Chapter 2281: Custom Lover (16)

Chapter 2281: Chapter 2281: Custom Lover (16)

Chuzheng pondered for a bit and felt something was off.

The reason this man wants to kill Fong Yan is a bit absurd.

Just because the hospital belongs to Fong Yan, he’s transferring his hatred there?

What kind of twisted logic is this?

"Where did you get your bomb? According to your records, you don’t have knowledge in this area. During your attack, the elevator and safety passage in the banquet hall closed. I asked the hotel staff, they didn’t close it. Someone helped you, who is this person?"

"I..."

Chuzheng pointed at the person in the video: "Think carefully before you speak."

"You... dare to kill..."

Chuzheng’s tone was indifferent: "A robot killing is merely a case of destruction, what does that have to do with me?"

A chill rose from the man’s heart and rushed to his forehead.

"My patience is limited, if you keep going in circles, you’ll have to collect your brother’s corpse."

"I... I don’t know who that person is, he told me to do this, said he’d give me some money, and... also find a matching source for my brother."

He indeed hated the person who robbed his brother’s opportunity and hated Fong Yan.

Such events wouldn’t happen without approval from above, right?

Why are they high and mighty, able to decide the life and death of people like them with just a word?

But at first, he was only hateful.

With his ability, what could he do?

Later, after meeting that person, for some reason, his hatred for Fong Yan grew stronger.

He wished Fong Yan would die.

"Why are you still alive?"

The man stared blankly at Fong Yan, no longer showing the previous ferocity and anger, as if he suddenly lost his soul.

"Why are you still alive?"

He repeated the sentence, his voice somewhat stiff, his lips moving without making a sound.

"What did you say?" Fong Yan suddenly grabbed the man’s collar: "How do you know this? Who are you?"

Fong Yan’s sudden outburst made Chuzheng jump.

"Fong Yan..."

"Hahaha!!" The man laughed twice, then his body twitched and collapsed, his eyes wide open but devoid of spirit.

Fong Yan’s emotions were somewhat uncontrollable, grabbing the man’s body: "How do you know this? What do you know!"

Chuzheng held Fong Yan down: "He’s dead."

Fong Yan released the man, stunned for a while before recovering, leaning against the car window as if exhausted.

-

After Fong Yan’s emotional outburst, he remained silent, just sitting there without a word.

Until all the bombs at the hotel were defused and Chuzheng prepared to leave, Fong Yan finally seemed to come around, sending someone to take the man away.

"Where are you taking him?"

"He died under strange circumstances, checking the cause." Fong Yan’s tone was calm.

Indeed strange, the last words he said sounded as if he were controlled...

But at the time, she was present and didn’t notice anything unusual, so how was he controlled?

Fong Yan didn’t seem to want to talk, returning to the villa straight to his room without coming out.

Chuzheng stood at the door for a few minutes before calmly leaving.

The Good Person Card doesn’t seem happy, let him cool off on his own to avoid any trouble for me.

-

Past midnight, Fong Yan knocked on Chuzheng’s door, asking her to chat.

Chuzheng: "..."

Chat at midnight!!

Can’t you pick another time?

Is this time meant for chatting?

"Your behavior was a bit out of line today," said Fong Yan.

"Where was it out of line? I didn’t even lay a hand on him!"

Fong Yan’s definition of out of line and Chuzheng’s clearly weren’t the same standard.

"Why did you threaten him with Jhiang Hai’s brother?" She already knows how to exploit people’s feelings... did she learn that quickly?

And what she did today...

Was really unexpected.

Chuzheng justified herself: "That’s what made him talk."

Fong Yan frowned: "If he didn’t talk, would you really have killed his brother?"

I’m not that cruel, just scared him a bit.

Chuzheng put on a bossy face: "Depends on my mood."

"..."

Fong Yan asked a few more questions, but Chuzheng wasn’t willing to answer, so she brushed him off casually.

Fong Yan could clearly sense the brush-off.

He doubted once again, is this really artificial intelligence?

President Fong, who had never seen autonomous artificial intelligence, was at a loss.

The feeling of his own child straying off path, but not knowing where to start fixing it, constantly weighed on his soul.

Chuzheng didn’t want to speak, and he couldn’t force her.

"The second question, why did you become the owner of Katys Hotel?"

"I bought it."

"Where did the money come from?"

"..."

"I’ve told you, you cannot use your abilities to do illegal things."

"I didn’t! Stop accusing me!"

"Then where did the money come from?" Fong Yan demanded a reasonable explanation from Chuzheng, otherwise the money’s source was illegal.

Chuzheng: "..."

"Mind your own business!" Chuzheng suddenly snapped fiercely.

"I’m your guardian now."

"I didn’t agree." Chuzheng was fiercer: "You just say it is?"

Fong Yan: "You are registered under my name as a robot, so I’m your guardian."

"I’m your companion robot," Chuzheng corrected: "Need me to tell you what a companion robot is?"

"..."

But you’re a companion robot with autonomous consciousness, is that the same?

Chuzheng coldly stared at him: "It’s late, does President Fong need me to serve you for rest?"

Fong Yan’s gaze suddenly shifted, taking out a card and placing it on the table: "This is my supplementary card, use it for anything you need with this card."

Chuzheng: "!!!"

Is the Good Person Card a devil?

Who cares about your card!

I can’t even spend my own.

"You keep it to buy candy." Chuzheng left with swagger, hands on hips: "Call me anytime if you need me in bed."

Fong Yan: "..."

-

Chuzheng returned to her room, constantly replaying the earlier scene, confirming the last word the man said was ’Garcia’.

Whose name is this?

Chuzheng did a search, the name is too common, nothing special about it.

Yet it made Fong Yan lose control...

Chuzheng lay on the bed, feeling rather uncheerful.

She remembered the girl in the photo again...

Feeling even less cheerful.

Chuzheng suddenly sat up, considering the girl’s photo and Garcia as key information.

Nothing useful on the ordinary network...

Wait a minute!

"Bastard, give me Fong Yan’s data." Why was she searching here, doesn’t the King’s Account have it?!

This Good Person Card hasn’t gone dark yet!

Without darkening, the data on the Good Person Card, unless Chuzheng asks, the King’s Account won’t provide it.

This damn thing is so cunning!

[...]

The King’s Account thought Chuzheng had forgotten it, who knew she’d suddenly remember now.