Chapter 14: I only hear my own heartbeat

He was destined to face a great calamity, so he followed Master Zishan to cultivate his mind and cultivate his character since he was young.

Facing the great calamity, the old master had already found a way to resolve it, which was to use the blood pact formation to bind his fate to his. He could then rely on the master's fate to overcome the difficulties.

As long as we can safely get through the one-year dangerous period, the disaster can be completely resolved without any future troubles.

For more than a decade, everything went as planned, but on the most critical day, something went wrong.

On the night when the master was setting up the formation, Shen Zhiyi happened to break in and accidentally walked into the formation he had already set up, replacing him and becoming the person who had a contract with Xiao Lanting.

He was unconscious at the time, and when he woke up, the ceremony had been completed.

Fate plays tricks on us.

Shen Zhiyi scratched the table legs with his fingers under the table, extremely conflicted about whether to look up.

She knew that Xiao Lanting was standing at the door watching her.

Fan Xiaoqing said that you should pretend to be stupid and pretend that you know nothing.

Thinking of this, she immediately withdrew her thoughts and looked at the questions carefully.

"If you get tired of writing, take a break and eat some fruit."

The man walked over to her and moved the fruit plate next to her.

Oops, my mentality, which had just been sorted out, collapsed immediately.

Shen Zhiyi slowly raised her head and looked at him calmly, "Oh..."

She grabbed a piece of fruit and put it in her mouth, chewing it as if she was completing a task, not enjoying the delicious food.

"Is it dirty? Don't you see the fork next to it?"

Xiao Lanting took a tissue to wipe her hands, then personally placed the fork in her palm, just like teaching a child to use cutlery.

Shen Zhiyi felt that wherever his hands touched was hot, and even her heart was burning.

As soon as her eyes met his, she immediately shrank back and quickly stuffed three pieces of watermelon into her mouth.

A man's low laugh was heard, and then a shadow covered her sight.

"Are you afraid of me?" he asked.

The tone was soft and slow, with an unconscious teasing tone, which made Shen Zhiyi think of creatures like foxes again.

Shen Zhiyi told herself not to be a coward, and raised her face with courage, and replied to him calmly: "I'm afraid you will snatch food from me."

The man's eyebrows arched slightly, a helpless smile playing on his lips. He straightened up, moved the fruit plate a little closer to her, and said softly, "Don't worry about that. I'm not really interested in fruit, so you can eat it without worry. If it's not enough, there's plenty more."

elder brother?

Shen Zhiyi couldn’t help but think of Shen Zhixian.

He muttered, "I have a brother, but he's not like you. He'll snatch food from me and make me cut it for him and serve him more."

Xiao Lanting laughed, "You're quite easy to bully."

"No, every time I help him, it's always with conditions. I'm not stupid."

"Well... whether it's stupid or not remains to be seen."

Shen Zhiyi was about to ask why, but when she turned her head, she saw the man holding the exercises she had just finished, his brows furrowed.

He looked up, a hint of disbelief in his eyes, and his voice was as sweet as the rippling water in March, but with a chill in it: "How much of what I just taught you did you understand?"

Shen Zhiyi: “…”

Could she have said that she didn't hear a word?

All I could hear was my own heartbeat.

**

The servant who delivered the fruit returned to the living room and reported the situation truthfully.

After hearing this, everyone frowned.

"No way, it's really just a make-up lesson?"

"This is the first time Third Brother brought a girl back, is it just for tutoring?"

"Third brother, ah...didn't the fortune teller say that he was destined to have no wife or children?"

"He was born like this, and that person even told him to become a Buddhist."

"It seems the predictions are quite accurate. I've never seen Lan Ting fall in love in all these years. Instead, he seems to be as pure and unselfish as a monk."

"Shut up!" The old man interrupted their discussion in a deep voice, looking unhappy. "If anyone dares to say such absurd things again, don't come to see me again!"

The descendants all fell silent.

Then, he looked at a couple and instructed, "Fourth Brother, you two only have this one son, you have to pay more attention to his affairs. He's already 26 or 27, it's time for him to get married, hurry up and find someone!"

The woman looked embarrassed. "Dad, it's not that we don't want to make arrangements. It's just that Lan Ting is too independent and we can't interfere."

"Use your brain! Isn't this your chance? Find out everything about this girl's background and if it's suitable, match them up."

As soon as these words fell, someone in the eldest son's room said, "Grandpa, I know that girl. She went to the same school as me. Her name is Shen Zhiyi. Her family is well off by average standards. She runs a company and has some money, but it's not huge. It's really incomparable to ours. She's still studying finance and likes to do live broadcasts."

"Live broadcast?" The old man frowned. His first impression was those sexy girls on the Internet who were clamoring for rewards.

At this time, the grandson handed over the phone and said, "Look, there's news about her here. During tonight's live broadcast, a big shot gave her a lot of money."

When he heard this, the old man curled his lips, his face showed disgust, and he waved his hand to push it away without even reading the content.

He said to the fourth brother and his wife, "No matter what, we must find a suitable girl and get them married as soon as possible to expand the Xiao family!"

**

In order to focus on the important matters, Shen Zhiyi forced herself to concentrate on the lecture so that she could finish the make-up lessons before twelve o'clock.

The clock struck eleven forty-five.

Shen Zhiyi also finished the last big question.

"Teacher, I've finished writing."

Xiao Lanting stayed by her side all the time. She did her homework while he read books.

He took the test paper, picked up the red pen and began to mark it, saying casually, "Go take a rest. I'll take you home after I finish marking it."

Shen Zhiyi said "oh" but looked around.

The time is almost up.

If those dirty things were going to take action, there would have been signs of it.

But now the surroundings are still quiet.

Could it be that the other party is very powerful and knows that she is here, so he hides himself on purpose?

She rolled her eyes and walked out of the room using the excuse of going to the bathroom.

The electronic compass was working, but no suspicious targets were detected.

In fact, she discovered it when she came in.

This family pays great attention to feng shui. Judging from the layout of their home, there is basically no opportunity for dirt to enter.

But the evil spirit in Xiao Lanting was real, so she had to find it and eliminate it.

She was agile and quickly moved through several corridors.

After entering a small courtyard, she heard some noise and subconsciously hid behind a pot of green plants.

A couple was walking and chatting in the yard.

The woman said, "The old man is so concerned about Lanting's marriage. It seems he really wants to hand Hongde over to their fourth room."

The man said, "It seems we underestimated the fourth brother. We always thought that by letting his son start his own business, he was withdrawing from the Hongde competition. Now it seems that his move is a retreat to advance, and he wants to kill us by surprise!"

The woman continued, "Perhaps there's no need to worry too much. Aren't you firmly in the position of President of Hongde now? Everyone believes that the old man will pass Hongde to you. As for Lan Ting, he's still too young to threaten your position."

The man shook his head. "Lanting's abilities are the most outstanding in his generation. Our son can't compare to him. We must be on guard. I must hurry and get the old man to hand over Hongde to me."

(End of this chapter)