Cold Ice Swaying

Chapter 285: Hacked Who (200 Extra - s for Bookstore Recommendations)

Chapter 285: 285: Hacked Who (200 Extra Chapters for Bookstore Recommendations)


"It’s really unfortunate, lost a perfectly good girlfriend."


"Hahaha... then you’re really in a tragic situation!"


Murong is naturally sociable, and both Qiao Zhichuan and the director went along with him. It didn’t take long before he became friends with them.


A few people sat down to eat together, and the atmosphere was very lively; everyone was chatting, and no one was left out.


Because they had to shoot a scene the next day, they didn’t drink alcohol, but they drank tea as a substitute.


As they were drinking, Qiao Zhichuan’s hand paused while drinking tea, but then he continued as if nothing had happened, drinking along with everyone.


Meanwhile, Zhan Jingshu, who was supposed to be resting today, didn’t rest. After dinner, he returned to his room, sat on the bed with his computer, and began his hacking activities.


His fingers danced quickly over the keyboard, leaving a blur, and on the computer screen, countless symbols were flashing.


Soon, the computer screen flashed suddenly, the symbols disappeared, and a new image appeared.


It seemed to be a hotel room, certainly not the one Zhan Jingshu was in, but another unfamiliar one.


The computer video switched, displaying multiple videos, monitoring the room from inside out like surveillance cameras.


The night was gradually deepening.


In the video, a beautiful butterfly appeared, flying through the half-open window and landing in the central bouquet of roses in the living room.


That red rose was the largest and most vibrant of all.


Zhan Jingshu thought this butterfly looked familiar. Hadn’t he just seen it in Mu Bai’s room?


It was unclear how much time had passed when finally there was movement in the room, and a person appeared, finally revealing whose room it was.


No doubt! This was Qiao Zhichuan’s room.


His handsome figure instantly brought life to the cold hotel room.


He walked to the side, tapped the table with his fingers, and the rhythm created a vibrating net in the air.


This white, spiderweb-like network covered the entire room.


No one knew which node he touched, but the network instantly transformed into light fragments, vanishing into the air.


Then, he sat on the sofa and called to the butterfly: "Come here!"


The butterfly lightly flapped its wings and landed on his fingertip, emitting a soft white glow, almost as if it were about to disappear.


"You did well today; keep up the good work, okay?"


The butterfly flapped its wings twice.


"Such a good girl! If women in this world were all as obedient as you, wouldn’t that be great!"


The smile on Qiao Zhichuan’s lips was dazzling.


Just then, Murong returned and uninvited, entered Zhan Jingshu’s room.


"I brought you some food; do you want a midnight snack?" Murong held a bag of goodies.


Zhan Jingshu quickly shut off his computer: "What did you bring?"


"Your favorite roast chicken, try it and see how it tastes!"


"Thanks!" Zhan Jingshu set the things on the table and, putting on gloves, began to eat, "Do you want to join me?"


"Of course I do!" Murong sat down across from him, "Do you know who I met today?"


"Who?"


"You would never guess, it’s my sister’s suitor, Qiao Zhichuan," Murong mentioned the person with a boastful tone, "You don’t know, this person is really handsome, just the epitome of a pretty boy. No wonder my sister is so infatuated, who can blame her when the guy’s so remarkable?"


"How did you see he’s so remarkable?"


"He’s handsome, isn’t that a plus?"


"That’s entirely thanks to his parents," Zhan Jingshu rolled his eyes at him.


"Haha, that’s not necessarily true. Do you think with our master’s skills, he can’t transform an ugly girl into a beautiful woman? You’re underestimating Master!"


"Master has no such interest."


"That’s true," Murong admitted, "If Master was interested, she would have long turned herself into a great beauty."


"I think Master is fine as she is now; being a peerless beauty isn’t necessarily a good thing."


"As long as there’s absolute strength, what’s there to fear?" Murong thought, his old master’s aunt surely had this strength.


"In this world, nothing is absolute. Remember what Master said, no matter what we do, we must be cautious," Zhan Jingshu reflected on when he didn’t know Master yet and caused trouble for his then idol, who is now his Master, leading to offending a ruthless person and getting kidnapped.


If it weren’t for meeting Master, he would probably be dead by now.


Although this event allowed him to meet Master, he still felt that if he had been more cautious, the kidnapping wouldn’t have happened at all.


As for fate, his idol was Master’s husband, so he wouldn’t have missed their meeting.


"Yeah, yeah, talking about being the senior disciple, you’re really full of yourself? You’re younger than me, with a few years less life experience," Murong was somewhat dissatisfied.


"Being young doesn’t necessarily mean less experience or that one’s brain isn’t smart."


"What do you mean by that? Are you saying I’m not smart?"


"I didn’t say that, you admitted it yourself."


Murong fumed: "Zhan Jingshu, I was being nice, bringing you a midnight snack, really wasted my good intentions on someone ungrateful!"


"You seem to enjoy gnawing on bones more than I do."


Murong wanted to cry. How could he not win an argument against a younger boy?


Luckily, this person was his senior disciple; otherwise, it would be embarrassing to say out loud.


"I’m going to tell Master that you’re bullying me."


"This kind of thing between senior and junior disciples, Master will let us resolve it ourselves." Zhan Jingshu didn’t even lift his eyelids.


In fact, he found having such a foolishly cute junior disciple quite interesting, at least it gave him plenty of opportunities to show off, right?


Before, Zhan Jingshu never saw himself as remarkable, with a very capable older brother at home, and another one who especially loved causing trouble. If not for his poor health, he would have been completely overlooked.


But now, with such a stark contrast, he could finally feel proud.


"You’re my senior, is this how you take care of your junior?" Murong questioned.


Zhan Jingshu deflected his attention with a question: "What do you think of Qiao Zhichuan?"


"What do I think? He’s very handsome! Just a bit less than me," Murong tapped his pinky finger, indicating a tiny bit.


See, his junior disciple was just this foolishly cute. Zhan Jingshu thought to himself and continued the Q and A: "And besides being handsome?"


"What else is there? He’s indeed pursuing my sister, but who knows how long his sincerity will last. In the entertainment industry, how many people are truly sincere? It’s okay if he uses my sister to climb up, the real worry is if he breaks her heart, that would be a real loss."


For such external things, perhaps Murong had too much already and didn’t care much.