Qiao Zhen slapped Fan Zhao across the face. "Don't change the subject. You have to write a self-criticism, understand? The word count is flexible, but you need to show sincerity, get it?"
Although that's what she said, when it comes to self-criticism, the word count is the most direct way to express sincerity.
Fan Zhao gave a muffled "Oh," then took his pen and paper and sat in the living room to write a self-criticism, frowning from time to time as he made some revisions.
Qiao Zhen would occasionally peek out from the kitchen, and seeing how focused he was, she felt reassured.
After lunch, Fan Zhao escorted Qiao Zhen back to the Zhuo family home. When they parted, he kept asking Qiao Zhen for promises, since promises were free. Qiao Zhen then gave him all sorts of shameless and unscrupulous promises.
Qiao Zhen entered the Zhuo family home without any hesitation. As she went upstairs, she saw Zhuo Jue sitting silently on the sofa. "Little Jue, didn't you say Fan Zhao was acting strangely? But I think he's just a little cunning, that's all. Why don't we just be frank today?"
Zhuojue was completely absorbed in his own thoughts.
Qiao Zhen leaned on the stair railing, waiting for him to come back to his senses for a long time. "Little Juezi?"
That doesn't make sense.
"Exceptional?"
That doesn't make sense.
Qiao Zhen raised her voice, "Big brother?"
"Hmm...hmm?" Zhuo Jue looked up at Qiao Zhen. "What's wrong? Did you have fun yesterday?"
Qiao Zhen looked at Zhuo Jue strangely as she went downstairs. "I think the strange one isn't Fan Zhao, it's you, right? What happened last night? I called you several times before you responded. Did you lose your heart overnight?"
Zhuo Jue looked at the red marks on Qiao Zhen's neck and said, "You were the one who had a one-night stand, weren't you?" He raised an eyebrow in a lewd manner.
Qiao Zhen quickly flipped up Zhuo Jue's collar. "My one-night stand was perfectly legitimate. You don't seem to have a girlfriend, right? Then this hickey..." She looked at Zhuo Jue's shoulder teasingly, his skin covered in scratches. "Oh, you were training the cat last night, weren't you?"
Zhuo Jue awkwardly slapped Qiao Zhen's hand away, "You should still be careful of Fan Zhao. Come with me to the study."
Qiao Zhen pouted and followed Zhuo Jue into the study. Zhuo Jue handed her a folder, and she raised an eyebrow, "?"
"Look at it yourself and consider it carefully."
Zhuojue left.
Qiao Zhen opened the folder and looked at the contents. It was Fan Zhao's medical record. Fan Zhao had a very serious personality defect, paranoid personality disorder. He was stubborn, suspicious, sensitive, narrow-minded and jealous. It had become more and more serious in the past few years, but he hid it very well.
The deeper the concealment, the more serious the situation. No wonder he has such outstanding achievements yet still feels inferior.
There's also a story about Fan Zhao. He had no mother; his father only wanted to follow her in death. Fan Zhao was raised by his aunt from a young age, but his aunt was not easy to get along with. She constantly beat and scolded Fan Zhao, and enslaved the young boy every day. From childhood, Fan Zhao lived like a shadow in the darkness, without a sense of self, and could only be manipulated by his aunt. Later, when Fan Zhao was sixteen years old, he killed his aunt with his own hands.
It goes without saying that this information was hard-won, given that Fan Zhao's abilities are unmatched in the industry. The fact that they were able to find so much information proves that Zhuo's abilities are no less than Fan Zhao's.
Xiao Ling: [This is so tragic and bloody! Host, he killed someone! We need to report him immediately!]
Qiao Zhen: [What an idiot! Who is the chosen one of this world?]
Xiao Ling: [Exceptional.]
Qiao Zhen: [Okay, I need to get ready, then I'll go find a powerful backer.]
She blocked the system once again.
A deep-seated inferiority complex from childhood cannot be changed overnight, so it requires a gradual approach. This kind of person needs to be made to feel extremely inferior first, and then pampered, spoiled rotten.
Of course, Qiao Zhen needs to seduce him first, and when he's heartbroken, she'll come back and act all coy and pretentious, creating the illusion that "it's because you're pitiful that I'm reluctantly with you" and "it's because of you that I'm so sorry for you that I'm soft-hearted and spoil you."
This plan is absolutely perfect.
Now that she knows her enemy and herself, she can confidently use Du Feng.
Qiao Zhen packed up and went to the Du family to find Du Feng, but was told by Du's mother that Du Feng had not left the house or eaten since he returned in the early morning.
Strange, something seems off about each of them. Did aliens land on Earth yesterday?
"Don't worry, Aunt Du, I'll go and talk to him."
Qiao Zhen wanted to push the door open, but found that Du Feng had locked the door from the inside. She had a bad feeling. "Du Fengfeng? Du Fengfeng, can you open the door? Let me in. You can tell me what's wrong. It's hard to keep it to yourself."
There was no sound from Du Feng's bedroom, and Qiao Zhen became increasingly worried. She knocked on the door urgently and quietly, "If there's anything we can talk about, Du's parents will definitely interrogate you if they find out.
“You guys are all acting a bit strange, including Zhuo Jue. When I got home today, he was sitting on the sofa lost in thought. I had to call him several times before he responded.”
"Click".
Du Feng opened the door, his expression somewhat gloomy. "Come in, close the door."
Qiao Zhen went in and closed the door behind her. "You... don't look well. Have you been indulging in too much sex?!"
Du Feng glared fiercely at Qiao Zhen, "Aren't you going to come and help me up?!"
Qiao Zhen helped Du Feng sit on the bed.
"Hiss—" Du Feng gasped. He took off his clothes, revealing the marks on his skin to Qiao Zhen. "That beast Zhuo Jue!"
Qiao Zhen immediately covered Du Feng's mouth and winked at the door, knowing that Du's mother was good at eavesdropping.
Du Feng covered his face, "What should we do?"
Qiao Zhen rummaged through her bag and pulled out some concealer. "Put some on, we'll go out in a bit and find somewhere else to talk."
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