That time, Evan Lin helped Joy Zheng solve the trouble with the Qi family by defeating their yin-yang master, Raymond Cold, saving the Zhengs from crisis.
Faye Zheng, driving, glanced at Evan Lin in the passenger seat.
Evan Lin pointed out the key issue.
Faye Zheng sighed, nodded, then shook her head, looking conflicted: "If Liana just wanted to come home or ask for money, it wouldn't be a big deal."
Grandpa and Grandma are soft-hearted, and Second Uncle’s family doesn’t care much about money. Besides, how much could Liana really spend? For the Zhengs, it’s not even a problem.
But it seems like something’s gotten to Liana—she’s changed completely, her personality’s gone cold and withdrawn, and she makes everyone feel really uncomfortable.
The most crucial thing is her boyfriend—he gives off a seriously sinister vibe.
Faye Zheng searched for words, and when she said 'sinister,' her expression kept shifting, clearly uneasy.
Last time at Oceanport University, when Faye Zheng and Evan Lin ran into Rachel Liu together, Faye noticed there seemed to be something special between Rachel and Evan.
That’s why, afterward, Faye started asking around about Rachel Liu and began paying more attention to her. She kept it all pretty low-key, so Rachel never even knew.
“Not necessary.”
Evan Lin shook his head, not exposing Faye Zheng’s little inner scheme: “You said something happened with the Zheng family—what is it? Go ahead, tell me.”
“Mm.”
When Evan brought it up, Faye Zheng’s smile instantly faded, replaced by a hint of worry: “My older cousin is back.”
“Older cousin?”
Evan Lin looked curious.
As for the Zheng family, Evan had only met Old Master Zheng, Old Madam Mary Zheng, Leon Zheng, Hans Zheng, Joy Zheng’s sister Claire Zheng, Autumn Zheng, and Faye Zheng herself.
After Faye finished her explanation, the car made several turns, then sped straight ahead.
Before this, Evan hadn’t really cared much about the rest—after all, in his eyes, the Zheng family itself wasn’t that important. What mattered was that it gave Joy Zheng a safe place to call home.
That’s the key point.
Soon enough, they arrived at the Zheng Estate.
Faye Zheng parked the car. As Evan Lin stepped out, he sensed someone watching from afar.
Faye, who’s that?
At this point, Faye Zheng pursed her lips, looking deeply worried.
Evan Lin looked up and saw a woman sprawled on a lounge chair under a sunshade on the second-floor balcony of the estate.
Her hair was dyed pale gold. She wasn’t exactly beautiful, but her features were sharp. She held a glass of red wine, casting a scrutinizing gaze at Evan Lin.
Her eyes were sizing him up like he was some outsider invading her territory.
“After she went abroad, the Zheng family started declining, and she lost touch with us more and more. A few years ago, she asked for a big chunk of living expenses. When the Qi family had us cornered, she completely cut off contact.”
Faye Zheng called out to Liana Zheng, then turned to Evan Lin and quietly explained, "That’s Liana."
Evan Lin nodded, not commenting either way.
That time, it was Evan Lin who helped the Zheng family out of trouble—he stepped up, defeated the Qi family’s yin-yang mage, Raymond Cold, and saved the Zhengs from disaster.
So this big sister of yours, when the Zheng family was in trouble, she ran off—now that the Zhengs are on the rise, she comes running back to get a piece of the pie?
Evan Lin pointed out the key issue.
But Faye Zheng sighed, nodded at first, then shook her head, looking conflicted: "If she just wanted to come home or ask for some money, that wouldn't be a big deal."
Grandpa and Grandma are soft-hearted, and Second Uncle’s family doesn’t care much about money. Besides, how much could Liana really spend? For the Zhengs, it’s not even a problem.
But it seems like something’s gotten to Liana—she’s changed completely, her personality’s gone cold and withdrawn, and she makes everyone feel really uncomfortable.
The most crucial thing is her boyfriend—he gives off a seriously sinister vibe.
Faye Zheng searched for words, and when she said 'sinister,' her expression kept shifting, clearly uneasy.
Just say what you’re thinking.
Evan Lin nodded, scenery outside the car window flying by.
Faye Zheng’s driving was steady—maybe because Evan Lin was in the passenger seat, she eased up on the gas a little.
Ever heard of Western monsters?
Faye Zheng hesitated for a moment, then spoke up.
Western monsters?
Evan Lin paused: "I’ve read novels and stuff—Westerners are all about vampires and werewolves."
Is that what you mean by monsters?
I’m not sure. He just feels really creepy—once you see him, you’ll get it.
After Faye finished speaking, the car took a few turns, then sped straight ahead.
Judging by her expression, she wasn’t sure what he really was either.
That only made Evan Lin more curious.
Soon enough, they arrived at the Zheng Estate.
Faye Zheng parked the car. As Evan Lin stepped out, he sensed someone watching from afar.
Faye, who’s that?
It was a lazy woman’s voice, not particularly soft.
Evan Lin looked up and saw a woman sprawled on a lounge chair under a sunshade on the second-floor balcony of the estate.
Her hair was dyed pale gold. She wasn’t exactly beautiful, but her features were sharp. She held a glass of red wine, casting a scrutinizing gaze at Evan Lin.
Her eyes were sizing him up like he was some outsider invading her territory.
That’s Evan Lin, Aunt Autumn Zheng’s son.
Faye Zheng called out to Liana Zheng, then turned to Evan Lin and quietly explained, "That’s Liana."
Evan Lin nodded, but before he could say anything, Liana Zheng suddenly stood up.
She stepped forward, resting her hands on the balcony railing, bent over, eyes narrowed, and switched positions to look at Evan Lin: "Oh, so you’re the grandson Grandpa and Grandma have been talking about lately?"
You look decent, but before you enter this house, shouldn’t you call me ‘big sis’?
Liana Zheng’s lips curled up with a teasing smile. She swirled her wine, looking a bit tipsy—like she might fall off the balcony at any moment.