PPS Chapter 63
by VolareChapter 63: Madman
Chu Zhaoyi told Gu Yusen to wait for him in the private room for a while as he needed to use the restroom.
Gu Yusen, worried, stood up unsteadily to accompany him.
Chu Zhaoyi poked Gu Yusen, who looked like he was about to collapse, clearly unable to stand properly.
Gu Yusen, feeling a bit embarrassed, simply slumped back onto the sofa, “Go quickly and come back quickly. I’ll wait for you here. Call me if you encounter anyone strange, got it?”
Actually, this club wasn’t bad. It was run by Zheng Qi—the second son of the Zheng family. Although he didn’t have much business acumen, he managed clubs exceptionally well, providing attentive service. He took extra care of the offspring of wealthy and powerful families like them, ensuring someone kept an eye on them as soon as they entered, fearing they might encounter problems in his club. Gu Yusen wasn’t too worried.
Chu Zhaoyi nodded, turned and opened the door to leave the private room, but unexpectedly saw Zhang Xuan outside.
He hadn’t left all this time.
Hearing the movement at the door, Zhang Xuan quickly looked up, his eyes flashing with joy. But upon realizing that it was only Chu Zhaoyi, that joy quickly subsided.
“I… I was a little worried about Mr. Gu, so I was waiting here for you and Mr. Gu.”
He wore a well-calculated smile, appearing both proper and polite.
“Who are you?” Chu Zhaoyi’s face was always expressionless when facing people other than Gu Yusen, always giving off a cold and unreasonable feeling. Sometimes, being stared at by his dark eyes would cause a chill to run down one’s spine. Coming from his mouth, this sentence, without any intonation, sounded strangely sarcastic to Zhang Xuan.
He felt a little embarrassed, but he knew who Chu Zhaoyi was. Because of Gu Yusen, he had also paid attention to the news on the forum. The recent controversy surrounding Chu Zhaoyi on the forum had been too big.
And Gu Yusen’s originally good reputation had been significantly affected because of Chu Zhaoyi.
Since being saved by Gu Yusen, Zhang Xuan had developed a kind of worshipful affection for him, looking at Chu Zhaoyi with inexplicable dislike. But he also knew that he was just an ordinary person.
“I am a staff member of the club.” That was all he could say; that was his only identity.
Chu Zhaoyi took two steps forward, closing the distance with Zhang Xuan. The air seemed to solidify with his approach.
Zhang Xuan felt that Chu Zhaoyi at this moment was like a Maine Coon cat walking towards him, with a calm, playful, and all-controlling aura, leisurely and confidently patrolling his territory, exuding an undeniable sense of oppression, but also revealing an unspeakable elegance and composure.
He didn’t know what he was thinking, but his feet seemed to be fixed by invisible shackles, refusing to move.
Chu Zhaoyi was a little taller than Zhang Xuan. Once they were close, Zhang Xuan had to look up to meet Chu Zhaoyi’s eyes.
“What… what are you doing?” Zhang Xuan, looking at Chu Zhaoyi who was so close, inexplicably felt a sense of fear, even though the person in front of him was even thinner and weaker than himself.
Chu Zhaoyi, looking at Zhang Xuan’s tense face, slowly uttered three words.
“Dislike you.”
“Dislike the way you look at me.”
“Even more dislike the way you look at Brother Sanmu.”
Zhang Xuan’s breath hitched. He thought he had hidden his emotions well. After all, he had been navigating society for several years. He never expected that someone who had just entered university and hadn’t even experienced society would see through his emotions.
“You are just an adopted son of the Gu family. What qualifications do you have to say such things?”
“And I was able to get to where I am now from being a security guard thanks to Sanmu’s help. He is not your possession.”
Zhang Xuan didn’t know what he was thinking. He had been respectfully calling him Mr. Gu, but his mind blanked, and he actually called out Gu Yusen’s nickname.
Only those with a close relationship would call Gu Yusen by his nickname. Even the owner of this place, Zheng Qi, had to respectfully call him Young Master Gu.
Hearing the words “Sanmu” from Zhang Xuan’s mouth, Chu Zhaoyi’s face finally showed some emotional fluctuations, and his dark eyes seemed to become even darker.
“Are you provoking me?” Chu Zhaoyi reached out a hand and lifted Zhang Xuan’s chin. It was a somewhat ambiguous gesture, but Zhang Xuan, meeting those emotionless eyes, didn’t dare to move.
Fear.
Regret.
Regret for blurting out those two sentences.
“Sanmu’s nickname is not something you can call, right?” Chu Zhaoyi threw away the hand that was grabbing Zhang Xuan with some annoyance.
“Dislike you.”
“Dislike you, Zhang Xuan.”
This was the first time Chu Zhaoyi called Zhang Xuan by his name.
The moment Zhang Xuan heard that sentence, it felt as if time had frozen at that moment. Then, a sudden and enormous thrust acted on his back, like an invisible hand, abruptly shoving him forward.
He didn’t even have time to cry out. Everything happened so suddenly. His body lost its balance, and he leaned forward in a completely uncontrollable posture, followed by a feeling of spinning.
Zhang Xuan waved his arms helplessly in the air. His back and limbs successively hit the edges of the stairs, each collision accompanied by a burst of sharp pain.
Finally, he fell heavily at the bottom of the stairs, and a dull impact sound rang in his ears, followed by the sharp pain of bone contacting the ground, which almost suffocated him.
The stairs weren’t long enough to cause fatal damage, but the pain in his body was real.
Zhang Xuan didn’t expect Chu Zhaoyi to do something like this.
He was simply a madman!
His body ached so badly that his eyes were difficult to open due to physiological pain. Tears and sweat mixed together, blurring his vision and making his world hazy and distorted.
He tried his best to prop open his heavy eyelids, and his vision gradually focused. What came into view was Chu Zhaoyi standing at the top of the stairs, his face cold and calm, his eyes as deep as an abyss, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.
Chu Zhaoyi just stood there quietly, looking down at Zhang Xuan who was struggling in pain, as if all of this was just a harmless spectator game to him.
An unprecedented chill surged in Zhang Xuan’s heart. He looked incredulously at Chu Zhaoyi’s expressionless face. He had committed this act, yet he himself still didn’t have a single emotional fluctuation.
He was simply a madman!
On the verge of losing consciousness, Zhang Xuan’s hearing seemed to become exceptionally sensitive, and all the surrounding sounds seemed to be magnified countless times. In this chaos, he vaguely captured a trace of a clear, cold voice. It was Chu Zhaoyi’s voice, without a trace of emotion, like the biting cold wind in winter.
“I said I dislike you.”