Chapter 1942 - 1942: 1942

Looking at his godson's skin color like this, thinking about Valle's weather, and mentally filling in the kind of life Liu Zhizhong had while drifting outside, in Godfather Zheng's heart, what rose up was a stab of pain!

This kind of pain, maybe it only exists in a father's love?

When he walked around to the other side of the bed and finally saw what Liu Zhizhong looked like now, he was shocked all over again.

This is not Liu Zhizhong!!!

That crazy girl, my third daughter, she lied to me!

Zheng Xitong's first reaction was exactly that, and he was a little angry.

Huge disappointment!

Huge anger!

The smiling tiger, Third Master Zheng, was really on the verge of losing control!

Of course, he couldn't recognize Liu Zhizhong anymore!

This was how much Liu Zhizhong had changed—a very advantageous change.

Right then, Zheng Xitong stopped facing Liu Zhizhong directly. Instead, he turned his back, stood by the window, looked through the single-pane glass at the lavish morning light over the villa district, with a blaze of restlessness in his heart.

Honestly, at a moment like this, the thought of immediately calling someone in and throwing Liu Zhizhong straight into a dungeon—he really did have that impulse…

But Zheng Xitong also felt that family scandals shouldn't be aired in public, so he clenched his teeth and growled in a low voice, "You bastard! Get the hell up right now! Get up!!!"

Liu Zhizhong woke up from his sleep at the sound.

He flipped off the bed in one move, looked around, and saw Shadow of Zheng Xitong.

A slightly chubby back, the whole body trembling a bit, hair peppered with white.

His clothes were impeccably refined, the material of the highest quality, a perfect match for his social status.

Right then and there, Liu Zhizhong was a bit excited, but also a bit embarrassed.

Seeing godfather again, he was thrilled, but it turned out to be under circumstances like this!

President Liu was tongue-tied for a moment, really not knowing where to start.

He only had time to grab the blanket and cover his naked body.

At that moment, hearing the movement behind him, Zheng Xitong immediately said in a low, angry voice, "Damn it, you're not Liu Zhizhong! Third Girl lied to me—this crazy brat, I'm going to deal with her with the family rules! And you, you son of a bitch, black spook, who the hell are you? You'd better explain yourself clearly right now! Otherwise, I'll make sure you die a very ugly death! Zheng's daughter is not someone just anyone can sleep with!!!"

Liu Zhizhong was a bit dumbfounded at first, but quickly understood what godfather meant.

He finally came back to his senses, wrapped in the blanket, looking at Shadow of Zheng Xitong, and called out warmly in his original voice, "Mr. Zheng, you're wrong, I am Zhizhong. Changes in my face and skin color can't change my memory, and they can't change how I know you and how grateful I am to you."

This familiar voice was like bolts of thunder, blasting Zheng Xitong into sheer, stupefied shock.

He had no choice but to turn around and stare at Liu Zhizhong, his eyes flashing sharp as blades, examining this unfamiliar yet oddly appealing face.

He even felt that although this face wasn't the godson's face from his memory, there was some familiar déjà vu about it.

Because of his emotional state, he couldn't remember where he'd seen this face before, but he kept feeling it was familiar.

With a completely calm expression, Liu Zhizhong said, "Mr. Zheng, these past two years, because of my 'accident,' I've made you and godmother suffer a lot. I'm deeply sorry. Fortunately, I've come back alive now, and with a different identity, I've finally managed to see you again. I just didn't expect you to come this fast, this early, and… I'm a bit embarrassed…"

"You…" Zheng Xitong certainly still recognized Liu Zhizhong's original voice, but he said doubtfully, "Young man, your imitation of Zhizhong is pretty damn good. And I feel like I've seen you somewhere, but I just can't remember where for now. You say you're Zhizhong, but I still can't take your word for it."

"I understand, but… when you say you've seen me, that must have been in the news. In the news of Comrade Gu Changsha meeting and accompanying the President of the Wale Republic…"

"Ah!!!"

Zheng Xitong suddenly cried out in shock. If he hadn't been standing still, he would have slapped his own thigh, because the shock in his heart was beyond belief.

"You're President Chi Zhongshui of the Wale Republic? You're actually him? How… how is that possible…"

With Liu Zhizhong's hint, he finally remembered that he had indeed seen that talented young political prodigy in the news.

He had even felt genuinely regretful earlier, when he saw some reports about President Chi Zhongshui of the Wale Republic. He thought that if Liu Zhizhong hadn't died, he would definitely have accomplished earth-shattering political feats and carved out his own territory on the political stage of the Great East Pot, creating miracles.

But in the end, he could only wrap it all up with regret and heartache.

Liu Zhizhong hadn't dared to tell Third Sister Zheng about his current identity, for fear of leaks. But facing a man like godfather, someone with enormous political influence over an entire region, he really did dare to speak, and did dare to guide Zheng Xitong.

Sure enough, his judgment was right. Mr. Zheng still cared about current affairs and politics, even if he had failed in that area. And of course, that failure had been born the moment of Liu Zhizhong's "death."

Liu Zhizhong nodded and said, "Mr. Zheng, you really did catch on. Yes, I am Liu Zhizhong, and I am Chi Zhongshui. I'm now the President of the Wale Republic, and this is something I can be honest with you about…"

Zheng Xitong was completely stupefied, wanting to believe yet not daring to.

He's supposedly not Liu Zhizhong, yet he recognized me at a glance?

But how could my third daughter possibly be hooked up with the founding president of the Wale Republic?

Didn't their president already go back? Why is he still wandering around among the civilian population of the Great East Pot on a private visit? Isn't he afraid something might happen? Is he that reckless?

If he really is Liu Zhizhong… my god, that would be too shocking. He actually managed, in just two or three short years, to grow into someone on an equal footing with Gu Changsha…

For a moment, Zheng Xitong felt his brain go fuzzy, completely losing the poise and psychological steadiness of Chairman Zheng.

But Liu Zhizhong's voice still entered his ears clearly, one word at a time.

"Mr. Zheng, because of our reunion, Third Sister and I have already become a fait accompli, and I hope to receive your and godmother's forgiveness and understanding."

"I am Liu Zhizhong, and I am also Chi Zhongshui. This is not a con. As for everything that's happened before, it's honestly a very long story, but I can give you the short version."

"Back then, the mission I took on was actually a setup. Of course, while I was carrying out that mission…"

Keeping it short meant hitting the main points; a lot of details were skipped over one by one.

Gradually, Zheng Xitong really started listening and gained a deep understanding.

In the end, when Liu Zhizhong finished in one breath, he had also taken the opportunity to put on his clothes and pants, and said, "Mr. Zheng, life is just this twisted and bizarre. Fortunately, the ending isn't bad. And the fact that we can meet again like this, recognize each other again—doesn't that make it all worth it?"

Finally, with tears streaming down his face, Zheng Xitong hugged his godson in overwhelming excitement, nodding again and again.

The insight and vision of a big boss made him truly understand: this really was Liu Zhizhong, his godson the president who'd come back alive!

But very soon he gritted his teeth and snarled, "Tang Zhi, right? I'll make damn sure he has a hell of a time mixing in the Southwest!"