Wu Min still insisted on her own idea: "If they were really close, would he still be in the mood to take us on a trip right after someone died? Fanfan was still smiling so happily, as if nothing had happened."

Zhu Ziyi got angry: "Wu Min, don't talk nonsense. Fanfan and Grandma Jiu have a very deep relationship. Don't say these things in front of Fanfan. It will hurt her, and Grandpa Jiu will also be sad."

My wife is good in every way, except for this one thing: she's too opinionated and stubborn. Luckily, she's not the type to have to say everything. She just hasn't spent time with Grandpa Jiu and Fanfan. Anyone who has would have seen how sad Grandpa Jiu and Fanfan are. People don't ask because they're afraid of upsetting them.

Although Grandpa Jiu had a serious expression before, his eyes were gentle, especially when he looked at Grandma Jiu, as if he were looking at a rare treasure. Unlike now, the sadness in his eyes could not be hidden by his smile. Everyone is not blind, so they can naturally see that Grandpa Jiu is in a bad mood. How could they possibly reopen his wounds?

Fanfan used to have a gentle smile that could melt anyone's heart. Her eyes were bright and lively, like a fairy, and she was as cheerful as a New Year's painting doll. Even the angrier person would calm down upon seeing her. Now, her smile is fake and insincere, and it's obvious at a glance that she's faking it.

They didn't show any sadness on their faces; that was because they were mentally strong. The Zhu family's ancestral precept was to never let others figure out your temper and to always remain calm.

Neither the couple could convince the other, so when they went outside and faced their ninth grandfather in the courtyard, they tacitly stopped talking.

Zhu Ziyi watched his little cousin practice the Zhu Family Fist, and saw that each punch and kick looked extremely powerful. He exclaimed with delight, "Grandpa Jiu, Fanfan is learning very well. She won't be afraid of being bullied in the future."

Zhu Jiabao glanced at him, highly skeptical of his conclusion. That girl would be bullied? Ziyi had seen Fanfan arguing with someone and making a racket when he came. How could he think Fanfan would be bullied?

Zhu Ziyi eagerly said, "Fanfan's skills are very high, Ninth Grandfather, shall I practice with her?"

Before Zhu Jiabao could answer, Zhu Fanfan, who had already stopped, wiped his sweat and asked his grandfather, "Isn't that a bit bullying?"

Since her internal strength improved, she has been able to sense the energy fluctuations, or a kind of aura, from a person. People with much lower internal strength than her are more sensitive to this. Her cousin is no match for her at all. She gestured to see if she should go all out.

Zhu Ziyi assured, "Don't worry, Fanfan, it's just a friendly spar, we'll stop when we've reached our limit. I won't bully you. It's just you and Grandpa Jiu at home. Grandpa Jiu will have to work in the future, and I'm worried about you being home alone. I just want to see how strong you are."

Zhu Jiabao and his son exchanged a glance: ...Who should be worried?

Zhu Fanfan said, "Since you want to practice, I'll accompany you. Let's make it clear first, I won't hold back."

Zhu Jiabao felt very sympathetic and patted Zhu Ziyi on the shoulder: "Give it your all and go! Don't let him get bullied too much."

Don't lose too badly. Since the founding of the country, the younger generation of the Zhu family have become more and more dependent on guns after they got their hands on them. Even if they still practice basic skills, they are just basic skills. Internal strength is something that is gradually developed and cannot be achieved overnight. If they don't practice for a few days, their internal strength will become rusty. How can they compare to Fanfan, who practices every day? I don't know where my nephew gets the confidence to beat Fanfan. Can't he feel Fanfan's aura?

Zhu Ziyi, on the contrary, felt that Ninth Grandpa should say it to Fanfan, not to him, since he was an adult and Fanfan was still a child.

Zhu Fanfan didn't hold back, or rather, she never held back when fighting with adults.

After a fierce fight, Zhu Ziyi was lying on the ground, unable to move. Zhu Jiabao said, whether explaining or gloating, "Fanfan has a problem. She doesn't consider a fight over until she knocks someone down. If her opponent has even a little bit of strength, she feels like she hasn't tried her best."

He had heard many complaints that Zhu Fanfan would beat people until they had no strength left, and that he should discipline him properly. What could he do? He could only tell others that the military compound was very safe, and that he could recover his strength by lying on the ground and resting. He could walk home and wouldn't get lost. Now, everyone rolls their eyes at him before leaving. If Fanfan hadn't always caused trouble, would he have such a bad reputation?

Zhu Ziyi: ...He knew that his ninth grandfather always achieved the best results in training the army, but he didn't expect that his little cousin had also been trained to be so good. He didn't know what to say.

Zhu Fanfan asked from the bottom of her heart, "Brother Ziyi, don't you ever exercise at home?"

Losing to her in the Zhu Family Fist was when she wasn't even using half her strength, making it hard for her not to suspect that the Zhu Family Fist, combined with internal energy, was even more powerful. She practiced it every day without interruption, and only managed to fight her grandfather to a draw. The difference between internal energy and modern martial arts is that internal energy is accumulated over time, so the older one gets, the higher their internal energy becomes, and the stronger their martial arts become. Brother Ziyi is almost twenty years older than her, tsk tsk tsk...

Zhu Ziyi felt ashamed. The Zhu Family Fist he had just seen was on a completely different level from the one he had practiced. He finally understood that what Grandpa Jiu meant was that he was not Fanfan. It seemed that he really had regarded the Zhu Family Fist as an ordinary exercise for strengthening the body.

Zhu Jiabao could only sigh: "Our Zhu family's boxing style was once very famous in the martial arts world, but only Zixi took it to heart. You guys were all blinded by weapons."

While firearms are indeed powerful, the Zhu Family Fist is no pushover either. It's just that the younger generation thinks firearms are superior and underestimates their own martial arts skills. I don't know how my nephews taught their children, but none of them are interested in the Zhu Family Fist. Only Zixi was taught by him for several years and practiced it every day.

Zhu Ziyi said with shame, "Grandpa Jiu, I'm sorry."

He genuinely only treated Zhu Family Fist as a regular martial art for training. Even though he could handle the intensity of military training and still felt tired, Zhu Family Fist made him feel refreshed. He always considered it a relaxing martial art. He never expected that his little cousin would unleash the same moves with such overwhelming power. He was impressed.

Zhu Jiabao simply said, "It's getting late, go back and rest! You can go back when it's time, don't worry about me and Fanfan, we can take care of ourselves."

Zhu Fanfan also said, "I can take good care of Grandpa, so don't worry, Brother Ziyi!"

The next day, Zhu Zixi returned, but she was not married yet and came back alone. After arriving home, she kowtowed to Zhu Jiabao and said, "Grandpa, I'm sorry I'm late."

Zhu Jiabao quickly helped her up, but Zhu Zixi was determined to kneel. Zhu Jiabao could only comfort her, "Your Ninth Grandmother's matter has nothing to do with you juniors. There's no need to apologize."

Why are you all learning from that little brat Zhu Fanfan? You keep saying sorry all the time, why are you taking the blame for yourself?