Chapter 15: <Revenge is Served Cold Neo>

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<Third Perspective, Elizabeth>


"Granny Zhou." 

"Ah, yes fillial child. Are you going to the town today?" 

"Yep, I'm going to the pavillion. Shall I greet Su young, on the way?" 

"Please do... " The granny slightly smile, ruffling the facial wrinkles to curls, as crow claws appeared on the sides of her twinkling eyes. 

"Of course." 

Granny Zhou;

The first generation of exiles from the almighty Zhou family; casted out from the main family, then joined into the withered branches it is today, few decades ago due to some secretive reason. Suspiciously hidden well, no one ever dares to tell the tale of "why", nor do they hint at anything surrounding the topic; heck, you couldn't even bribe someone. 

Not even with an artifact. Well, perhaps heavenly artifacts would do the trick, but I doubt that anyone would even trade that in for a family secret. 

Imagine if it was a sandal among the wives; that would be the most likely reason, but no one, other than those who were directly involved knows.


"AHA, THE BLUE PRINT FREAK IS HERE" 

I turned my head towards the sudden outburst, and find my eyes catch sight of a small troupe of  kids, who seemed to all average around 6-7 year olds, with the exception of one really little guy in the back. Neo's squeeze tightened around my hand. 

"Ehhh, Jakey, you are right, the blue print freak is here." A nicely dressed, freckled boy teasingly mocked, as he gazed towards Neo with an outlandish huff; only to be returned with my baby's terrified expression. 

Neo's tiny figure hugged itself closer to my clothed legs, and he planted the side of his face to my thigh; the highest his face could reach, while a small round of whimpers escaped his glossy lips.

... Don't tell me it was these sticky boys, who made you act this upset. 

Wow, they're as ugly as their personalities. 

... I cognitively snarled at their silk pants, and furred vests. 

So, it was you. 

Sounds true. 

Rich, spoilt brats hurting my baby?

Who the hell, do you think you're talking to?

Huh? 

You think you can call my baby a freak? 

HAH, THINK AGAIN DUCK-FACE-


"HA, LOO...k... How... Stupid... He...... Loo-"

Their voices came to an abrupt stop, as their eyes widened; staring directly at my face. 


Whoops, you made an oopsy? 

Aha, you forgot I'm here?

Now you regret making fun of my baby? 


Elizabeth purposely let a grimacing darkness veil her face, truly allowing her brown eyes shine, as she crawling into the inner depths of their pupils; scratching every detail of her into their souls.

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