The Assassin's Enemy Lover

Chapter 73

73 Whose family weasel is it?

Zi Han was what they call an extrovert. He was talkative, sociable, action-oriented, enthusiastic, friendly and out-going. But today he was drained of all energy and as he entered the hovercar he relaxed his muscles like a cat and leaned on his grandpa for support.

Zi Feiji was a little worried seeing him like this. The last time he was like this was because he hadn’t slept well and had to go to school the next morning thus he passed out as soon as he got the opportunity.

“You seem to have slept well last night so what is the problem?” asked Zi Feiji continuing to allow him to sleep on his shoulder.

To be honest, he thought he would receive a call today that his grandson was in another fight. That’s because he had a feeling that Zi Han in a girl’s uniform would encounter a pervert or two but after waiting the entire day nothing happened.

“I received a marriage proposal today,” said Zi Han his tone sluggish and casual like he wasn’t discussing anything important.

Zi Feiji jolted up causing Zi Han to lose his human pillow. “Grandpa,” he complained but the man was rummaging through a secret compartment looking for something.

“Which family weasel is it? Those bunch of perverts are trying to lure you in with marriage....,” said Zi Feiji with a look so familiar to him.

The reason why it was familiar was because when he once told his mother that a girl had confessed to him she had that very same look and the next day the girl was avoiding him like he had a contagious disease.

Zi Han held Zi Feiji’s arm only to notice his grandpa was actually holding a smart pistol. ‘What the fuck!’ he swore internally before he hurriedly explained.

.....

“I refused of course. I am too young for that,” he said with a nervous laugh only for Zi Feiji to pause his actions a little embarrassed. He was too impulsive just now and forgot that this was no Hanifa.

Zi Han was still a boy despite being dressed up in a girl’s school uniform. That is to say, if he received any marriage proposal it would be from a girl so there was really nothing to worry about, right?

“Whose family is she?” asked Zi Feiji purely out of curiosity but the fact that he was still holding a smart pistol made Zi Han frown.

“Aren’t you overreacting just a tiny bit?” asked Zi Han.

Zi Feiji awkwardly glanced down at the smart pistol and put it away while saying, “Oh... Did anyone give you trouble a-?” He paused midsentence because his light brain began to make dinging sounds one after the other. Ignoring it he continued to ask,

“If anyon-.....”

Ding. Ding.

“Anyone else bothe-.....”

Ding. Ding. Ding.

Both Zi Han and Zi Feiji stared at the unrelenting light brain that was exploding with messages. “Don’t you want to take a look? It seems like someone is looking for you,” said Zi Han but Zi Feiji looked away with a guilty expression while muting his light brain.

Old Lu who was sitting in front almost burst out in laughter seeing this. That’s because he had clearly witnessed Zi Feiji posting Zi Han’s picture in his friend circle a few minutes ago while they were waiting for the young master.

One might ask why he would do such a thing? That’s because someone in their group chat had posted a picture of their granddaughter and claimed that she was the most beautiful. He also said that tomorrow when they attend the wedding she would most definitely get a lot of marriage proposals.

Zi Feiji who didn’t want to be outdone humphed as he posted Zi Han’s image in a female uniform to the group with the caption, “Even my grandson dressed as a woman can rake in more suitors than your most beautiful granddaughter.”

This was a blatant provocation and when he finally realised his carelessness it was too late to take it back. Thus he was receiving so many messages for stirring up shit in the group chat.

“It’s no-nothing.... You must be tired. When we get home you ahem.....have dinner and go to bed early,” said Zi Feiji looking as guilty as fuck.

Zi Han didn’t take it to heart. He let go of the matter but a few streets over someone didn’t have that privilege. Yi Chen’s emotions were chaotic after such an eventful day. He had never shown any interest in anyone since his birth.

There were two things other than his family that he cared about. Training and being the best of the best so he can become worthy of the position of Marshal in the future. But today something unexpected happened.

He developed an inexplicable sense of attraction towards Zi Han and that right there was enough to drive the upstanding individual insane. He couldn’t help but wonder if this was some sort of fetish he had and just didn’t know about it.

As he stood under the hot shower he sorted out all his chaotic thoughts. First things first he had to determine whether his interest in Zi Han was because of the skirt. He had to find out if it was about any man wearing a skirt or was it exclusive only to Zi Han.

He would only decide his next step after determining this thus he made up his mind. To conduct such an exercise was easy. All he had to do was visit Yi Feng.

Ten minutes later he walked downstairs dressed casually in a pair of black jeans, a black hoodie and a faded blue denim jacket completely shedding off his authoritarian oppressive aura. Now he was a breathtaking heartthrob with undeniable charm and gorgeous features.

Yi Chen walked into the kitchen and found his siblings sitting on the counter. One was colouring on a floating screen while the other was playing games. His mother was standing by the fridge with an apron on preparing dinner.

“Nice boots,” said Yi Youxi barely taking his gaze off his game. Yi Chen rubbed his fluffy head as he passed him.

“Dage..... where are you going?” asked Ming Ming with her head slightly tilted to the side. One look and you could tell she wanted to come along but it was as about impossible as her trying to say the words birth certificate without making a mistake.

“Can I come too?” she asked following him with her eyes.

Yi Chen shook his head while taking out a bottle of water from the open fridge door. Lin Ruoxi turned to look at him and gave him a warm smile as she placed a frozen foil baking pan on the counter.

“Where are you off to?” she asked while peeling off the cling wrap covering the frozen meal.

Yi Chen closed the fridge door and twisted the cap open while saying, “Feng-ge’s nightclub. I want to talk to him about something.”