After Breaking the Persona, I Reach the Peak of My Life

Chapter 1021 - 1018: Venting

The rain in Beijing was still falling in scattered drops, albeit now reduced from a torrential downpour to a light drizzle.As the car turned into the red-tiled house at the back of the military compound, Qin Zhan paused for a moment when he saw the person standing at the door. Instead of letting the driver come to a stop, he opened the car door and stepped out directly, "Why are you here?"

Feng Zhihuai glanced up slightly and said plainly, "Went to the cemetery."

"Hmm," Qin Zhan nodded in response, "Why didn’t you go inside?"

Feng Zhihuai didn’t reply immediately. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to go inside; it was because he felt that, after all, this was Qin Zhan’s private domain. More importantly, this place held childhood memories for Qin Zhan, so it wouldn’t be right to enter lightly. That’s the most basic respect.

Nodding at the guard who saluted them, Feng Zhihuai said, "Unfamiliar face."

"They’ve all been replaced," Qin Zhan took out a key, opened the door, and walked straight in, "Some people can’t figure out who their superiors are, so keeping them is pointless."

"Brutal," Feng Zhihuai uttered the word.

With a cold smirk on his lips, Qin Zhan brought out two goblets, placed them on the table, and with indifferent eyes, said, "Autocratic."

Familiar with the place, Feng Zhihuai opened the cabinet, selected a bottle of red wine, uncorked it, and handed it to Qin Zhan, leaning against the table, "Likewise, likewise."

"Thanks for the compliment," Qin Zhan replied coolly, handing a half-filled glass of wine to Feng Zhihuai, "Congrats, your verbal skills have leveled up again."

Taking the wineglass, Feng Zhihuai played with it, "Not bad. After all, there’s someone at home who loves to bicker," he said, raising his eyes to Qin Zhan with a smirk, "and you too. Even in love, you’re still not talkative."

Glancing at Feng Zhihuai, Qin Zhan raised a toast with him, and both of them drank the wine in one gulp. As he refilled the glass, Qin Zhan spoke in an even tone, "We can’t help it; my wife and I understand each other well."

Feng Zhihuai clicked his tongue lightly and chuckled, realizing that previously, he was the one showing off his relationship to Fourth Young Master, but now things have changed, and they were both showing off to each other.

Evidently, Qin Zhan thought of this too, exchanging a glance with Feng Zhihuai and smiling helplessly as they clinked their glasses, "Where’s Xiao Wu?"

"Tired, resting." Feng Zhihuai didn’t elaborate, but with Qin Zhan’s intelligence, how could he not understand?

"Overindulgence harms the body," Qin Zhan commented blandly.

Feng Zhihuai wasn’t annoyed, merely smiled, "See, why did I even bring it up? I forgot Little Nine is still young. A Zhan, it’s hard work for you."

Pausing his actions for a moment, Qin Zhan smiled slightly, "It’s not hard; after all, compared to Big Brother’s restraint for over a decade, my year or two is nothing."

Feng Zhihuai: ...

Placing the wineglass on the table, Feng Zhihuai took off his coat and tossed it on the sofa, then turned toward the door. Qin Zhan ignored Feng Zhihuai’s actions, finished the remaining wine in one gulp, and took off his military uniform, revealing a light green shirt underneath. He paced through the back garden, stood on the lawn, and looked at the man standing in the center.

Feng Zhihuai had one hand in his pocket, relaxed under his black T-shirt that hinted at explosive muscles. Raindrops hung upon him, gradually wetting his dark hair. His eyes half-closed, he slightly lifted his chin. The originally restrained aura suddenly surged, the man who had been through countless life-and-death situations now melted away all the ice around him, flames roaring wildly, like a drawn sword, exuding powerful energy, ready to strike at any moment.

Expressionless as he faced Feng Zhihuai, Qin Zhan undid the top button of his shirt and tugged at it slightly, shook his head, making his already rain-soaked hair even messier. He wiped the rainwater from his face, lifting those slightly upturned, cold, and handsome eyes. The abrupt rise of his aura seemed to flicker on and off, like a cold sharp arrow hidden in the shadows, ready to deliver a deadly strike to Feng Zhihuai across from him. His thin lips curled up slowly, and in that instant, the man known to everyone as the Fourth Young Master of Beijing stood there on the spacious lawn.

Fire and ice met, fire overcoming ice, but ice melted into water, which could overcome fire. From a young age, both were always compared by people within their families. Everyone thought when they grew up, neither would be able to stand the other. Yet unexpectedly, in the end, they became brothers.

"Old rules," Feng Zhihuai said casually.

Qin Zhan’s eyes faintly closed, "With all our strength."

"Whoever holds back is a turtle!"

"Whoever holds back is a turtle!"

As soon as the words fell, both moved simultaneously. Gone was the elegance and courtesy expected of the eldest grandsons of their families. Besides, neither were those kinds of people. To them, such types were represented by Ji Qiutang. All they sought was a good fight once they got started.

And every year on this day, Feng Zhihuai would join Qin Zhan for a brawl.

Because some pains need to be vented.