Chapter 907 — And Me? What About Me?
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Gu Mengyao was startled half out of her wits when Shen Yushu burst in so abruptly that she nearly leaped up from her chair. True, these matters could never have been kept from Xiaoshu—but Gu Mengyao was wound tight with nerves right now, and being barged in on like that still frightened her badly.
Gu Pengzhan, too, was torn between laughter and exasperation. He had never expected that, for all his efforts to keep Xiaoshu out of it, she would still end up hearing everything.
"Ha ha, how could we forget you?" Gu Pengzhan said, smiling at his daughter's best friend. He knew Shen Yushu's temperament well enough—scatterbrained and flighty from morning to night—and yet she and his daughter were thick as thieves. Given the chance, he supposed, the two of them would be sisters for life.
"I'm the little wife, aren't I, Yao-yao-jie? You promised me—are you going back on your word now?" From the look of it, Shen Yushu had heard every word that had passed between Gu Pengzhan and Gu Mengyao.
"When did I ever go back on my word?" Gu Mengyao said, half laughing, half weeping. "Buy one, get one free—I imagine that thing Wei Zhao will be delighted?"
Gu Pengzhan studied his daughter and, finding no sign of reluctance in her expression, breathed a quiet sigh of relief. "Xiaoshu, if you want to marry him, and Yao-yao has no objection, then of course I have none either. But as for the Chen family—that you'll have to go and explain yourself."
Gu Pengzhan was not a stubborn man. Ordinary merchant though he was, certain circumstances had brought him into contact with a few hidden families and sects—even with beings of a higher order still—and so he felt no great opposition to his daughter and Xiaoshu both marrying Wei Zhao. So long as his daughter was happy, that was enough. As for Shen Yushu's Chen family, Shen Yushu would have to persuade them herself; there was nothing he could do to help.
"Oh? Really?" Shen Yushu was taken aback, and she gave Gu Pengzhan a rather peculiar look.
She habitually spoke in a manner half true and half false, and this time was no different—she had put it to Gu Pengzhan half in jest, hoping to sound out his attitude. She had not expected him to be so composed, asking only for Gu Mengyao's opinion.
Gu Pengzhan smiled and said nothing more. He rose and walked out of the room, thinking to himself that to part those two for the rest of their lives was likely impossible now—it was rare enough to find two people who got on so well. But Wei Zhao—that was still a problem...
Wei Zhao had a girlfriend at school. What exactly was his own position in all this? Gu Pengzhan found it hard to gauge...
It seemed his daughter had been a step too slow. Wei Zhao had been in Songshan City barely more than a month, and already he had built up his own network of connections—even Liu Tianyi obeyed his every word. His father had been right: Wei Zhao was indeed a man of talent, with a future beyond measure...
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Zhen Dazhou stared in disbelief at his son, now made a eunuch, and at Ma Zhu, half his arm blown away. How was this possible? Was Ma Zhu not a formidable hand at the peak of the mid Mystic rank, with eight layers of the Golden Bell Shield? How had he been beaten into such a state?
Was Wei Zhao not merely at the peak of the early Mystic rank? The gap between the two was enormous—and Ma Zhu had his divine art shielding his body. How could he possibly have lost?
"Medicine King, how is he? Is there any hope of curing my son?" Zhen Dazhou was filled with regret. If only he had not set his mind on dealing with Wei Zhao back then—if he had simply taken the money and let Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu go—none of this would have happened!
He could not accept it. And so, beneath his regret lay a deep and bitter hatred. Wei Zhao—if I, Zhen Dazhou, do not see you dead, then I am not fit to walk this earth!