Chapter 28: Suffering from a Strange Feather Loss.

He Zhimo lowered his head in confusion, unblinking as he stared at the pristine white feather resting on his tiny palm.

Feathers…

another feather like that…

This was the third time.

The previous two times, He Zhimo had assumed, as the housekeeper had said, that down had accidentally escaped from the quilt. That night, after telling his father, his father personally inspected his new quilt the next day to ensure it was flawless before replacing it with a new one.

But, only two days had passed, and why were feathers falling again? He

was only a three-year-old cub, after all. Clutching the tiny feather, his thick, curled eyelashes trembled slightly. He pursed his lips and glanced nervously back at the bed.

This time, there were no feathers on the bed.

Which meant… that meant…

the feathers hadn't fallen from the bed at all, but… had fallen from his back when he'd scratched it…

But how could feathers fall from him?

He Zhimo rolled his eyes nervously, then, mustering his courage, tried scratching his back again.

He spread out his little hands, and sure enough, another piece of thin, soft down fell into his palm.

He Zhimo was so frightened that his hands trembled, and the feathers fell to his feet.

He quickly thought of the fact that his health had been very poor since he was born.

Once when he went to visit his great-grandmother at the He family's old house, he was mocked by the grandson of a certain uncle and said that he was a little broken medicine jar, who had to rely on medicine and injections every day to survive!

He Zhimo was only a little over two years old at that time. After hearing this, he was so angry that he knocked the boy to the ground with his head and burst into tears. He stretched out his strong little arms and legs and replied in a fierce and imposing voice: "Cry, cry, cry, you only know how to cry, you can't even compare to the strength of a little broken medicine jar! How dare you cry!"

The guy couldn't argue with him, and was so angry that he ran back to find his father crying.

He Zhimo was not afraid. The end result was that since that day, the guy was never brought to the He family's old house again.

He Zhimo had never been insecure about his own infirmities. His father had always told him, ever since he was old enough to understand, that his illnesses weren't his own fault, and that they were only minor ailments that would be gone the next day after he took his medicine.

So, He Zhimo never considered himself a burden to his father.

But this time, however, was completely different from his previous illnesses... No matter

how kind-hearted the little one was, he was still only three years old. How could he handle something as bizarre and terrifying as feathers falling from his body? The more

He Zhimo thought about it, the more terrified he became, his mind swirling with the question: "

Is he, is he suffering from some strange illness?"

Just as he was thinking, Butler Chen knocked on the door. "Young Master, are you up?"

He Zhimo hurriedly picked up two feathers from the floor and shoved them into his pocket. He hurriedly wiped the tears from his eyes and replied in a muffled voice, "Uncle, I'm getting changed."

Butler Chen replied gently and patiently, "Okay, there's no rush, young master."

...

Northern Suburbs of Ning City.

Mu Weiting's car had just driven away from Mingling Zoo and stopped at the side door of a secluded housing complex in the northern suburbs.

Not long after, a man wearing a mask opened the passenger door and got in.

After taking off the mask, Ji Huaizhuo's face was clearly reflected in the car window. He smiled and looked at Mu Weiting, who was sitting in the driver's seat with a cold expression, "I thought I would never see Professor Mu again. I didn't expect that after three years, Professor Mu would finally show up."

Seeing that Mu Weiting was just looking out the window in silence, Ji Huaizhuo was not in a hurry. He followed the direction of Mu Weiting's sight and glanced towards Mingling Zoo. Without any guesswork, he directly asked his guess over the past period of time -

"So Professor Mu, Fuying is indeed not dead. The new director who took over Mingling Zoo, Shang Youqing, is she Fuying, right?"

Finally, Mu Weiting responded lightly, "Yeah."

"Was it plastic surgery? Or did they use some scientific research technology that I don't know about?"

Ji Huaizhuo said, as if he was quite surprised, and sighed in disbelief, "This is amazing. Except for her back, I can't tell that she is Fuying."

"Besides, I only had a vague suspicion before that Shang Youqing had some connection to Fuying. After all, Fuying had indeed perished in that inferno... If Professor Mu hadn't suddenly reappeared this time, I wouldn't have believed it was true..." "

Don't ask about things you shouldn't ask about." Mu Weiting clearly didn't want to hear his nonsense. He looked away, threw the gun at him, and continued.

"Keep the things. If Youqing finds you later, just say she gave you this gun."

Ji Huaizhuo took the revolver, examined it for a moment, and smiled meaningfully. "Could this be He Cong's?"

Mu Weiting didn't answer, but simply pressed the car door button. "Get out."

"I don't know Professor Mu's reason for doing this, but I'm very grateful to him for telling me Fuying is still alive."

Ji Huaizhuo held the revolver in his hand, his eyes filled with a smile that was almost maniacal. He spoke word by word, "This time, I won't let that lunatic He Cong get there first.

"

"Director, look! Last week, our visitor numbers surpassed those of neighboring Chengxi for the first time!"

Sister Ling danced with excitement as she showed Shang Youqing the statistical report. "We'll have to give Huamei some extra food later. Ever since that post about the director and Huamei went viral online, many visitors have come to see her climb trees!"

Shang Youqing was flipping through the report. "To see Huamei climb trees?"

"Yes, those visitors were so entertaining. They encouraged Huamei in all kinds of ways, saying things like, 'Huamei, you need to practice harder so that Director Shang can hug you more next time.' They had Huamei completely bewildered. It was hilarious."

Shang Youqing found this amusing, too, and curled her lip slightly. She then replanned the park's enrichment procurement plan for the next two weeks with Sister Ling and the others.

Given the recent increase in visitor numbers, she was also discussing hiring more tour guides and administrators.

Sister Ling wrote down the to-do items she had instructed her to do one by one, and then asked: "Are we still going to do the live broadcast today? The zoo director has been out for the past two days, and those netizens have been urging under the zoo account every day to watch the director feed the animals live."

Shang Youqing glanced at the time on his watch. It was just over half an hour before it was time to pick up her baby from school. "Well... we can do it for half an hour."

"Hey! I'll get the live broadcast equipment right away!"

On the other side, at the Yunqing Group. Yu Zhu

was busy all afternoon and finally finished some of the work that President He had assigned to him today.

He glanced at the schedule and made sure that there was nothing urgent in the next two hours. He took advantage of this gap and took out his mobile phone to fish in his work area.