The King of Curses
Chapter 61 - 61 25 An Unusual Morning_2

61: Chapter 25 An Unusual Morning_2 61: Chapter 25 An Unusual Morning_2 Cen Dongsheng sighed and had no choice but to get out of bed and stretch lazily.

He had to admit, living under the same roof with someone else did indeed give a peculiar feeling…

At least until today, he had never experienced the luxury of being woken up by someone else.

The morning breeze brushed against his bare skin, bringing a slight cool and refreshing sensation.

Only then did he realize he wasn’t wearing a shirt, his upper body was bare.

“Oh my, oh my, Dongsheng…

So you have a habit of sleeping naked.”

An Zhizhen lightly covered her lips with her slender hand, feigning surprise.

“I’m really sorry, I didn’t know.”

Though the woman said “I’m sorry,” she showed no intention of leaving the room or turning her head, boldly using her eyes to examine his body up and down.

Cen Dongsheng’s well-developed and smooth muscle lines weren’t surprising to be admired.

However, he always felt that Sister Zhi Zhen’s gaze was somewhat intimidating…

Rather than passion or admiration, it was more of curiosity, the gaze of a researcher.

“By the way, what about below?

It’s not bare too, is it?”

“…Do you want to check?”

“Hehe.”

An Zhizhen chuckled twice, clearly indicating her good mood.

She turned around and gracefully left the bedroom, her steps light like a fluttering butterfly.

“Get dressed and come downstairs.

I’ve already prepared breakfast.”

“This woman…”

Cen Dongsheng scratched his head, feeling a bit troubled.

Sister Zhi Zhen’s personality was such that she always naturally gained the upper hand in interactions.

Although her incredible charm and speaking skills made being with her feel like a spring breeze, often going unnoticed, she was actually a very assertive person.

During the period after the ghost house transformation, Cen Dongsheng used to think she was an ordinary person, relying on him as a protector and guide, appearing weak—unfortunately, that was all an act and didn’t count.

The only time he saw Sister Zhi Zhen at a disadvantage might have been last night when she apologized to him; after he accepted, she returned to her usual self.

So…

should I be more assertive on my side?

Sister Zhi Zhen hadn’t yet reached the state of “Ancestor.” She was Special Class, but wasn’t he too?

Although not completely.

Yet thinking back to the dream last night, Cen Dongsheng felt a sense of cowardice.

…

Cen Dongsheng went downstairs and finished washing up, then saw breakfast already placed on the table.

Freshly baked toast, steaming sausages, crispy golden fried eggs, and a cup of milk.

Sister Zhi Zhen seemed to have gotten up early to prepare, as she was already made up.

Today, she wore a cream-colored knitted soft top paired with a gray skirt.

Her long pitch-black hair flowed smoothly down her back, complemented by crystal earrings, revealing a slender bracelet when she raised her hand, exuding a soft but luxurious aura.

Cen Dongsheng sat at the dining table, admiring her beauty while unceremoniously feasting.

An Zhizhen rested her chin on one hand, watching him with a cheerful smile.

A few minutes passed like this, and neither of them spoke.

It was a quiet morning.

The sunlight was bright, the breeze just right, and the atmosphere between them comfortable.

They had struck a deal last night, and the mutual understanding between them was evident, with a serene beauty flowing through the air.

“Aren’t you going to eat?”

Cen Dongsheng bit into the bacon and bread, his cheeks bulging as he mumbled.

After gulping down the milk beside him, he caught his breath and asked her.

“I’ve already eaten.”

Sister Zhi Zhen said, suddenly reaching out a finger to touch his lips.

Cen Dongsheng’s heart skipped a beat, but she merely helped him remove the crumbs clinging to his mouth.

“…Thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” An Zhizhen said, handing him a napkin, “Your injury has healed quite a bit, right?

Let’s go out together later.”

Cen Dongsheng wiped his mouth with the napkin, pondering silently for a moment.

Last night, Sister Zhi Zhen said she wanted to share with him the preparations she had made so far, and that “it’s all to fulfill her dream.”

Though he still had no idea what that dream entailed, given she was the future ruler of the Tiannan District, it likely held the potential to change the societal structure of Curse Forbidden Masters, possibly even the world.

Only now did Cen Dongsheng truly feel the sense of “being part of a legendary story,” which was something unimaginable for his former self.

“Looking at your expression…” An Zhizhen’s gaze never left his face, her brows gracefully arched with a smile, “Are you excited?”

“Yes, very much so.” Cen Dongsheng nodded earnestly.

*

The two left the neighborhood and arrived at the parking area.

An Zhizhen’s car was a sapphire blue sedan.

Although he wasn’t particularly knowledgeable about car models, he could still recognize the Bentley emblem.

“People driving this kind of car always seem a bit out of place with Xiaokang Building.”

Cen Dongsheng suddenly thought of this question.

“Speaking of which, why did Sister Zhi Zhen decide to live there?”

He had spent considerable effort finding her initially.

“Actually, I was planning to sell the house here this year, but then I decided it was nice to live there myself.

What do you think caused this change?”

“Why?”

“Of course, it was because of you, silly.”

Sister Zhi Zhen’s tone was affectionate.

“Uh, that’s a bit cheesy.”

“Haha, I’m serious.”

After getting in the car, the driver was also Sister Zhi Zhen.

Cen Dongsheng sat in the passenger seat, fastened his seatbelt, and placed his hands thoughtfully on his knees.

He felt something was off, the feeling was a bit subtle…

The car drove all the way to the bustling city center, stopping beside an office building at an intersection.

He got out from the passenger seat and waited for Sister Zhi Zhen to get off.

It was then that he noticed the astonished looks from the passersby, and had an epiphany:

—In the eyes of others, did he look like he was being kept by a rich woman?

…

Taking the elevator all the way up, An Zhizhen led Cen Dongsheng to an automatic door.

Through the door, he could see neatly arranged desks and employees sitting in front of computers.

It seemed the entire floor belonged to this company.

He glanced at the sign.

“Dufeng Technical Service Co., Ltd.”

The receptionist at the front counter, upon seeing Sister Zhi Zhen, approached with a bright smile.

Under her guidance, the two walked along the hallway toward the company’s interior.

From the direction of the work area came the rustling sound of dozens of curious eyes focused on them, with some people lowering their heads to discuss with others nearby.

Once Cen Dongsheng’s gaze swept over them, they quickly averted their eyes.

“Is this Sister Zhi Zhen’s company?”

“It is.”

The rich woman admitted candidly.

“She is really wealthy,” he marveled, “And you said you’re just a researcher.”

“Setting up this company is just for convenience.

Besides, does money really still hold significance for us?”

…She was right.

Money is the foundation for measuring and exchanging individual and group benefits in modern society, but with the shift in value systems, such “exchangeable items” naturally follow suit.

Cen Dongsheng had witnessed the future firsthand, and An Zhizhen had foreseen the future.

And that future becoming what it would be naturally couldn’t exclude her personal interference and influence.

This wasn’t just a premonition, but also because he knew full well that Sister Zhi Zhen was, in fact, the darling of the new era, the most prominent and top-tier powerhouse.

And now, the renowned Philosopher King was about to personally unveil the truth to him.

…

“This is…”

In a spacious and bright room with upscale decoration, a massive floor-to-ceiling window overlooked the bustling intersection below.

This was An Zhizhen’s office.

Sitting on the sofa, Cen Dongsheng widened his eyes, staring at the webpage on the computer.

“This is the main business of this company, a new emerging online community.

Do you recognize it?”

Of course, he recognized it.

Cen Dongsheng stared at the cross-shaped logo on the webpage.

—World Forum.

Considering that An Zhizhen’s awakening to life prohibition was much earlier than expected, Cen Dongsheng had speculated last night, “Before formally stepping onto the world stage, her preparations might be more vast and complex than anyone could have imagined.”

That speculation had now come true.

“This forum, about to become the largest online gathering place for Curse Forbidden Masters, was actually founded single-handedly by Sister Zhi Zhen…”