Her entire face visibly darkened, and she clenched her teeth as if she wanted to kill someone.

"You stop right there!"

Zheng Xiaoman hurriedly chased after him, grabbing Chen Yang's arm. "You damn bastard, are you playing this trick on me again?"

"President Zheng, you really didn't have to chase me," Chen Yang said nonchalantly. "As for that batch of equipment, you can send someone to dismantle it at any time."

Zheng Xiaoman, gritting her teeth with rage, scoffed, "Do you really think I wouldn't dare?"

"Yes. You wouldn't dare."

Zheng Xiaoman was speechless.

Once again, completely cornered by this damn guy?

A faint smile touched Chen Yang's lips as he simply watched her with a calm gaze.

Damn you!

Zheng Xiaoman cursed inwardly. She took a deep breath to forcibly suppress the rage within her and squeezed out a smile. "Mr. Chen, I apologize. My tone was inappropriate just now, please forgive me."

"Not bad," Chen Yang nodded seriously. "The only problem is, the smile is a little fake."

The anger Zheng Xiaoman had just managed to suppress flared up from the depths of her heart once again.

This bastard is pushing things too far! He's so aggressive!

Do you have any idea how much effort it took for me to squeeze out a smile for you?!

Despite her inner turmoil, Zheng Xiaoman once again put on a warm smile. "Mr. Chen, I am truly sorry."

"That's more like it," Chen Yang nodded in satisfaction, then patted Zheng Xiaoman's shoulder. "President Zheng, when you choose to trust someone, it's best not to hesitate. Either trust them or don't."

With that, Chen Yang sat back down in the Taishi Chair.

Zheng Xiaoman's face darkened, her eyes filled with resentment. Is this guy pushing his luck?

However, after thinking it over, she realized he was right. You either trust someone or you don't. Wavering in the middle not only makes things difficult for yourself but also hurts others.

Next, the formal master-disciple ceremony began.

Zheng Xiaoduo knelt on the cushion, bowing her head respectfully three times toward Chen Yang. She then brought over a cup of tea, held it above her head, and offered it to him. "Master, your disciple, Zheng Xiaoduo, offers you tea."

Chen Yang took it with both hands and drank it down in one gulp.

Setting down the cup, Chen Yang took out a dagger he had prepared earlier and handed it to her. "This dagger has been with me for over a decade. Today, I'm giving it to you. You can carry it for self-defense."

The disciple presents tea; the master gives a gift. This was a matter of courtesy and tradition. Without rules, there is no order.

Zheng Xiaoduo raised both hands to respectfully receive the dagger and bowed her head again. "Thank you, Master."

"The ceremony is complete!" Zheng Xiaoman announced from the side.

Chen Yang stood up and helped Zheng Xiaoduo to her feet. "From today on, we are master and disciple. As the saying goes, a master can only open the door; it's up to the student to walk the path. I will teach you everything I know, and I hope you will work hard."

"Rest assured, Master. Xiaoduo will not disappoint you!" Zheng Xiaoduo promised earnestly, looking directly into Chen Yang's eyes.

Chen Yang nodded and started walking toward the courtyard. "Then let's begin now."

Zheng Xiaoduo followed, her heart fluttering with nervous anticipation.

Her phone rang, but she glanced at it and immediately dismissed the call.

Zheng Xiaoman nodded in satisfaction. He's finally acting like a proper master.

She followed them out as well, sitting down to the side to watch quietly.

At this moment, not a trace of Chen Yang's previously lackadaisical demeanor remained. His earnest expression made him look like a completely different person, which was incredible to witness.

"When throwing a punch, you must mobilize the strength from your legs, channel it through your waist as a pivot, combine it with your upper body's strength, and then strike!"

As he spoke, Chen Yang performed a demonstration.

SMACK.

He threw a punch that seemed powerful enough to tear through the air itself.

Zheng Xiaoduo diligently imitated his movements, showing no signs of impatience despite Chen Yang's repeated corrections. She was so focused that when her phone vibrated off the stool and fell to the ground, she paid it no mind.

Zheng Xiaoman rested her chin on her hands, watching intently, completely enraptured. Her gaze was fixed on Chen Yang, unwavering.

This man is actually quite attractive when he's serious.

Zheng Xiaoman herself didn't realize that the corners of her mouth had lifted into a slight smile, forming a small, charming dimple.

Chen Yang's lesson didn't stop until it was nearly noon.

"Keep practicing on your own. Combine it with the Breathing Spell I gave you, and it shouldn't be long before you reach the rank of Fist Master," Chen Yang instructed.

Drenched in sweat, Zheng Xiaoduo nodded solemnly. "Yes, Master."

"Have some water." Zheng Xiaoman handed them two bottles of water, then said to Chen Yang, "I've reserved a table at Qiaoxi Sea Restaurant. After we rest for a bit, let's go have a meal together."

Chen Yang didn't refuse. According to custom, it was proper for him to accept a meal from her today.

After Zheng Xiaoduo took a shower and changed her clothes, the three of them left the villa. They took two cars and headed for Qiaoxi Sea Restaurant.

In the car, Zheng Xiaoduo's phone rang once again.

She frowned instinctively, glanced out the window for a moment, and then answered.

The person on the other end spoke first, their tone filled with dissatisfaction and accusation. "Xiaoduo, why weren't you answering your phone?"

"I was practicing my boxing," Zheng Xiaoduo replied simply, offering no further explanation.

"With that worthless Chen Yang?" the person on the phone sneered, then softened his tone slightly. "I'm almost at your house."

"I won't let you speak about my master that way."

Zheng Xiaoduo retorted impatiently, "Don't bother coming. I'm not home."

After speaking, she tossed the phone aside. Her face was grim, and her previously good mood had instantly evaporated.

Zheng Xiaoman asked, "Was that Wei Shaoqiu again?"

Zheng Xiaoduo nodded, looking gloomy.

"Sooner or later, I'm going to sort him out!" Zheng Xiaoman's face darkened instantly. But beneath her anger, she felt a sense of helplessness.

Logically, with her decisive nature and how much she doted on Zheng Xiaoduo, a person like him should have been dealt with long ago.

Alas, the Wei Family, to which Wei Shaoqiu belonged, was one of the four great super-families of Lingjin City. Their vast influence and power were far beyond what she, the President of a small company like Huarui, could ever hope to match. Theoretically, this was a chance for the Zheng Family to marry up, but Wei Shaoqiu was not a good person.

Seeing Zheng Xiaoduo's silence, Zheng Xiaoman consoled her, "Xiaoduo, don't worry. I will definitely help you get rid of this scumbag as soon as possible."

「In a luxury MPV」

A young man of about twenty-two or twenty-three, dressed in a blue suit, slammed his phone onto the floor. "Giving me attitude again?" he said coldly. "I call you because I'm giving you face! You really want to piss me off? You'll be sorry!"

This young man was Wei Shaoqiu, the Third Young Master of the Wei Family.

With an older brother and an older sister, he, as the youngest, was naturally pampered and doted on by the entire family.

"Young Master, you don't need to waste so much energy chasing her. Just say the word, and I'll grab her for you immediately," the driver said coldly.

Wei Shaoqiu slapped him on the back of the head. "You don't know shit! I enjoy the chase!"

"Get on it now! I want to know where she went to eat and if she's with that worthless Chen Yang!"

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