CHAPTER 1190: CHAPTER 1190: SHE AND THE DOG CAN’T COEXIST PEACEFULLY

"Of course." Zong Zhan looked up and exhaled smoke, his voice deepened, "As long as I’m here, the Zong Family will be fine. Unless the day comes when she drives me to death, then that’s another story."

"She’s not as bad as you think, just has too many tricks up her sleeve." Shang Yu casually put down his towel, glanced up at Zong Zhan, "If it’s really hard to deal with, you can always back off."

Zong Zhan’s gaze paused, his head resting on the chairback, he looked down playfully, "Shang Xiaowu, don’t tell me you want to intervene."

The man’s lips curved imperceptibly, "She’s someone Qiaoqiao values."

"Our sister-in-law sure has a questionable taste." Zong Zhan extended his arm and flicked the ash off his cigarette, "She couldn’t pick someone better to value than that sly individual."

Shang Yu’s deep eyes swept over him meaningfully and said, "If you dislike her so much, why did you chase her all the way to the South Sea?"

Zong Zhan’s face slightly darkened, "Shang Xiaowu, have you been influenced by He Xiaosi?"

The man stood up, supporting himself on his knees, and said in a thick voice, "That’s just how it is."

Zong Zhan fell silent.

Damn right, it is what it is!

...

Meanwhile, in the living room, Xi Luo stared thoughtfully at the little White Tiger before turning her head to Li Qiao, "Was that tiger a gift from Bai Yan?"

"Yes." Li Qiao propped her head, glancing at her with a soft smile, "How did you guess?"

Xi Luo licked her lips, then whistled at the little White Tiger, "I heard from the Flame Alliance people that Bai Yan somehow picked up a little White Tiger, intending to raise it in the vegetable garden to guard the house, but later he gave it away. It’s probably this one."

"Found it?"

Xi Luo shrugged, "Maybe it was stolen."

Li Qiao, accustomed to it, twitched her lips and changed the topic, "Nothing’s happening in the South Sea lately. Aren’t you planning to return?"

"Not going back for now." Xi Luo leaned down to pick up an apple, crossed her legs, and took a bite, "Anyway, it’s the same everywhere, the Imperial Capital is more complex than the South Sea, those people won’t dare to act rashly."

"Brother Zong San already knows?"

Xi Luo nodded, "That idiot isn’t easy to fool."

Just as she finished speaking, that idiot walked into the living room and shot a glare at Xi Luo when he heard it.

Li Qiao lowered her eyes and chuckled silently, increasingly feeling these two are the epitome of modern foes.

As the afternoon wore on, Xi Luo borrowed Li Qiao’s G-Class car keys, planning to return to her apartment in the South Sea.

As soon as she got in the car, the passenger door opened, and Zong Zhan, with a fierce aura, got into the car openly.

Xi Luo had long accepted his clingy nature, so she floored the accelerator and sped away from the Round Island Mansion.

In front of the living room’s floor-to-ceiling windows, Li Qiao, holding a coffee cup, leaned back into Shang Yu’s arms, speaking softly, "Brother Zong San seems to have a lot of opinions about her."

"That’s normal." The man had one hand in his pocket, the other around Li Qiao’s shoulder, "He’s used to giving orders in the Military Department, but Xi Luo plays by her own rules."

Li Qiao turned back to look at Shang Yu, a smile emerging in her eyes, "They do seem rather fitting."

The man glanced at the direction where the G-Class disappeared, and curled his lips, "At least he doesn’t truly dislike her."

Third Master Zong of the Imperial Capital, a master of manipulation.

If he truly disliked Xi Luo, no matter how sensitive her identity, he wouldn’t take the time and effort to protect her.

The five sworn brothers, emotionally attached without a doubt, but definitely not without principles.

Zong Zhan delaying his retirement from the Military Department for her, explains that things aren’t as simple as they appear.

...

On the streets of the South Sea, a Mercedes G-Class dazzled, constantly overtaking and changing lanes, causing many nearby vehicles to dodge hurriedly, fearing a collision.

At this moment, Zong Zhan had his hands placed behind his head, looking sideways at the woman driving, "Haven’t driven before? Speed bumps are for slowing down, not taking off."

Xi Luo gripped the steering wheel, snorted twice, "Do you talk this much nonsense in the Military Department?"

"Want to know that much?" Zong Zhan leaned back comfortably, "Don’t worry, Brother San will let you experience it."

Xi Luo suddenly braked sharply in front of a crosswalk, watching Zong Zhan’s body lurch forward with inertia, she laughed mischievously, "Sorry, Chief, didn’t hit your head, did you?"

She’s not interested in his trivial affairs at the Military Department.

At this moment, Xi Luo couldn’t have known that Zong Zhan’s words were laden with implications.

But she was only thinking about how to annoy him, not paying any attention.

Below the apartment building, Xi Luo ignored Zong Zhan following her, twisted her waist, and walked into the elevator.

She didn’t press a floor button, deliberately making things difficult, looking at the man beside her, "A single woman’s apartment, do you have the nerve to follow in?"

Zong Zhan stood tall, raised the corners of his lips, and while speaking, pressed the button for the eighteenth floor, "Did Ms. Xi forget we’ve shared a bed before?"

Xi Luo looked at the lit-up elevator button for the eighteenth floor and sarcastically said, "You’re right, a man who doesn’t get morning wood is nothing to fear."

Zong Zhan’s handsome face clouded instantly, "Living on the eighteenth floor, no wonder you’re so sharp-tongued."

"What’s wrong with the eighteenth floor?"

As they bickered, the elevator arrived at the corresponding floor.

Zong Zhan strolled out, with a mocking remark following, "Ever heard of the eighteenth level of hell?"

Xi Luo thought for a moment and prepared to press the elevator to return to the first floor without a word.

She couldn’t peacefully coexist with this pest.

At this time, footsteps in the corridor hadn’t stopped, accompanied by the man’s standard Beijing accent, "Ms. Xi, if you really think that security door can stop me, then just keep standing there."

Xi Luo closed her eyes and stepped out of the elevator expressionlessly.

Heh, he is truly persistent.

The large apartment, as far as the eye could see, covered more than two hundred square meters.

Perhaps long uninhabited, every corner of the room was filled with the smell of dust.

Xi Luo opened the floor-to-ceiling balcony windows, a spring breeze blew in, and tiny dust particles could be seen floating in the sunlight.

She turned around, picked up a lady’s cigarette case on the coffee table, walked to the balcony, casually dusted off a lounge chair, and sat down.

That back view was quite cold and aloof, like keeping people at a thousand miles away.

Zong Zhan walked a circle in the nearly a hundred square meter living room, picked up a photo frame, the photo was a family portrait of four.

The man raised his eyes, looking towards the balcony, the woman in view lazily smoking, carrying an air of ruggedness.

Therefore, Xi Luo, who had just taken a puff of her lady’s cigarette, found it taken away and extinguished by Zong Zhan within three seconds, "You’re not afraid of poisoning yourself after smoking a cigarette that’s been sitting for over a year!"

Xi Luo sighed long, "Then give me one of yours."

"Didn’t bring any." Zong Zhan initially wanted to sit on another lounge chair, seeing the dust on it, frowned disdainfully, "Aren’t you here to take things, hurry up and get them, once done, let’s leave."

Xi Luo dangled her toes, deliberately contradicting, "Suddenly don’t feel like leaving, I plan to sleep at home for two nights, sir, suit yourself."