Night Rose

Not wanting his grandfather to worry, Zhou Zheng could only agree, "Yes. I didn't tell him when I went out; he did have something urgent to discuss with me."

"Zhou Zheng! How is Grandpa?" Su Jin ran up the steps in two strides, slightly out of breath.

All eyes fell on her, with Wu Ting paying particular attention to her, his gaze somewhat amused.

"Grandpa, Su Jin bought these flowers for you. You chat with her for a while, I'll be back after I finish what I need to do." Zhou Zheng pushed Su Jin into the house and closed the door.

The door closed, and Su Jin, carrying two heavy bags, looked at her grandfather. She glanced back at the door and asked, "Who's outside? Grandpa, were you bullied?"

Grandpa shook his head, not believing much of Zhou Zheng's words.

"Let them be, since they say they're Xiao Zheng's friends. Xiao Su, have a seat."

Outside the door, Zhou Zheng and Wu Ting stood face to face, their auras clashing and clashing in the air, neither side gaining the upper hand.

"Let's go, let's not talk here." Zhou Zheng raised his chin, gesturing for him to go to the rooftop. "Also, don't bring anyone else, just the two of us."

Wu Ting had witnessed Zhou Zheng's fighting prowess; a race car driver who trained regularly could probably overturn a weak man like him with his explosive power.

But he didn't hesitate for long and waved for his bodyguards to leave first.

The bodyguard hesitated to leave. "Mr. Wu, can you handle this alone?"

"What? Afraid I'll beat him to death? This is a civilized society. Killing someone is punishable by death, you idiot," Zhou Zheng scoffed, and went upstairs first.

"Go down and wait for me." Wu Ting gestured to the bodyguard to leave with his eyes.

On the rooftop, sheets were drying in the wind, and Zhou Zheng stood at the edge of the rooftop waiting for him, with some flower pots scattered haphazardly at his feet.

The plants on the fifth and sixth floors are occasionally moved up to bask in the sun. When they are about to die, we will ask my grandfather for advice.

Zhou Zheng has good memories of this place, enough to overshadow the gray memories of his childhood.

He turned around and looked at Wu Ting, who was dressed in a suit and tie, with a cold smile.

"Wasn't I harsh enough when we met last time? Secretary Wu, how dare you come again? Was it his doing?"

Wu Ting nodded slightly. "Young Master, you don't remember the family banquet I mentioned, and you haven't contacted me since."

Anger flared in Zhou Zheng's chest. He strode over, grabbed Wu Ting by the collar, and pulled him in front of him.

"I told you, I'm not going! Don't pester me and my family like a mangy dog, and don't go after that woman you just saw. If I ever see you again, neither you nor Zhou Ruian will have a good time!"

Zhou Zheng suddenly released his grip and pushed, causing Wu Ting to stagger backward a few steps before regaining his balance by leaning against the wall. He wasn't angry; he simply calmly adjusted his collar.

"Young Master, Mr. Zhou really misses you. If you don't come with me this time, next time, he will come to invite you in person."

Wu Ting was completely unyielding, which annoyed Zhou Zheng. Even if he beat Wu Ting up right now, he would probably only repeat that one sentence.

"Young Master, let's go home."

It all started with Zhou Ruian! And if Zhou Ruian were to come to our door in person, how angry would Grandpa be when he saw him!

Zhou Ruian, that bastard who abandoned his wife and children, should go down and apologize to his mother as soon as possible! Having no descendants is the best arrangement for Zhou Ruian; it's retribution for cheating!

"President Zhou said that your last competition was just a small-scale affair. If you're willing to go home, he's agreed to invest in your team to make you more professional and allow you to compete in better races," Wu Ting said.

This did indeed hit Zhou Zheng's sore spot, but he wouldn't sell himself to Zhou Ruian as his son for such a small amount of money.

"No need, understand?" Zhou Zheng stared at him.

Wu Ting was slightly surprised. He thought Zhou Zheng would at least consider it, since racing is too expensive, and it would be worth it to exchange this little bit of profit for the father-son relationship.

Of course, Wu Ting also considered the second method. He also contacted Tu Ying through several shell companies, wanting to make fictitious investments to ruin the team, but he did not get permission.

He originally thought that a short-sighted businessman like Tu Ying would agree quickly, but unexpectedly Tu Ying kept dragging his feet and didn't fall for it.

He believed that as long as the team collapsed, Zhou Zheng would realize his mistake and return to President Zhou's side.

Neither path worked, and Wu Ting was having a headache. The task assigned to him by President Zhou was far too difficult. His son, as expected, was no pushover either.

But he has plenty of ways to do things.

"Alright, I'll be going now, young master. Think it over again."

Wu Ting left so decisively, leaving people with no chance to call him back and change their minds.

Zhou Zheng looked at his back and found it hard to believe that he hadn't resorted to any more tricks or used any sweet words to seduce him.

But Zhou Zheng was not careless. People like them, who looked refined in suits, could be very unethical when they did things. They might be plotting something against him behind his back.

He calmly returned home and saw an old man and a young boy huddled together discussing how to take health supplements. This heartwarming scene immediately touched his heart.

Zhou Zheng sat down next to Su Jin and openly took her hand in front of his grandfather.

Grandpa, I have something to tell you.

Grandpa had a knowing look on his face. "You still want to announce something? Your little schemes have been seen through long ago. I'm just too lazy to expose you."

He chased her all the way to New York. If they still don't get together by now, even Grandpa will look down on him for being a useless guy.

"I'm with Su Jin now, and I'll treat her well, so don't worry." Zhou Zheng kissed the back of her hand.

Su Jin shyly hid her hands behind her back. "What are you doing! In front of Grandpa, have you no shame?"

"Don't be shameless. If you cared about your image, you wouldn't be able to find a girlfriend," Zhou Zheng said frankly.

Grandpa scoffed and patted his arm. "Treat her well, don't disappoint her, don't let her down."

"I will definitely do it," Zhou Zheng replied.

Grandpa smiled with satisfaction and gestured for Zhou Zheng to come over and talk to him.

Zhou Zheng washed the fruit and put it on the table for Su Jin. "You play by yourself for a while. I'll talk to Grandpa for a bit."

"Are you alright? What were those people doing?" Su Jin asked in a low voice.

Zhou Zheng paused, then patted her head. "Don't be afraid, they were really just friends, it's nothing. They've already left."

Su Jin nodded, popped a piece of fruit into her mouth, and didn't ask any more questions. "Okay, remember to move the flowerpot to the balcony, where it can get some sun."

Zhou Zheng squatted down and moved the flowerpot to the balcony, where his grandfather was waiting for him.

He put the flowerpot down and closed the balcony door behind him. "Grandpa, Aunt Su bought this for you. It's very valuable, so please take good care of it and don't let it die."

Grandpa didn't reply, but his eyes were fixed on him, making him feel uncomfortable after a while.

"Grandpa, please tell me what's wrong."

"That man is your dad's employee, isn't he? He looks just like him, all sanctimonious and hypocritical," Grandpa whispered.

Seeing that Zhou Zheng did not refute, he asked again, "What does your father mean? Does he want you to go back? Doesn't he know that you are no longer his son, Zhou Ruian? He was the one who didn't want you. I brought you home, and he didn't say a word."