Chapter 2: Replenishing Blood in Our Child
Ying Zijing withdrew her hand, completely ignoring the strange looks from those around her, and continued walking after rolling up her sleeves.
Shanghai is the second largest international metropolis in China, with rapid economic and technological development.
"Seventh Young Master, did you see that?" Nie Chao took a while to come to his senses. He pinched his thigh and hissed, "I remember clearly, this little girl was just admitted to the hospital the day before yesterday, and she can already take on five people at once?"
"Yeah, I saw her." Fu Yunshen put one hand in his pocket and looked at the girl's back. "But I can't figure out what style she's using. It's a bit like Muay Thai and a bit like Judo."
Nie Chao was taken aback: "What do you mean?"
“Every move she made was ingenious,” Fu Yunshen chuckled. “If she had used even a little more strength, those five people wouldn’t have been just lying on the ground.”
Nie Chao broke out in a cold sweat: "Impossible, right? Could this little girl possibly know ancient martial arts?"
A martial artist who combines ancient training methods with modern science is a master of ancient martial arts. Such a master is many times stronger than someone like him who only knows karate.
There are ancient martial arts practitioners in China, but there are not many left. Some ancient martial arts families have gradually retired since the arrival of the 21st century. Even the wealthy families in the capital are looking for true ancient martial arts practitioners, not to mention those in Shanghai.
If any wealthy family could hire a true martial arts master to oversee their clan, they would have the ability to rival the ancient financial magnates of O Continent.
If this adopted daughter of the Ying family knows ancient martial arts, would the Ying family treat her as a living blood bank?
The whole family is too busy serving them.
“Ancient martial arts…” Fu Yunshen’s gaze shifted and froze.
Suddenly, the girl returned and started walking back in their direction.
Fu Yunshen narrowed his eyes and turned slightly to the side.
The streetlights flickered, reflecting in his narrow, almond-shaped eyes, giving them a blush and a touch of gentleness.
Few can resist his gaze.
As he got closer, Fu Yunshen could clearly see the bluish veins beneath the girl's fair skin, so delicate they were alarming. His brows twitched slightly.
Nie Chao broke out in a cold sweat even more profusely.
Could it be that he was talking badly about someone behind their back and they overheard him?
Although he is a ninth-dan karate master and a grown man, judging from the way this little girl was acting just now, he could take on a hundred of him without even using his hands.
Just then, the girl stopped in front of him. She looked up, her eyes still misty, and said, "You—"
Nie Chao's legs went weak, and he knelt down with a thud: "I'm just a gossipy person with a loose tongue. I didn't mean any harm. Please, boss, have mercy!"
Fu Yunshen asked with interest, "Kneeling on one knee, in such a devout posture, are you proposing?"
Nie Chao: "..."
His useless legs!
Ying Zijing looked at Nie Chao, who had stood up again, raised an eyebrow slightly, and said unhurriedly, "At 7:00 PM three days from now, at the No. 1 Tavern on Huangpu Road, you will suffer a bloody disaster, but it will not be serious. Starting at noon seven days from now, I suggest you avoid the area south of Punan, otherwise your life will be in danger."
Nie Chao was stunned.
Upon hearing this, Fu Yunshen's slender fingers, which had been playing with the jade, suddenly clenched. His peach blossom eyes widened, and his voice, low and husky, held a smile: "Little friend, you can tell fortunes?"
Ying Zijing didn't answer, but simply said, "Thank you."
The thanks were just a pretense; whether anyone helped her or not didn't matter to her. She just wanted to test how much of her current divine calculation ability she still had.
It seems she will need a long time to recover, but for now it's enough.
Nie Chao was even more confused: "Huh?"
Fu Yun glanced at Nie Chao, then looked at the girl. His pupils were light amber, with a bewitching gentleness: "Little girl, is it too much to just thank him? Hmm?"
Ying Zijing paused for a moment.
Nie Chao was dumbfounded: "Seventh Young Master, are you serious? You were the one who bullied that little girl. Have you taken the wrong medicine today?"
How can a grown man be so shameless?
Why haven't I ever seen this young master talk to other women like that?
Fu Yun Shen ignored him, his peach blossom eyes lowered as he stared intently at the girl, as if trying to flirt with her: "You told his fortune, why don't you tell mine too?"
Ying Zijin narrowed her eyes slightly.
"Little sister, don't mind him." Nie Chao felt that Fu Yunshen was acting strangely today, so she tried to smooth things over. "Where are you going? We can give you a ride."
As expected, life in wealthy families is complicated; this younger sister doesn't seem to be the kind of person the rumors suggest.
"No need." Ying Zijing shook her head and turned to leave.
But when he turned around, his body swayed slightly, clearly a consequence of excessive blood loss.
She raised her hand to press her temples, her brows and eyes veiled in frost.
Just then, a lazy voice sounded from behind.
"kid."
Ying Zijin stopped and turned around.
The man leaned against the glass door, still with his usual frivolous and dissolute demeanor: "Your benefactor says he's treating you to dinner tonight to thank you for reminding him."
**
Han Pavilion.
Even after the waiter had set the table, Nie Chao still couldn't understand. He looked at the girl with a nonchalant expression and said, "You really agreed? Aren't you afraid of being sold? What if we're bad guys and poison you?"
Moreover, Seventh Master found it strange; when did he start inviting girls out on his own initiative?
Ying Zijing half-closed her eyes, seemingly resting: "Because I'm really hungry."
Nie Chao: "..."
"Okay, that's all. And bring another plate of stir-fried pork liver." Fu Yunshen closed the menu.
The waiter bowed slightly and went to prepare.
Han Court is the only restaurant in China that refuses to be rated as a Michelin three-star restaurant. It only accepts ten tables of guests a day and reservations must be made three months in advance.
Nie Chao looked around: "Seventh Young Master, you don't know the owner of Han Pavilion, do you? Even my old man would have to make a reservation at this place."
"I don't know him." Fu Yunshen draped his arm over the back of the chair, his tone quite casual. "Maybe it's based on his face."
“Miss Ying, did you hear that? Seventh Young Master just likes to talk nonsense. Don’t believe a word he says.” Nie Chao didn’t care and waved his hand. “But it’s rare for Seventh Young Master to treat us today, so eat as much as you want. He may lack many things, but he doesn’t lack money.”
"That's quite a coincidence," Ying Zijin said casually. "I only lack money."
Fu Yunshen looked up.
"You're short of money?" Nie Chao was taken aback. "The Ying family won't give you money?"
The servants of the Ying family were paid, let alone an adopted daughter.
"I'm bad at studying, I've never learned etiquette, and I don't know anything about flower arranging or tea ceremony," the girl said calmly. "Why would you give me money when I'm so embarrassing?"
Nie Chao was speechless.
Fu Yunshen's eyelashes fluttered, and the corners of his lips curved up: "Then they are blind. Your pre-meal etiquette is a continuation of the royal family of the ancient O Continent."
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