The Martial Lord of the Troubled World

Chapter 55 Senior Ji

Fu Juemin went upstairs to change his clothes. When he came to the front hall after he was dressed, he found the short-haired girl from Shenggong Girls' School whom he had rescued a few days ago sitting on the sofa with another girl, looking very reserved.

Someone was talking to them, and Fu Juemin could hear familiar laughter from a distance.

"Second uncle."

Fu Juemin walked over and looked at Fu Guoping on the sofa with some surprise. "Why are you here?"

"I've come to discuss something with your father."

"We just happened to run into your two children."

Fu Guoping stood up from the sofa, smiled, patted Fu Juemin on the shoulder, and said, "Then you two chat, I'm going to the study."

Fu Juemin watched Fu Guoping leave before turning his gaze to the two short-haired girls.

The maid just announced that the short-haired girl's name is Jiang Yao, and the other person is naturally Zhou Yunzhi, the one the original owner has been longing for.

This was the first time Fu Juemin had met the other person since he traveled through time.

Perhaps the original owner's memories had overly romanticized Zhou Yunzhi, because when Fu Juemin met her in person, he felt that she was just so-so.

She was indeed a standard beauty, with bright eyes and white teeth, skin as smooth as jade, and a moon-white cheongsam with wide sleeves and a high collar, exuding a refined and gentle air with a scholarly air.

But Fu Juemin has never been interested in girls who are "pitiful to behold," and he thinks Xu Xinyi is worse than him. At least Xu Xinyi has a good figure and is well-behaved and sensible.

"I hope my second uncle didn't scare you."

Fu Juemin sat down in the seat that Fu Guoping had previously occupied and spoke to Jiang Yao, who had short hair.

When we first met, this woman was as fiery as a chili pepper, retorting to every word Fu Juemin said. But now that she's at the Fu family home, she's become so docile, it's like she's a completely different person.

"No no."

Jiang Yao waved her hands repeatedly, picked up a check, and said, "Mr. Fu is a very kind person. Hearing that we were raising funds, he even donated two thousand silver dollars."

"Oh, Uncle even donated money?"

Fu Juemin smiled with slight surprise, then got to the point: "What brings you here today?"

"Here's your gun back."

Jiang Yao quickly took out a package from behind her, wrapped in an elegant white handkerchief with embroidery. Inside was Fu Juemin's revolver.

"What happened last time"

Jiang Yao stood up from the sofa and bowed solemnly to Fu Juemin, "Thank you."

"polite."

Fu Juemin waved his hand, picked up the revolver and did a quick inspection, finding that two bullets were missing.

"You are talking!"

Across from them, Jiang Yao, after thanking Zhou Yunzhi, secretly tugged at her sleeve, a little anxious, "Didn't we agree on this before we came?"

Fu Juemin put down his pistol and stared at Zhou Yunzhi with great interest.

The latter's cheeks were flushed, whether from embarrassment or guilt, it was hard to tell. She kept her head down and didn't dare to look at him at all. After a long while, she managed to squeeze out a soft "thank you".

Fu Juemin smiled and said, "You're welcome," before turning to chat with Jiang Yao who was standing next to him.

Putting aside their appearances, Jiang Yao's personality was quite compatible with Fu Juemin's. Perhaps Jiang Yao also felt that after getting to know him, she found that Fu Juemin was not at all as playboy as rumored. The two chatted quite congenially, while Zhou Yunzhi was completely ignored.

From her studies at the Shenggong Girls' School to her daily hobbies, and even during their conversations about the recent Southwest China disaster, Fu Juemin noticed several times that Zhou Yunzhi seemed hesitant to speak, as if she couldn't resist joining in but was too shy to.

Ultimately, Zhou Yunzhi was just a beautiful female student from the Republican era. Stripped of the filters imposed on her by the original owner, she was just an ordinary girl.

Before they knew it, they had been chatting for quite a while. Jiang Yao, whose throat was dry from talking, habitually reached for the tea tray in front of her, only to awkwardly find that she had reached for nothing.

"Locust flowers".

Fu Juemin turned and called for another plate of Huaihua, but Jiang Yao quickly stood up.

"We've been chatting so much we've lost track of time, it's time for us to go."

"I'll treat you to dinner."

Fu Juemin took out his pocket watch, glanced at the time, and said, "Eat at home or eat out, it's your choice."

"belch--"

Before she could finish speaking, Jiang Yao let out a soft burp, looking embarrassed.

She ate three plates of snacks and fruit by herself while chatting, and now she's full.

"I think... let's just forget about it."

"Then next time."

Fu Juemin smiled, then instructed the servants, "Go to my room and bring down the phonograph, and deliver it to the two young ladies on Shenggong Street."

"They really gave it to us?"

Jiang Yao looked pleasantly surprised. During their earlier conversation, Jiang Yao had complained that their private drama and dance clubs didn't even have a gramophone, so Fu Juemin offered to give them one. She initially thought he was just saying it casually, but she was surprised when he actually took it seriously.

"nature."

"You're really something, Fu Lingjun."

Jiang Yao patted Fu Juemin's arm happily, then glanced at Zhou Yunzhi beside her, and even struck a matchmaker's pose, laughing, "From now on, I'll take care of all your errands, like delivering letters or flowers."

Zhou Yunzhi was so embarrassed that she immediately lowered her head.

Fu Juemin shook his head helplessly, told his butler Chen Bo to prepare the car, and then personally escorted the two to the driveway.

Just as they reached the fountain at the entrance, they bumped into Fu Guosheng and Li Tong walking towards them.

Fu Juemin stopped and called out, "Father."

Jiang Yao and her two daughters also sensibly called out, "Master Fu."

"friend?"

"Yes."

Fu Guosheng glanced at the two women, nodded slightly, and went inside.

Li Tong, who was following behind Fu Guosheng, showed a hint of undisguised surprise in his eyes the moment he saw Fu Juemin.

Fu Juemin knew that Li Tong had probably seen through his blood cultivation, so he simply didn't hide it and openly called him "Uncle Tong".

Li gave him a meaningful look, said nothing, and followed Fu Guosheng inside.

'It's surprising that I completed a bone-strengthening process that normally takes six months to a year in less than two months...'

Fu Juemin was pondering what to say to Li Tong when he turned around, only to find that Zhou Yunzhi, who had always been quiet and reserved, was staring intently at Li Tong's departing figure.

"what happened?"

Fu Juemin asked curiously.

"Who is this person in your household?"

You mean Uncle Tong?

Fu Juemin said, "His name is Li Tong. He is my father's bodyguard and also the head of the Fu family's guards."

Zhou Yunzhi hesitated before saying, "I think I've seen him somewhere else before."

"What's so strange about that?"

Jiang Yao, standing to the side, didn't take it seriously: "Master Fu comes to the school to donate money every year, so it's normal that the people around him look familiar."

"Not at school."

Zhou Yunzhi shook her head. "It's on the street in front of our drama club, I remember."

Zhou Yunzhi gave a date.

When Fu Juemin heard the date, his heart skipped a beat.

—This date was the day the original owner was shot in a car accident.

Fu Juemin's heart was filled with turmoil, but his face remained calm as he casually asked Zhou Yunzhi, "What did you see Uncle Tong doing?"

"Perhaps I saw wrong, or perhaps I heard wrong."

Zhou Yunzhi hesitated and said softly, "I saw this old gentleman standing with a group of people talking."

The group called out to him in Mandarin.

"Senior Ji."

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Fu Family Garden.

Fu Guoping casually placed a box in front of Fu Juemin and said, "Here are the gloves you wanted. Take a look."

Fu Juemin's eyes lit up, and he quickly picked up the box.

Upon opening the box, a pair of leather gloves lay quietly inside.

At first glance, it appears as a matte black color, but upon closer inspection, a layer of subtle bluish-black luster, like that of a pool of water, is revealed on its surface.

Fu Juemin couldn't wait to try it on, but then heard Fu Guoping say, "Be careful."

He was taken aback and subconsciously touched the gloves in his hands, only to find that the back and edge of the gloves were inlaid with pieces of dark jade-colored scales. Upon closer inspection, he recognized them as carefully polished snake scales.

"I found the best tailor and micro-carving master in the provincial capital, and it took more than half a month to barely finish the work."

This pair of gloves almost used up half the scales from a snake's carcass; even the thread used for sewing was made from fine silk threads twisted from the core of a century-old vine.
The cost is almost equivalent to that of a small car.

Fu Guoping shook his head and sighed as he talked to Fu Juemin.

(End of this chapter)