tang Zhi felt she still could not afford to lower her guard; but if it was the latter, she found it strange in its own way. If they did not care for Wei Zhao, then this four-person arrangement of theirs was really a bit too bizarre.
In truth, Tang Zhi simply did not understand the young mistress's character. Gu Mengyao had always been cold without and warm within; her acceptance of a person moved from indifference toward warmth. Even now her manner toward Wei Zhao remained neither warm nor cold, and yet in her heart she had come to regard him as a friend she could not afford to lose.
Gu Mengyao did not know what to say to Tang Zhi, and with Wei Zhao there, she truly could not say much. She wanted to try to get closer to Tang Zhi, only to find that the two of them lived in entirely different worlds.
The affairs of Tang Zhi's family were things the young mistress had never known, and the affairs of her own family were things Gu Mengyao had no wish to speak of—that would only smack of showing off before Tang Zhi.
After two days of it, even Wei Zhao found the whole thing awkward. In the car he wanted to say something to Tang Zhi, but the thought of the young mistress watching from the back seat kept him silent; and the young mistress, seemingly constrained by Tang Zhi's presence up front, spoke even less to Xiaoshu than usual.
Before, the young mistress and Xiaoshu would talk of anything under the sun, and since both were well off, talk of newly released styles of clothing and cosmetics came naturally enough. Now, though, the young mistress seemed deliberately to steer clear of such subjects.
Luckily, after two days of Wei Zhao's treatment, Uncle Qing's body had recovered as good as new. Only his external cultivation was gone; it did not hinder his movement.
The duties of full-time driver fell to Uncle Qing once more, which drew a long breath of relief from Wei Zhao.
On the expressway from Yanjing to Songshan City, a black Audi with special plates sped along at full tilt.
Inside, a middle-aged man and a young woman were conversing. These two were father and daughter: Feng Tianlong and Feng Xiaoxiao.
"I am never going back there again!" Feng Xiaoxiao's face was written all over with displeasure. "So much time wasted, and they still couldn't find out a thing. How many more years like this do I have left to live?"
"Xiaoxiao, you ought to have faith in modern medicine. Look here—this is the report from when you first arrived in Yanjing, and this is the one from the day we left. Your condition has clearly improved, if only a little..." Feng Tianlong said, pointing at the reports.
"Improved? And was it they who cured me? Every single day all they do is draw my blood, draw my blood—can blood draws alone make a person better?" Feng Xiaoxiao curled her lip. "I had an attack while I was there, you know. If not for Wei Zhao, I would have died long ago."
"Wei Zhao..." At the name, Feng Tianlong's gaze sharpened a fraction. As the head of one of the most secretive intelligence departments, he was perfectly well informed about all that had lately happened in Songshan City.