CHAPTER 358: CHAPTER 80: SCHEMES SEEN AND UNSEEN (PART 2)

"I’m about to no longer be Mengshan Company’s staff, and if I’m not mistaken, basic office personnel should not be entitled to first-class treatment," Zhou Ziang wasn’t impressed with the small favors given to him when he tendered his resignation. "What about Locke? I remember only notifying him that I’ll be coming back."

Zhou Ziang had already booked his return flight ticket, for early morning at eight o’clock tomorrow, and completing his resignation and graduation procedures would just take a day.

"It was Locke who informed me, asking me to pick you up and bring you back to the company. Locke and my mother, they want to have a serious talk with you," Aisha would only make such a condescending effort for Zhou Ziang. Upon learning that Zhou Ziang was leaving Mengshan and also returning to China, she was not pleased.

So many Chinese people come to the United States to study, and they stay after getting a green card, yet this Zhou Ziang, not only naturally obtuse, is also unenlightened, actually resigning from such a good job to go back to the China Aisha considers backward.

"I can take a taxi back myself, it’s not necessary to go out of your way for me," Zhou Ziang didn’t even carry his luggage, simply walking out of the waiting hall empty-handed.

Aisha, disregarding so many pairs of eyes in the airport, threw herself into Zhou Ziang’s arms, her fiery red lips and eyes seeming about to brand Zhou Ziang.

Staggering backward, Aisha looked at Zhou Ziang in disbelief. He had actually pushed her away, right in front of so many people, he pushed her away.

"This is a public place, and I’m not one of those flies hovering around you," Zhou Ziang strode out of the airport, leaving a disheveled Aisha behind.

Her golden hair draped over her face, which was brighter than snow, as tears swelled up in her eyes. Aisha, roared furiously like an extremely angry lioness: "Zhou Ziang, you watch, one day you will come begging to me."

During his return to the institute, Zhou Ziang received a call from Locke.

"Ang, I heard you humiliated Aisha at the airport, well done, kid. You stood up for us men," Locke knew that Aisha’s boyfriends were numerous, like mosquitoes in summer, and he didn’t think highly of her. But given Aisha’s character, having faced a setback, she would surely hold a grudge.

In fact, at that moment, Locke had worriedly sneaked into the airport and was stunned by the scene; so much that he didn’t immediately react and follow Zhou Ziang.

Aisha’s beauty was irresistible to many men, all the more so because behind her stood the wealthy Roster family. The Roster family was a very mysterious and ancient family. For the United States, which only has a history of two hundred years, the Roster family with over five hundred years of history, originating from the ancient nobility of Europe, was very rare.

Celeste was the head of the Roster family for that generation. Thinking of Celeste, Locke couldn’t help but shudder with fear.

Aisha’s beauty came from her mother, yet nobody knew who Aisha’s father was. If it wasn’t for his knowledge of Celeste’s cold-bloodedness and her research habit of killing animals at will, Locke might have been as infatuated with her as most of the researchers at Mengshan Company.

"Ang, speaking of which, you never had a girlfriend in the United States, did you? This urgency to leave the United States, is it because there’s a young girlfriend waiting for you in China?" Locke tried to lighten the mood to make their upcoming meeting go smoother.

"Locke, I didn’t come back to the United States to hear your jokes. Is everything regarding the paperwork ready? Once I finish the procedures, I’ll return to China," Zhou Ziang plucked a few strands of golden hair from his sleeve.

A month ago, black hairs of similar length but different color had also clung to him, those were hers. Why is it that it’s also hair, yet doesn’t cause him to feel any disgust, rather they were soft, like fine silk.

"She’s still a student," That day, after Zhou Ziang found the competition participant’s information, he found the name of the school written on it.

At that time, Xiao Xian was eating lunch at the commercial street with Zhang Yiyi, and Zhou Ziang, mingling in the crowd, did not attract her attention.

Seeing that Xiao Xian had recovered, Zhou Ziang felt relieved. However, another question followed quickly, "How old are normal high school students? Sixteen or seventeen," He is a full four or five years older than her, but age was not the issue.

If not mistaken, the legal marriage age in China is twenty-three for males and twenty for females. He is twenty-one this year, and if Zhu Xiaoxian is sixteen, then they will have to wait five more years.

Initially, Zhou Ziang was also shocked that he had the thought of marrying a girl much younger than himself, but then he thought that since he kissed her (well, perhaps she kissed him, this matter doesn’t need to be scrutinized), for Zhou Ziang, who was little influenced by the Western openness of male-female relationships, marrying her was a way of showing responsibility.

And more importantly, she is also a Cultivator; the only person who can be with him for a long time must also be a Cultivator. So, it seems they are very suitable, and they can motivate each other and make progress together in the future. (Scoffs at his brother’s old-fashioned thinking)

Then just wait a few years. If after a few years, he still hasn’t found a way back to Yunteng, he’d marry Zhu Xiaoxian, Zhou Ziang made a decision in his heart. But what he forgot, having no experience in love, was the consideration of mutual willingness in marriage; the girl doesn’t even know his intentions. Besides, Xiao Xian was not fourteen or fifteen - they were a full ten years apart, not five or six.

"Hello? Ang, are you still on the line? I’ll stop kidding," Locke pulled Zhou Ziang back from his wandering thoughts, thinking Zhou Ziang was angry, he quickly got back to the main topic.

"Yes, I’m listening. I’m on my way to the institute," Zhou Ziang responded indifferently.

"We’re not going to the institute, let’s set up another location," Locke had already driven towards the agreed place. Riding with him, heading to the Mengshan headquarters, was a rugged bearded man with an American Western cowboy style.

"Which place?" Zhou Ziang furrowed his brows, wondering about Locke’s intentions.

"The Underground Biopark in the suburbs. Congratulations, that place is only accessible to official senior researchers. In Mengshan Company, those who qualify to enter there don’t exceed the number of fingers on two hands," Locke seriously mentioned a place Zhou Ziang had never heard of.

"Alright, tell me the exact location," Zhou Ziang agreed without hesitation.

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