Dragon Clan: Starting with the Azure Dragon Fruit

The tone lacked any warmth or affection for receiving a gift from an elder; it sounded more like reciting a line that had to be said, revealing an undisguised awkwardness and distance.

It seems this aloof young man comes from a rather complicated family background, so Lin Yuan wisely refrained from saying anything more.

He walked around to the front passenger side and opened the car door.

The car was furnished with brand-new leather seats, and even the floor mats were impeccably clean; the entire vehicle exuded an almost obsessive level of tidiness.

"I'm sorry if I make your car dirty."

Chu Zihang shook his head expressionlessly, indicating that he shouldn't worry about it.

The car door closed, the engine emitted a low roar, and we drove down the winding mountain road.

Chu Zihang drove very steadily, just as he said. Even when going around corners, the car body hardly felt any extra bumps.

The only sound in the carriage was the whooshing of the air conditioning vents, and it was quiet for about seven or eight minutes.

After they left the mountain road, Chu Zihang took the initiative to start a conversation: "Norma just said that your home is in Taoyuan Community?"

His gaze remained fixed on the road ahead, his hands gently gliding the steering wheel through a smooth curve: "That place is quite far from here. It's late now, if you don't mind, why don't you come to my place to rest for the night? My house is quite big."

Lin Yuan turned his head, somewhat surprised.

Norma had only casually mentioned the address during the process, and this guy actually remembered it.

Chu Zihang noticed his silence out of the corner of his eye and thought he was worried about something, so he added, "It's not convenient for you to go back to the community looking like this. Change into clean clothes tomorrow morning and I'll take you back."

Lin Yuan looked down at himself and realized that, just as he had said, it would be very inconvenient to go back directly.

I never imagined that someone with such a stern, expressionless face could be so sensitive inside.

"Alright, then I'll take my leave."

Lin Yuan has never liked to dwell on things. We're all men, and there's no point in being sentimental.

Chapter 17 No wonder he doesn't have a girlfriend

Half an hour later, the BMW X3 stopped in front of an impressive villa.

Lin Yuan looked at the three-story villa in front of him and clicked his tongue inwardly.

Not only is he handsome, but he's also incredibly rich.

God is truly biased.

Just as Lin Yuan was secretly marveling to himself, the two of them walked through the courtyard one after the other and stepped onto the steps of the porch.

Chu Zihang took out his key, but didn't immediately insert it into the lock: "Please be quiet when you come in. My mom... is probably asleep in the living room again."

"Understood." Lin Yuan nodded.

After giving Lin Yuan his instructions, Chu Zihang put the key into the lock and then added, "Dad is usually busy with business and rarely comes back to live here, so you don't need to feel awkward."

The door opened silently under Chu Zihang's deliberate control.

He stepped inside first, took a pair of brand-new slippers from the shoe cabinet in the entryway and handed them to Lin Yuan, then changed into a pair of clean house shoes himself.

By the dim light of the floor lamp, Lin Yuan saw a very beautiful woman lying on the sofa in the center of the living room.

Even in the dim light, the woman's features still looked exquisite. Time seemed to have been exceptionally kind to her, leaving no trace on her face.

Lin Yuan realized that this must be Chu Zihang's mother.

No wonder he could charm so many girls at school with his cold face; he undoubtedly inherited his mother's excellent genes.

However, this beautiful elder's sleeping posture was rather unsteady.

She was wearing a silk nightgown, clutching a cushion in her arms, a slight smile on her lips, as if she had encountered something happy in her dream.

The thin blanket that was originally covering her was mostly kicked to the ground by her.

In the years before, she seemed to have been so well protected that she had no worries at all.

This carefree childlike quality is the complete opposite of Chu Zihang's cold and mature temperament.

Seemingly used to his mother's terrible sleeping posture, Chu Zihang tiptoed over, picked up the blanket, covered his mother with it again, and carefully tucked the corners in.

Then, his gaze swept across the coffee table, where an empty glass sat with a ring of white milk stains on the inside.

After confirming that his mother had drunk milk that evening, a hint of gentleness appeared on Chu Zihang's usually expressionless face.

Lin Yuan, who was leaning against the wall in the entryway, saw all of this.

Considering Chu Zihang's previous resistance to being called "Dad," and then looking at the beautiful mother in front of him who, in turn, needed her son's care, she was immediately reminded of this.

The relationships within this family seem somewhat complicated. However, Lin Yuan has always known how to maintain boundaries and has no intention of prying into other people's family affairs.

After settling his mother in, Chu Zihang turned and gestured to Lin Yuan before heading upstairs.

The two went up the solid wood staircase to the second floor.

The corridor was carpeted with soft carpets, which felt as comfortable as sinking into clouds. Several exquisitely framed oil paintings hung on the walls on both sides, and under the lighting above, even those who did not understand art could smell the overwhelming scent of money.

All of this demonstrates the wealth of the male head of the household.

However, Chu Zihang's own room was completely different from the luxurious style outside.

The entire room features a minimalist, cool color scheme, with almost no extra furniture besides the bed, desk, and sofa.

"Please have a seat, I'll go find you a change of clothes." After entering the room, Chu Zihang went straight to the wardrobe.

Lin Yuan sat down on the sofa, his gaze inadvertently sweeping across the table.

Several review materials were stacked on the corner of the table, their spines so neatly aligned it looked as if they had been measured with a ruler.

Only in the gap of the bottom workbook, half of a photo was suddenly exposed, as if it had been hastily stuffed in.

From the edge of the photo, you can vaguely see the man's messy stubble and eccentric smile.

Just then, the soft sound of the sliding door closing came from the wardrobe.

Lin Yuan calmly withdrew his gaze and leaned back against the sofa.

Chu Zihang handed over two neatly folded pieces of clothing, pointing to the glass door in the room: "The bathroom is inside. I haven't worn this outfit yet. We're about the same size, so you can try it on to see if it fits."

After saying that, he turned and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Lin Yuan casually unfolded the T-shirt, revealing an embroidered image of a knight and horse standing upright below the collar.

Although I don't recognize the brand, considering Chu Zihang's BMW X3 and this large villa, this outfit must be the kind of luxury item that hangs in a high-end department store and doesn't even have a price tag displayed.

Looking at the designer clothes in his hand, a thought suddenly popped into Lin Yuan's mind.

If the girls at Shilan Middle School who secretly admire Chu Zihang knew that this usually inconspicuous nobody had not only stayed at Chu Zihang's house tonight but had even used his private bathroom, the razor blades they bought would probably circle this upscale villa area three times over.

Lin Yuan twitched the corners of his mouth, shaking off these pointless thoughts from his mind.

Inside the shower, scalding hot water sprayed from the showerhead, quickly dissolving the scabbed black blood on his body and flushing it down the drain.

Lin Yuan braced his hands against the brick wall and wiped the water droplets from his face.

His previously tired mind now became clear.

There are about two weeks left before I head to Kassel College. I must use this time to quickly build up enough strength to protect myself.

Although he could easily deal with the out-of-control monster he encountered tonight if he encountered it again after the Azure Dragon Fruit was revived, his vision was not limited to that.

Since the extraordinary power of this world comes from the "Dragon Clan," then above those hybrid species, there must be pure-blooded dragons standing at the top of the power pyramid.

Those pure-blooded dragons that Miranda mentioned, who had mastered various super-powerful incantations, were far stronger than ordinary hybrids.

Having grown accustomed to the unvarnished dog-eat-dog world of One Piece, he was more acute than anyone else at the sense of crisis of being looked down upon by predators in higher positions.

I need to be stronger to face potential future crises.

However, danger is often linked to opportunity.

Just this flawed hybrid from tonight was enough to revive the Azure Dragon Fruit. If he could kill a true pure-blooded dragon, wouldn't he take flight on the spot and fully revive the Azure Dragon Fruit?

After taking a shower, Lin Yuan changed his clothes, rubbing his wet hair with a towel as he pushed open the glass door of the bathroom with one hand.

He stopped drying his hair as soon as the door was halfway opened.

At that moment, Chu Zihang was sitting upright at the bathroom door.

He had obviously already showered elsewhere, changed into clean pajamas, and even dried his hair. He just stared silently in the direction of the bathroom.

Lin Yuan suddenly felt a tightness in his chrysanthemum.

He knew there was no such thing as a free lunch, so he brought a guy he'd only known for a short time home late at night.

Now she even brought a chair and stood silently guarding the bathroom door, staring intently at me.

No wonder this guy could charm three thousand girls at school, yet I've never heard of him ever having a girlfriend—that's where the problem lies.

Chapter 18 The Silent Young Master is Meticulous

The air was so quiet for a moment that only the faint hum of the exhaust fan could be heard.

Lin Yuan's gaze swept over Chu Zihang's carotid artery without leaving a trace. He secretly calculated that if Chu Zihang did anything surprising, he could knock him unconscious with a karate chop, jump out of the window, and escape before the alarm went off.

Just as he was secretly preparing to exert his strength, Chu Zihang reached out and picked up a white box that was placed at his feet.

The box was neatly filled with various medical supplies.

As he took out gauze and disinfectant cotton balls from the box, he said, "I see there are several tears in your school uniform that you took off, and it's covered in blood."

"I guessed you might be injured, so I thought I'd help you treat it to prevent inflammation and infection."

Lin Yuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief; this misunderstanding was nothing.

He took a closer look at the person his age in front of him. Despite having a stoic, unapproachable face, the person was actually incredibly sensitive at heart.

He could tell he was injured by the tear in his school uniform, and then he would stay up late at night, even moving a chair to the bathroom door, just to wait and treat his wound.

"Thank you for your trouble, but I'm fine." Lin Yuan draped the towel over his shoulder, generously showing off his arm.

After being repaired by the life force of the Azure Dragon Fruit, the skin there was smooth and even, without even a white mark.

"It's just that the school uniform was torn; the blood on it is actually from that monster."

Chu Zihang stared at his arm for a moment, making sure there were no wounds, before nodding and neatly closing the first-aid kit again.

"Let's leave the clothes here for now. My aunt doesn't usually come into my room." Chu Zihang led Lin Yuan towards the door.

"I'll take you to the guest room to rest. The mattress there is softer and more comfortable to sleep on."

Lin Yuan suddenly realized.

No wonder she made herself take a bath here; it was to avoid the auntie noticing her blood-stained clothes.

The expressionless young master is incredibly meticulous.

The guest room was much more impressive than Chu Zihang's own room.

Floor-to-ceiling windows, a double bed, and an upside-down glass on the bedside table with a folded tissue paper pressed against its rim—just like in a five-star hotel.

"The towels are in the cabinet, and there's a water dispenser if you're thirsty," Chu Zihang briefly explained, then paused at the doorway.

"Good night."

The door was gently closed.

As Lin Yuan listened to the footsteps fading away in the corridor, he threw himself onto the bed.

The mattress sags downwards, providing a soft, enveloping feel. The bedding is fluffy from being dried in the dryer, and you can smell the scent of sunshine after it's been exposed to the sun, along with a faint lavender fragrance.

Lin Yuan put his hands behind his head, looked at the ceiling, and let out a long sigh.

This luxurious, soft bed, with its sun-kissed feel and so inviting, is something I haven't experienced in ages—it feels like a thing of the past.

......

Early the next morning.

Lin Yuan woke up just as dawn was breaking.

He didn't linger on the soft bed; he nimbly rolled over and got off.

I started exercising as planned last night.

Start with the most basic push-ups and squats.

With the revitalized bloodline from the Azure Dragon Fruit as a foundation, his physique is now significantly stronger than before.