Stealing The Wind But Not The Moon [Completed]

47. Zhuangshan Was The Wedge.

Xiang Mingzhang stood up with a hint of awkwardness, uncertain of what to say. Every sentence he had uttered just now had been crystal clear.

Chu Zhichen regarded him for a few seconds before lifting his hand and throwing the ID folder casually over the back of the sofa. "You dropped this."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Zhichen turned around and left.

Xiang Mingzhang hurriedly ran after him, the sky shrouded in heavy clouds. A taxi parked on the side of the road, and Chu Zhichen got into it without looking back.

Xiang Mingzhang briskly made his way to the other side, opened the car door, and got in.

The driver seemed a bit perplexed, his gaze shifting between the two of them, before wisely choosing to remain silent.

Chu Zhichen sat upright, the dim lighting in the car futilely attempting to conceal his face, drawing a slender, light gray line on his browbone and bridge of his nose, creating a steep and sharp effect.

He had presumed that the music festival was over, and that the matter with Xingyu would also come to an end. But he hadn't expected Xiang Mingzhang to not only warn him verbally about avoiding Xingyu, but also "dismiss" him behind his back.

Chu Zhichen had never been interested in exploring or delving into the past, let alone digging up one or two objects. But Xiang Mingzhang has a far-sighted vision, fearing that he might rekindle old feelings with someone.

Chu Zhichen found it absurd and asked coldly, "Mr. Xiang, what's the meaning behind going to such great lengths?"

Now that the truth had been revealed, instead of putting on a pretense, it would be best to be a little straightforward. Xiang Mingzhang said, "I care about what you think of me."

Chu Zhichen replied, "Well, then I don't deserve your concern, and I can't accept this kind of care."

"What kind?" Xiang Mingzhang retorted, displeased. "You have amnesia, you don't remember anything. I'm just keeping those troublesome people away from you. What's the problem?"

Chu Zhichen responded, "If I don't remember anything, why bother? Are you worried that I'll be deceived? Or perhaps you think I'm fickle and incapable of change, and you don't trust me?"

Xiang Mingzhang inquired, "Are you upset with me now because of those indifferent people?"

"Should I thank you?" Chu Zhichen retorted. "Thank you for taking care of those indifferent people. So, what's next? Investigating me?"

Xiang Mingzhang explained, "I also wanted to ask you directly, but since you don't remember anything, I had to seek assistance."

Chu Zhichen couldn't help but raise his voice, "Then why do you need to know?"

Xiang Mingzhang replied, "I want to understand you better."

A flicker of panic flashed across Chu Zhichen's eyes. Pocket watches, past experiences, knowledge—everything Xiang Mingzhang was attempting to fathom was incongruous with the "Chu Zhichen" of the past.

He clenched his fist tightly, pressing his fingertips into his palm, as if cutting off the lines of fate. He declared, "I don't want to be understood by you."

Xiang Mingzhang was stunned, his expression growing extremely unpleasant. "Chu Zhichen, what did you say?"

The atmosphere in the car took a sharp turn, the expressions of the two of them freezing into icy masks. The driver remained motionless against the backrest, not even daring to breathe.

Chu Zhichen swallowed hard, each word forced out of his throat, wrapped in determination. He repeated, "I don't want to be understood by you. I hope you won't overstep your bounds."