The Beautiful CEO's Close Bodyguard

Chapter 1721: Chapter 1707

Zhou Ang returned home to find that Uncle Fu was still there. He smiled, with a hint of fatigue in his smile, "Uncle Fu, go home and rest. You’ve worked hard."

Uncle Fu gently shook his head, "It’s not hard work. It’s so late; where did you go, young master?"

Could it be that he really went to Wen Zaao’s house? Lately, I don’t know what’s up with Wen Zaao. She hasn’t come to play with the young master. She used to run over every few days.

Uncle Fu was a bit puzzled. He curiously asked, "Young master, why hasn’t Lady Wen come over lately?"

Zhou Ang’s face grew more somber. He pressed his lips tightly and said nothing.

Uncle Fu noticed that his mood seemed a bit off. He furrowed his brows slightly. Did he just ask something he shouldn’t have?

He guessed in his heart that maybe Zhou Ang and Wen Zaao were having a little tiff. It’s normal for young people to have small quarrels, which would be fine in a few days.

"By the way, young master, while tidying up Mr. Wen’s things after you left, I suddenly remembered something."

Uncle Fu reminisced, deliberately trying to change the subject by finding something else to talk about.

"What is it?"

Zhou Ang collected his thoughts and looked up at Uncle Fu, asking.

Uncle Fu sat down opposite Zhou Ang, rubbed his hands together, and said, "It’s about Mr. Wen and Wufeng Palace."

Wufeng Palace?

"I remember back then, because of Wufeng Palace, Mr. Wen and Mr. Wen had a big argument."

Uncle Fu sighed slightly, "Mr. Wen had never argued with Mr. Wen before. That time, I don’t know why they suddenly had an irreconcilable dispute. I only heard it was about Wufeng Palace. Later, I found out that Mr. Wen had joined Wufeng Palace."

Zhou Ang looked at Uncle Fu in shock, "You say my dad joined the Wufeng Palace sect?"

Uncle Fu nodded, "I remember it clearly. Mr. Wen had this emblem on his wrist. Back then, Mr. Wen saw the emblem on Mr. Wen’s wrist and argued with him. In Mr. Wen’s eyes, Wufeng Palace was a dangerous entity. I remember Mr. Wen saying this sect seemed more like a cult. They shouldn’t be reckless about things they didn’t understand, but Mr. Wen didn’t listen, and they had a huge fight."

Zhou Ang sat on the sofa in deep thought for a long time before he spoke, "I remember my mom saying, my dad and Uncle Wen were as close as one could be. If it weren’t for them being the most loving couple, the envy of others, she would have suspected my dad liked men."

Yet, these two people as close as one could be ended up having a big argument over an enigmatic sect.

"And then what?"

Zhou Ang asked again, "Did they reconcile later?"

Uncle Fu nodded, "They reconciled, but their relationship wasn’t the same as before."

Zhou Ang frowned, "Not like before?"

Uncle Fu nodded again, "Because Mr. Wen joined Wufeng Palace, his time was no longer as free; he was busy every day. No one knew what Mr. Wen was busy with, not even the madam, because Mr. Wen didn’t spend much time on research anymore. This greatly displeased Mr. Wen."

Indeed, they had vowed to become the leading figures in the area. But midway, his father stopped, stagnating. Anyone would be angry, upset, and disappointed about that.

Moreover, Uncle Wen and his father were once such good friends and brothers.

"And then?"

Zhou Ang’s tone carried a bit of unwitting disappointment. He didn’t understand why his father joined Wufeng Palace and didn’t approve of it.

But this was a matter from twenty years ago. Even if he disagreed a thousand times, it would be of no avail.

Uncle Fu shook his head gently, "There was no later. After their huge argument, their relationship was like a crystal ball dropped to the ground. Once shattered, it was shattered, with no signs of mending, and anyone would feel awkward seeing it."

"So my dad didn’t pursue the ancient artifact research field anymore?" Zhou Ang was puzzled. If not, then how was the Ancient Artifact Research Institute established?

Uncle Fu’s eyes flickered, as if avoiding something. He cleared his throat lightly and said, "Young master, it’s late. You should rest early."

Zhou Ang looked at Uncle Fu suspiciously. Why did he suddenly stop talking when it got to this point?

"Uncle Fu, are you hiding something from me?"

Zhou Ang’s sharp gaze fell on him, carrying a bit of suspicion.

Uncle Fu was stunned, then sighed slightly. He wanted to speak but didn’t dare. In case he said it, given Zhou Ang’s temper, he would definitely...

He didn’t even dare to imagine the consequences.

"Uncle Fu, I know you must be hiding something from me. Just tell me honestly, no need to hide anything."

Zhou Ang thought Uncle Fu was worried about his heart being unable to bear it. He slightly twisted his lips into a smile, "Nothing could shock me anymore."

The things he saw, those he experienced and didn’t, he had already seen them with indifference.

Uncle Fu couldn’t bear to see his face of utter hopelessness, feeling a surge of pity, "Young master, I am indeed hiding some things from you, but it’s better if you don’t know them. It’s not only for your health but also for your relationship with Lady Wen."

Zhou Ang frowned, "Related to Zaozao?"

After asking, he decisively shook his head, "No, it’s not related to Zaozao, it’s about my father and Uncle Wen, isn’t it?"

Under Zhou Ang’s gaze, Uncle Fu’s eyes didn’t know where to look, and his hands were restlessly placed on his knees.

"Uncle Fu!"

Zhou Ang’s voice raised slightly, "Uncle Fu, what else are you hiding from me? Just tell me the truth. You know my character. If I find out you’re hiding something, I’ll definitely get to the bottom of it. Even if I don’t get the answer from you, I’ll find it somewhere else."

Uncle Fu’s cloudy eyes were mixed with some worry and reluctance, "Young master, do you have to know?"

It’s all because of his loose mouth that he leaked it! How infuriating!

Zhou Ang’s gaze was determined, "Yes! I must know!"

Uncle Fu, helpless, sighed heavily, "Actually, the original founder of the Ancient Artifact Research Institute was Mr. Wen."

"What!"

Zhou Ang stood up in shock, his eyes filled with disbelief, "What did you just say?"

Uncle Fu bitterly smiled, "After Mr. Wen joined Wufeng Palace, he focused solely on cultivating some martial arts, practicing some mental method, completely neglecting the business he once loved. And this Ancient Object Research was established by Mr. Wen with the achievement funds after achieving some scientific success back then."

Zhou Ang still couldn’t believe it. He slowly sat back on the sofa, his voice hollow as he asked, "And then what? What happened after that?"