Virus King - Chapter 21

Chapter 21: The Vase and the Value of Private Collection!

TL: YYang

Song Ziqiong took a deep breath.

Even now, just the thought of meeting that man again made her entire body tremble involuntarily.

Everything that happened in the morning was a nightmare unlike anything she’d ever experienced in her life.

But once her emotions calmed down, Song Ziqiong began to go over everything from beginning to end.

The most terrifying thing, of course, was that young man’s strength!

If one’s personal strength could render firearms ineffective, then Song Ziqiong couldn’t imagine what else in this world could possibly restrain him.

Like glimpsing a leopard through a narrow view, one sees a hint of the whole.

Through the changes in Chen Bai, she could already tell that something far deeper and unknown to her had undoubtedly begun to transform in this world!

She had never been a woman to sit and wait for fate.

She was a woman of immense ambition!

She wanted to understand exactly what was happening from Chen Bai, but more importantly, she sought the means to gain greater power and climb further.

Chen Bai had never underestimated Song Ziqiong.

The fact that she could stand before him so quickly now was proof of that.

Compared to the morning, when she’d exuded a poised, seductive confidence, Song Ziqiong had changed into a relatively demure black gown within half a day—elegant yet still enticing.

“I’m sorry, Chen Bai. I apologize for what happened this morning.”

Chen Bai glanced at Song Ziqiong in front of him, then at the cold, wary female bodyguard standing behind her. Smiling slightly, he said: “Come inside so we can talk. You, stay outside!”

The second remark was obviously directed at the bodyguard, who had dared to fire at him before.

Song Ziqiong nodded, then entered the room. Her first sight was of the master bedroom door, left ajar, where the petite nurse lay in an unusual, sprawled position.

But she showed no sign of disturbance.

“Just say what you came here for, Auntie Song.”

Chen Bai poured himself a glass of red wine.

Though, to be honest, he didn’t much like drinking it. For a simple reason:

Alcohol sterilizes.

But it did have a nice taste.

“I want to know—what on earth is happening to this world?!”

What was happening to the world?!

Ordinary people at this moment might not know much, but someone in Song Ziqiong’s position naturally had access to more information.

“With your status, Auntie Song, surely you know by now? It’s just like those zombie movies—a unique virus, that’s all.”

Before Chen Bai had appeared, Song Ziqiong had indeed thought the same.

It was just a virus, after all. She found it impossible to believe that the world could be destroyed, or the current social order overturned, by idiotic, crazed, and clumsy zombies like the ones in the movies.

However, with Chen Bai standing before her, his strength was terrifying.

She looked at Chen Bai:

“What do you want? Money?! I can give you this entire hotel building! Or maybe something else?! Women as beautiful as the one in the room, or even more so—you could have a new one every day without repetition!”

Chen Bai sneered, took a small sip from his glass of dark red liquid, and didn’t respond.

Song Ziqiong felt somewhat at a loss.

Beneath the layer of wealth and power modern society had granted her, she was still, at her core, just a woman.

Just as she’d once faced the wolves vying for her late husband’s estate.

And now, it seemed even more so.

Chen Bai finally spoke in a calm tone:

“In a few days, it’s all going to begin. Just wait patiently, and rising with the tide might give you a chance to climb up again. Isn’t that enough? There’s no need to come here and suffer this kind of humiliation. It’s not worth it.”

What he was saying was already quite clear.

Song Ziqiong fell into thought. Wait patiently and rise with the tide?!

There was clearly more to this!

Song Ziqiong disliked this vague, elusive talk, so she looked directly at Chen Bai:

“If I have to endure humiliation, then what can you offer me in return?!”

Chen Bai cast a surprised look at her. It seemed his words from this morning had indeed hit their mark. This time, she asked directly.

Interest sparked in him as he set down his wine glass and slowly walked behind her.

Even seated on the sofa, in that demure black dress, Song Ziqiong’s allure was undeniable.

Especially her figure, shaped like an hourglass.

Standing behind her, Chen Bai couldn’t help but think—what man wouldn’t want to be the chair this woman sat upon?

His hand gently touched her long, fair neck, then slowly moved up to her cheek, directly in front of her.

Song Ziqiong’s gaze fixed on Chen Bai’s hand.

Slender, powerful.

But in the next moment, Song Ziqiong’s pupils suddenly contracted.

Because in his hand, a coin appeared, ancient-looking, like an old copper coin.

It hadn’t been a trick—it simply appeared out of thin air!

“This—

This is the currency of the future! Your wealth will mean nothing in the future, and social status will be entirely restructured. Even some of those who sit at the top might not qualify to participate in this game at all.

They’ll turn into the things you saw this morning. And your looks, your figure, your current status, and wealth will all become one thing in the future:

An object of value to be privately collected by others. Do you understand?”

Song Ziqiong looked at the plain copper coin, then back at the hand resting on her shoulder.

“So, you plan to make me part of your private collection now?!”

Chen Bai chuckled and shook his head: “While I appreciate a fine vase, if I intended to collect one, I wouldn’t go to such lengths, nor waste so much talk! A purely beautiful vase, aside from the occasional display or a bit of decoration, holds no other meaning…”

A spark of realization flashed in Song Ziqiong’s eyes, bringing a hint of excitement to her face.

“First, show me what additional value and use you possess, then.”

Feeling the shape of the diamond pendant hanging on her neck, Chen Bai grinned.

Additional value and purpose weren’t something he could assess immediately.

Not long after, the phone rang.

It wasn’t Chen Bai’s phone, but Song Ziqiong’s, resting on the coffee table.

The name “Daughter” flashed on the screen.

A call from Song Ge.

Chen Bai glanced at it, then, ignoring Song Ziqiong’s pleading look, answered the call.

“Hello, Mom? Where are you? I’m so bored at home…”

“Hello! Song Ge?”

Huh!?

There was a brief, stunned silence on the other end at the sound of a man’s voice.

“Chen Bai…?”

Song Ge’s uncertain voice came through the receiver:

“Why do you have my mom’s phone?! Where is she? What are you doing?”

“Auntie Song wanted to have a chat about you. She’s in the bathroom right now! As for me, I found an interesting little dog by the roadside and I’m playing with it.”

As he said this, Chen Bai tugged on the iron chain in his hand.

A clinking sound came through, and then he continued:

“Auntie Song’s back. I’ll let her speak to you.”

The sound of shuffling came through, and then Song Ziqiong’s voice spoke from the other end:

“We’ll be back soon. Chen Bai will join us for dinner, so ask Auntie Sun to prepare.”

The call ended.

Watching Song Ziqiong’s sigh of relief, Chen Bai smiled, then tossed the lipstick-stained toy across the large living room, over a hundred square meters in size.