Mr. Dior - Chap 66

The two of them spent a leisurely weekend at the villa. No matter what Big Cock Zhang said, Jiao Qi refused to be taken in, and his back got a good rest.

The great God of the Sea, who had been denied his little merman meal, could only catch hold of the puppy and teach him how to survive in Atlantis.

Jiao Qi managed to stop Zhang Chenfei from tossing Guangzong into the jacuzzi. “No! Guangzong is still small and can’t swim!” he said.

“It’ll be fine. Dogs are born knowing how to swim,” Zhang Chenfei said airily. Guangzong was his son, the Crown Prince of Atlantis and heir to all the ocean – how could he possibly not know how to swim? However, he had no way to tell the little merman this without his sensitive little merman misunderstanding something. This was a child that he had produced asexually…

Before they returned to the sea, it was best to keep this a secret from his little merman, so that he wouldn’t be so hurt that he turned into sea foam.

Zhang Chenfei pried Jiao Qi’s hands away, then picked up the dog under its armpits and slowly put it into the water, starting from its hind legs.

“Whine…” Guangzong was rather scared at first, and he struggled a bit when he was first put into the water, but he soon realised he could swim. It was a whole new world!

Lord Poseidon was very gratified as he looked at his little offspring. He was certainly the son of the great Dior Zhang.

“Woof woof!” Golden retrievers were naturally predisposed to like water, and had a ball of a time playing in the pool with the little rubber duck.

Jiao Qi looked on helplessly for a moment, then left the happy father-and-son pair to their own devices. He went downstairs to bask in the sun for a bit. Just as he sat down in the garden, he received a call from Que De.

Que De’s professor’s schedule had been confirmed – he would be in Chyna the following Monday.

“His main purpose in coming here is to meet with some researchers from several research institutes, so his schedule is very tight. He’ll only be in our city for a day.”

“Which research institute?”

‘The Knowledge Is Power Life Sciences Research Institute,” Que De said. The name was so long that he had to look at the email and read it out.

Jiao Qi frowned slightly, then looked at Big Cock Zhang, who was presently playing with the dog next to the floor-to-ceiling window on the second floor. It was all too coincidental – that was the research institute where Zhang Chenfei’s father worked. What interest could an Amirican professor have in a research institute that primarily focused on fertility issues?

Que De’s mentor was called Charles, and he was the leading authority on IntelliBrain disorder syndrome. They had ordinarily wanted to let him have a look at Zhang Chenfei, but it wasn’t convenient to do so any more. Zhang Zhishi might be lacking in many ways, but the one thing he definitely didn’t lack was IQ. He would certainly guess that Zhang Chenfei was ill if they were allowed to interact.

The next Monday afternoon, Jiao Qi set all his company affairs in order, then drove to the research institute.

Jiao Qi stopped his car by the road right next to the steps leading up to the research institute’s entrance. He didn’t go right in; he sat silently in the car, staring at the yellowing words at the entrance that read “Knowledge is Power”.

He wasn’t very clear as to exactly what this institute was researching. Zhang Chenfei said that his father was researching “fertility issues”, which was why Jiao Qi had always thought that his father’s research institute was one of those shady ones, like “XX Infertility Specialist Clinic” or something.

Until one day, Jiao Qi discovered that there was a much smaller, unassuming line of text under those yellowing words, which read “National Laboratory of Chyna”.

Just as Jiao Qi was thinking back to the last time he’d seen Daddy Zhang, the research institute’s door suddenly opened. Que De walked out with a silver-haired Caucasian man, and two young Chynese researchers followed behind them.

“Professor Charles, our Professor Zhang’s temperament is just like that – please don’t be offended,” the young researcher said, apologising to the old man in English.

“Ah, don’t say that. He’s a very respected scientist, and I’ve got a lot of inspiration just speaking with him,” Professor Charles said, waving his hands dismissively with a big smile on his face. He still wasn’t too familiar with Chynese social etiquette – it was far too intricate and involved. “His reaction seems perfectly normal to me. I don’t like people entering my lab either.”

“Ding ding ding!” Anne notified Jiao Qi that he had an incoming video call, and he got out of the car and stood near some greenery to take the call.

“Baby, where are you?” Zhang Chenfei asked. He saw that Jiao Qi’s surroundings were clearly not his office, and he immediately frowned.

“I’m outside. What’s up?”

“Ah, I just realised that I haven’t told you I love you today.”

As he said this, the main door to the research institute opened again, and a middle-aged man with messy hair that looked like a bird’s nest walked out. “Professor Charles, that theory you were talking about just now – has it been tested out?” he asked.

“Oh, of course. That’s my latest achievement in my research! It’s only a very small one though – not enough to apply for a patent. I do think it will be helpful for life sciences research, though, which is why I came here to share it with you,” Professor Charles said, walking down the steps as he spoke.

“I will test it out myself…” Bird Nest Hair said, following him down the steps. As he did so, he saw a young man dressed in an expensive tailored suit next to the cypress tree, and he narrowed his eyes to get a better look. “Little Qi?” he said.

Jiao Qi got a shock on hearing his name being called. He turned and found that Zhang Zhishi was standing right behind him.

Zhang Chenfei, who was still on the video call, saw his father clearly as well. He stood up suddenly, nearly toppling his IntelliBrain onto the floor. The research laboratory – his little merman was at the research laboratory!

Jiao Qi quickly ended the video call. “Father,” he said awkwardly.

“Ah,” Zhang Zhishi said, looking rather blank and out of place. He pushed his round glasses up his nose awkwardly. His current expression was a complete 180 from the sharp, piercing look he had when he was discussing scientific theory earlier.

“I’m here to meet with Professor Charles. We have some business to discuss,” Jiao Qi said by way of explanation.

“Oh, go ahead then,” Daddy Zhang said, nodding. He looked at Jiao Qi again, but didn’t ask anything further. He turned and led the two young researchers back into the research institute.

“That’s your father? You look very much alike,” Professor Charles said, complimenting him as was usual of Amirican courtesy. He was able to understand simple Chinese. “Your father is a very well-respected scientist.”

“Professor, that’s his father-in-law,” Que De said in English.

“Oh, is that so?” Professor Charles said, completely unperturbed by his gaffe. He continued to smile gaily at Jiao Qi as he spoke. “I’m so sorry, child, my time is really too tight, and I can only speak with you for a short while.”

Professor Charles declined Jiao Qi’s invitation to eat lunch, and he stood at the entrance of the research institute, waiting for his people to pick him up.

Previously, Zhang Chenfei had communicated with Professor Charles to ask him to connect him to the Anti-IntelliBrain organisation in Amirica. That was why Professor Charles knew a bit about Zhang Chenfei’s condition.

“I hear that recently, the IntelliBrain seems to have some kind of auto-search function. If possible, could you record a video when your husband is having an episode and send it to me?” Professor Charles asked. He was very curious about this fellow who had gotten trapped in so many characters from books.

“I can’t, unfortunately. This will affect a few companies’ share prices, so we can’t have word of this get out,” Jiao Qi said, declining this without a thought. He was rather irritated by this request; Professor Charles hadn’t said anything that Que De had not already said even after they’d spoken for some time, and he was now crossing the line by asking for a video. No wonder Zhang Zhishi had given this fellow some attitude.

“You should have some faith in the ethics of scientists…”

A black Maybach sped up at high speed, screeching into a parking position next to them.

“There’s nothing worth believing about you lot who do human experimentation!” Zhang Chenfei said angrily, leaping out and pulling Jiao Qi protectively into his arms.

These evil scientists had actually managed to con the little merman into coming here! If he had arrived just a second later, the poor little thing would have cut open on a dissection table!

“Que De, I’m really disappointed in you!”

Zhang Chenfei held his little prince tightly and glared at the professor and his mentee. He slowly raised a hand and snapped his fingers.

Those who dared to try and harm the little merman would face the wrath of the great Poseidon, God of the Sea!

“Splash!” Strong jets of water splashed Que De and Charles from head to foot. Lord Poseidon took this opportunity to grab his little prince, stuff him into his car and drive off, disappearing in a trice.

“Don’t be afraid. That was the God of the Sea’s magic powers you just witnessed,” Zhang Chenfei said, his lips curling upwards in satisfaction as he observed the two evil scientists in his rearview mirror. The two were now thoroughly drenched.

Jiao Qi looked back in the direction of the two scientists. A large vehicle was parked right in front of the research institute entrance, spraying water energetically at the two men.

“Your magic is… a water truck?”