<h4>Chapter 787: Chapter 787: Young Master Zhong, You Ate the Most</h4><h4></h4>


    Zhong Yi made a great effort to calm his emotions, finally suppressing the anger in his heart.


    He paused and said, "Huo Xingzhou was poisoned too?"


    Wan Jiang nodded, "Yes, President Huo was indeed poisoned too. Young Master Sun probably didn’t set this up to target you on purpose."


    Zhong Yi felt somewhat bnced psychologically.


    After all, Huo Xingzhou was in the same situation.


    "Did he vomit too? Was he also this embarrassed?"


    "Probably, food poisoning is usually like this. It’s just that you consumed more, which is why it’s particrly severe. But the doctors have already said, as long as you rest for a few days, you’ll be fine. You..."


    "I want to go out."


    Zhong Yi’s face was pale as he was on an IV drip.


    He had been tormented all night, looking listless, and his appearancecked some of his usual gentle temperament. Instead, he seemed more like someone not to be messed with.


    "Where are you going?"


    "Did you find the ce for Feng Nanxi and Pei Qian’s arranged meeting?"


    "Found it, at a newly opened western restaurant in the Imperial Capital. It’s still early now, they probably haven’t arrived. They should be meeting over lunch, I’ve had people watching them the whole time."


    Wan Jiang knew that Zhong Yi was investigating Feng Nanxi, so he didn’t ck off.


    "Hmm, then let’s go outter. Reserve a table for me at the western restaurant..."


    "Are you nning to dine there? The doctor advised you to eat lightly, western food isn’t easy to digest." Wan Jiang looked at him worriedly.


    The first day of the new year already had a bad start, it just felt inauspicious.


    But thinking that the Huo Family was in the same situation bnced it internally for him.


    "I know what I’m doing."


    Zhong Yiy on the bed, pausing before speaking.


    He hadn’t felt this wretched even when hurt at Thirteen Bay, this torment made him wish he could cut Sun Weimeng into pieces.


    "Then you rest for now, I’ll arrange everything ande back to inform you."


    "Alright."


    ...


    Three hourster, the Zhong Family’s Cullinan was parked at the entrance of the new inte-famous restaurant in the Imperial Capital.


    This ce operated on reservations, and walk-in customers were politely turned away at the door.


    Although it was an inte-famous restaurant, it looked more upscale and tranquil, without any chaotic filming.


    Zhong Yi and Wan Jiang were politely invited inside.


    The waiter knew the notoriety of the Zhong Family; almost everyone in the Imperial Capital was discussing that the heir position of the Zhong Family might fall to Zhong Lingxiao, but ordinary people still dared not treat this young master of the Zhong Family with disrespect.


    That was the prestigious Zhong Family! Just a stomp could shake many people.


    "Young Master Zhong, please, we have reserved a private room specifically for you."


    "No, I’ll sit in the main hall."


    Zhong Yi pointed to the table near therge ss window at the far end, which was rtively hidden, one wouldn’t notice it without looking intently.


    "Okay, no problem. You can bring any request to us, I’ll get the menu for you right away."


    "Thank you."


    Zhong Yi moved slowly; today he didn’t use a wheelchair, and after being exhausted in the morning, he looked even more unwell.


    Wan Jiang followed behind him, softly saying, "Young Master, how about I help you?"


    "No need, I can still walk."


    Just a bit slower.


    After hearing this, Wan Jiang dared not say more, lest this ancestor get angry as he was difficult to appease.


    Zhong Yi looked indifferent, with a hint of coldness upon closer inspection.


    He was tortured by illness, not in a good mood. But usually, he wasn’t a bloodthirsty arrogant type, and those unfamiliar wouldn’t notice much. At most, they’d think he preferred not to talk.


    Wan Jiang pulled out a chair for him to sit down.


    Only then did he sit on the other side.


    The waiter quickly brought the menu and poured each of them a ss of lemon water.


    "Young Master Zhong, let me introduce our restaurant’s signature dishes; all guests love them. First, there’s this dish..."


    "Do you have white porridge?"


    "Pardon?" The waiter was momentarily stunned.


    Zhong Yi looked up and asked again, "I said, do you have white porridge?"


    This time, the waiter understood, "You mean white porridge?"


    "Yes, I want something light today, can you make it?"


    "Yes! Definitely! Your wish is ourmand!"


    Though the waiter was shocked, he nodded.


    "Also, make some small side dishes, is that okay?"


    "Yes, yes!"


    In all the time this restaurant had been open, it’s the first time someone came to drink white porridge.


    But for Zhong Yi, any request could be fulfilled. Even if he wanted donkey rolls in a western restaurant, they could make it happen.


    The waiter hurriedly left, conveying Zhong Yi’s request to the kitchen. The chef initially wanted to curse, but upon hearing it was the young master of the Zhong Family, he immediately held back.


    These young masters are really headstrong!


    Wanting white porridge at a western restaurant, there are plenty of porridge spots outside. Yet, he had to showcase his culinary skills to make this porridge, or what if that Young Master Zhong decided to tear down their western restaurant out of displeasure.


    A small y pot was simmering the white porridge, using the finest rice.


    The key to the porridge was in controlling the heat, but the side dishes were the main challenge. The chef worked hard to prepare six small side dishes, some refreshing, others spicy, soft, hard, offering a variety as he was unsure of Young Master Zhong’s tastes.


    "Alright, serves will be ready soon. Do not let our distinguished guest wait long."


    "Yes."


    ...


    In the restaurant’s main hall, Wan Jiang had the waiter rece Zhong Yi’s lemon water with in water.


    "Young Master Zhong, drink less lemon water now."


    As he spoke, Wan Jiang nced outside, "Here! They’re here!"


    Two luxury cars arrived one after another outside, with Pei Qian walking into the western restaurant first without any gentlemanly demeanor. He didn’t even bother to check on the Feng Familydy behind him. It seemed there were other people in the Pei Family’s car, possibly elders here to supervise the meeting.


    The two young people entered the restaurant one after the other, choosing the table before Zhong Yi’s, where green nts served as separators between tables, allowing glimpses through.


    The soundproofing wasn’t great.


    Pei Qian sat facing the restaurant entrance, with his back to Zhong Yi.


    And Feng Nanxi was sitting opposite him.


    The young girl was lively and cute, with bright eyes full of expression. She had some beauty, but she was very young.


    She hadn’t done much to her appearance, arriving with a in face, a pair of ck-framed sses covering most of her face.


    She wore a loose, casual coat, with her hair casually tied.


    She slumped into her chair, flipping through the restaurant menu.


    She didn’t give Pei Qian a second nce.


    Pei Qian, known as a yboy in the Imperial Capital, was used to being surrounded by voluptuous, morous women, and had dated many pure college students. It was his first time encountering a girl so unkempt, and his handsome face darkened.


    In a bad mood, he said, "Hey! Where’s your courtesy to put on makeup when meeting someone?"


    Feng Nanxi put down the menu, lifted herrge sses, and looked at him, "Don’t you know my name? Who are you calling ’hey’? Your manners aren’t any better."


    Well then.


    First time seeing people bicker the moment they start an arranged meeting.


    Wan Jiang couldn’t help but perk up his ears, eager to hear the verbal exchanges from the next table.