Chapter 231

231 ....My son is not impotent

The lights from outside shone through the windows of the hovercar at irregular intervals shedding some light onto Zi Feiji’s flushed face. He had drunk so much at this dinner that he immediately closed his eyes as soon as he got into the hovercar. Unlike some, he was a well-behaved drunk, and just like an old pappy, he slept with the Nimsel on his chest.

The cute little thing was also curled up into a ball breathing softly as they slept together. Zi Xingxi’s lips slightly quirked as she took a picture of the two of them. She tapped on her light brain and pulled up her chat interface with her son and sent him the picture.w

Recalling how her father was showing off the little rodent to the Marshal calling it his little great grandson, Zi Xingxi chuckled lowly attracting Old Lu’s attention.

To fully understand why she found this quite amusing one would have to have been there to hear this unusual conversation. It went something like this:

Zi Feiji, “Look, look, look isn’t he cute? He is cute, fluffy, and obedient. I have a great grandson and you don’t even have a grandson. Ha! And you think you a better than me.”

Marshal Yi, “You having a great grandson means you are old. You are so old that I would believe it if you say you have a great great great great grandson.”

Lin Ruoxi, “???”

Zi Xingxi, “....”

Well, it’s safe to say the Marshal was also drunk at this point.

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Zi Feiji, “You are just jealous. I have a cute furry baby and you don’t.”

Marshal Yi, “... no I am not.”

Zi Feiji, “Jea... lous..... admit it.”

As he purposefully drew the word jealous, Zi Feiji rubbed Hansel’s chubby belly from all the overeating with his index finger and the little guy made a wee sound in satisfaction.

Marshal Yi who was visibly envious, “Ru Ru, I want a great grandson? Why don’t I have one?”

Lin Ruoxi, “You already have three kids and two of them still drink milk every day. You don’t need a grandson let alone a great grandson.”

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Marshal Yi, “It’s that bastard Ah-Chen. Why doesn’t he give me a grandson? Yah... it’s all his fault.”

Zi Xingxi, “!!!!”

Zi Xingxi, “Ahahahaha.”

Marshal Yi, “What are you laughing at? It’s not funny. Oh, so you think you are better than me just because your son brought home a grandson.”

Lin Ruoxi, “It’s a fuckin rat.”

Zi Feiji covered Hansel’s ears and scolded her, “Shh, he is not a rat. He is a nimsel and a handsome one at that.”

Marshal Yi, “I am going to sort him out tonight. I want a bloody grandson.”

Zi Feiji, “At this rate, you will be lucky if you ever get one from him at all.”

His words directly poked papa bear. Yes, his son was stoic and stone-faced but he was still a vigorous young man and wouldn’t shoot blanks so, of course, he would get a grandson in the future.

Marshal Yi, “You!..... I will force him to get one. Wait and see... tsk, my son is not impotent.”

Zi Xingxi, “Uh, your husband is drunk as fuck.”

Lin Ruoxi, “Yep.... *sigh, here eat some more and talk less.” As she said this she shoved some shredded duck meat into his mouth effectively shutting him up for a while.

Zi Xingxi chuckled again as she placed her finger on her upper lip covering her smile. Old Lu glanced at her in the review mirror and also smiled. It was good to see the young miss smile like this. She had never been the same ever since the prince died.

A bright light shone in the hovercar followed by the buzzing sound from her light brain. It was a message from Lynn Feng. In fact, it was a location, the location of the person she was looking for. Zi Xingxi immediately raised her head and called out to Old Lu.

“Old Lu, drop me off ahead. I have something I need to take care of,” she said her expression grim with all that warmth from before vanished completely.

Old Lu nod his head and pulled over. “Be careful young miss. I will take care of the master,” said Old Lu.

Zi Xingxi showed a slight smile before saying, “Thank you,” and stepped out. A minute later a hovercar descended from who knows where and the doors opened for Zi Xingxi.

She sat inside and secretary K handed her a semi-automatic handgun as he explained, “He is currently at his love nest. E.T.A five minutes.”

Zi Xingxi nodded her head showing that she understood. She flicked her figures in a gesture that seemed to suggest that she was asking for something.

Secretary K took out a suppressor and gave it to her. As she attached it to the muzzle of her semi automatic she said, “We enter through the front door. Make sure no one comes to his aid.”

“Yes ma’am,” replied Secretary K as he sent instructions to the team that was on standby.

In under five minutes a series of black hovercars parked in front of a clubhouse type of property with some of them blocking the entrance and exit.

Zi Xingxi’s brows furrowed as the hovercar parked in front of the clubhouse. She stepped out of the hovercar without even making an attempt to conceal her weapon. She stepped into the dimly lit clubhouse with an overbearing aura that could never be replicated.

Her men held back the staff that was approaching her giving her free passage. Zi Xingxi headed down the dim corridor with Secretary K right in front of her leading the way.

Two minutes later.....

BANG!

The door to the suite was kicked open followed by loud screams coming from other places. Thinking it was a wife coming here to catch her husband cheating the escorts a.k.a. high-end prostitutes scattered like cockroaches in the night.

The scarlet light flashing in the dim lit room revealed Zi Xingxi’s devilish grin giving off an eerie vibe. The two people on the bed abruptly separated while pulling the covers.

The young man on the bed grabbed the bed sheet and jumped off but before he could leave Secretary K grasped his neck and tossed him to the ground.

The young man grimaced in pain but he didn’t dare cry out. Just now he was being drilled by his sugar daddy to the point that his back was going to break now he was being tossed to the ground. Fully aware of his own strengths and when to fight he lay quietly on the ground reducing his sense of existence.