Huang Rong from The Return of the Condor Heroes: Brother Jing, let's get a divorce.

Guo Fu pursed her lips but didn't press the matter further.

But the look in Lu Wushuang's eyes was still very unfriendly.

She pulled out a chair and sat down next to Yang Guo.

A delicate, girlish fragrance wafted over.

Yang Guo twitched his nose.

It smells good.

But compared to Huang Rong last night, she's miles behind.

The scent of a young girl's cosmetics is sweet, but it can become cloying if you smell it too much.

Huang Rong's natural fragrance, cultivated over the years, emanates from her very bones.

It's neither too strong nor too weak, and it stays on your clothes for three days.

That's something forged through time and experience.

Little brat, she can't learn that.

"They arrived last night without even asking anyone to call me."

Guo Fu muttered to herself, then turned to look at Huang Rong.

"Mother, where did you arrange for him to stay?"

"The west wing."

Guo Fu pouted: "The west wing is so far from the main courtyard."

"Mother, did you deliberately arrange for him to be so far away?"

Huang Rong's palms were sweaty.

She did it on purpose.

But it wasn't to guard against Yang Guo, but to guard against Cheng Ying.

But unexpectedly, this bastard climbed out the window in the middle of the night.

Looking at Huang Rong's forced composure, Yang Guo couldn't suppress the smile on his face.

This woman's current situation is like being caught cheating on an exam.

The proctor happened to be one of his accomplices, and the student next to him was even asking, "Is the teacher nice to you?"

I'm so happy!

"Sister Fu has misunderstood Chief Huang."

He spoke, his tone conveying three parts gratitude and seven parts sincerity.

"Chief Huang is so good to me. Last night he personally checked on my accommodations and made sure everything was arranged perfectly."

"I've never slept in such a soft bed in my entire life."

Huang Rong's hand, which was holding the teacup, stopped in mid-air.

That canopy bed was indeed soft.

Last night, when she was pinned down on that bed, she didn't even have the strength to struggle.

She swallowed hard and brought the teacup to her lips.

He used the rim of a porcelain cup to cover half his face, took a sip to conceal it.

The hot tea scalded my tongue, which helped to wash away some of the jumbled images in my mind.

Guo Fu didn't understand the implied meaning and thought Yang Guo was speaking up for her mother.

"At least you have a conscience."

She looked at Yang Guo, and her voice suddenly became softer.

"Aren't you tired of being a Taoist priest in Zhongnan Mountain?"

"Being a Taoist priest is easy; all you have to do is sweep the floor and chant scriptures every day."

Guo Fu snapped, "Stop lying! You're the sect leader now, why are you still sweeping the floor!"

"I'm asking you, do you still stand by what you promised my mother?"

Huang Rong put down her teacup and looked at Guo Fu's face.

Her heart skipped a beat, and her fingers unconsciously tightened.

This girl had to bring this up at this crucial juncture.

Yang Guo feigned ignorance: "What is it?"

"It's...it's..."

Guo Fu's face turned red from her ears to her neck. She opened her mouth twice, but couldn't utter the word.

She was referring to the time in the carriage.

Huang Rong promised her to Yang Guo in front of her.

Yang Guo agreed on the spot and even called her "wife" affectionately.

After returning home that day, she tossed and turned in bed for most of the night, feeling both angry and ashamed, but she couldn't suppress the urge to smile.

Later, she secretly asked Wu Dunru what procedures were required for a Taoist priest to return to secular life. After asking, she regretted it and scolded Wu Dunru, telling him not to talk nonsense.

Yang Guo turned to look at Huang Rong, his smile devoid of any seriousness.

"Chief Huang, what did I promise you?"

"I have a bad memory, can you help me think of something?"

Huang Rong wished she could throw the tea in her hand onto his face.

This was done on purpose!

He deliberately brought this up in front of his daughter to shut her up!

She initially agreed to the marriage in order to create a barrier between Yang Guo and herself, using her daughter as a shield.

As a result, the wall did not stop Yang Guo at all; instead, it trapped him.

Now that she wants to put the marriage on hold, Yang Guo insists on bringing it up in front of Guo Fu.

If she says "that's true," it's tantamount to admitting that she has given her daughter to a man with whom she has an affair.

If she says "that's not true," Guo Fu will be the first to disagree.

Neither advancing nor retreating is an option.

That bastard has figured everything out.

Huang Rong said coldly, "Fu'er, stop fooling around. Don't bring up the past."

Guo Fu was furious and raised her voice by half an inch.

"Mother! You clearly said it yourself! And he agreed! Why aren't you mentioning it!"

Huang Rong slammed her hand on the table.

"Bang!"

The teacup bounced, the lid slid to the side, and tapped against the saucer with a sound.

The bowls and plates on the table all trembled.

"You've learned all the rules but forgotten them! How dare you talk to your mother like that!"

Guo Fu shuddered.

Although Huang Rong usually disciplines her strictly, she rarely slams her fist on the table and gets angry like this in public, perhaps only twice a year.

Guo Fu's eyes immediately reddened, and tears welled up in her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall.

She looked at Huang Rong with a wronged expression, then turned to look at Yang Guo.

She didn't understand what she had done wrong.

It was clearly my mother who brought it up first, but now she won't let me mention it.

There's no such logic in the world.

Wu Dunru and Wu Xiuwen, standing by the door, exchanged a glance, then lowered their heads, not daring to utter a sound.

Yang Guo sighed and patted Guo Fu on the shoulder.

"Don't be sad, Sister Fu. Chief Huang is only doing this for your own good."

His tone softened somewhat.

"I am now the head of the Quanzhen Sect, a Taoist priest. Have you ever seen a Taoist priest get married?"

"If word gets out, where will the thousands of people in the Quanzhen Sect put their faces?"

While uttering grand and dignified words, Yang Guo's feet moved under the table.

Back when he was a movie star in his past life, doing two contradictory things at the same time was his basic skill.

The act of speaking lines is the first layer of the performance presented to the audience.

Using hands and feet to convey subtext is the second layer of information for the director.

He himself was playing on the third level.

The tip of her shoe stepped on Huang Rong's instep.

Huang Rong's back straightened instantly.

My teeth were clenched together, and my molars were grinding painfully together.

She dared not utter a sound.

Lu Wushuang stood three steps away, Guo Fu sat opposite her, the door was open, and maids were walking back and forth outside.

Huang Rong, who had spent her whole life scheming against others, had never been schemed against like this.

But this person, instead of using his brain, schemed against her with his feet.

Guo Fu didn't notice the commotion under the table and shook off Yang Guo's hand.

"You're just looking down on me! It's not like you can't leave the Quanzhen Sect!"

Yang Guo said, "Whether one returns to secular life depends on fate."

"I am now focused on the Tao and have no other thoughts."

Guo Fu stood up and pointed her finger at Yang Guo's nose.

"You'd rather be a lousy Taoist priest than stay here!"

Yang Guo spread his hands, looking completely innocent.

"Fu-mei, be reasonable. When did I ever look down on you?"

"You're so beautiful and from such a good family, I'm way too good for you."

That's half true.

Guo Fu's natural features are indeed quite good; her facial features resemble Huang Rong's. In a few more years, when she matures, she will definitely be no less beautiful than her mother back then.

But Yang Guo's purpose in saying this was not to praise her, but to coax her.

This girl responds better to gentle persuasion than force. The harder you try to be firm, the more stubborn she becomes. But if you soften your stance even slightly, she'll immediately back down.

Guo Fu's fingers froze in mid-air before slowly retracting.

She stared at Yang Guo for a long time, and the anger on her face gradually subsided.

What was revealed beneath that anger was something even she couldn't explain.

She wanted to continue getting angry, but his demeanor was neither flattering nor humble; he just stared at her openly, leaving her unsure whether to scold him or laugh.

Da Wu and Xiao Wu never dared to speak to her like that.

"You really don't plan to leave the monastic life?"

"I don't plan to."

"Then what are you doing in Xiangyang?"

"Come and see Master Guo."

Yang Guo paused for a moment.

"While you're at it, let's check out Chief Huang."

"You only know how to pamper my mother! Humph! I'm ignoring you!"

Guo Fu stamped her foot and turned to walk out.

She took two steps and then stopped, turned around and glared at Yang Guo, her voice filled with resentment.

"Dress nicely for the banquet, don't embarrass me."

After saying that, she blushed and ran out.

The pale yellow hem of her skirt swayed briefly at the moon gate before disappearing from sight.

Wu Dunru and Wu Xiuwen followed behind, limping.

Wu Xiuwen had to lean against the wall every two steps, and his forehead was covered in even more sweat than before.

The lobby quieted down.

Lu Wushuang kept her head down, looking at her toes, and heard and saw nothing.

This girl spent a few months in the Quanzhen Sect, and her ability to read people and situations improved considerably.

He knows better than those seasoned Taoist priests of the Quanzhen School when to be deaf or blind.

Huang Rong waited until Guo Fu's footsteps completely disappeared outside the courtyard before she squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth.

"Take your foot away."

Yang Guo did not move.

Instead, they applied more force, pressing down half an inch on the sole of their shoes.

Huang Rong's brow furrowed in pain.

She raised her leg to kick him away, but Yang Guo hooked her legs together and trapped her calves between them.

Huang Rong's breathing became erratic.

She braced herself on the edge of the table with both hands, leaned forward, and muttered in a low voice:

"Yang Guo! Are you crazy! This is the front hall!"

"What happened in the front hall?"

Yang Guo slowly picked up his teacup, took a sip, and smacked his lips.

"The door is open, and people coming and going can see us sitting here drinking tea in a proper manner."

"As long as Chief Huang keeps quiet, who will know what's going on under the table?"

When he said this, he was actually calculating the time in his mind.

The next batch of maids will bring in hot water; it should be enough for about the time it takes to brew a cup of tea.

What he wanted wasn't to actually do anything to Huang Rong.

What he wanted was for this woman to never be able to maintain her composure in front of him.

The more you tense up, the more I'll pry it open.

I'll stop when you stop being so tense.

Huang Rong's chest heaved violently.

The light purple long gown was tailored to fit the body, and with this breath, the fabric at the neckline stretched taut.

Yang Guo's gaze fell down and lingered for two breaths at her neckline.

Last night, the bite mark he left on her neck was just an inch below her collar.

She was completely covered up, and outsiders couldn't see a single clue.

But Yang Guo knew that location, down to the millimeter.

Huang Rong noticed his gaze, raised one hand to shield her chest, and dug her nails into her palm with the other.

She hated the way he looked at her.

That look wasn't directed at a beggar gang leader, but at something that belonged to him.

What she hated even more was that she didn't feel particularly disgusted by it.

"What exactly do you want?"

"I don't need to do anything."

Yang Guo released her leg and pulled his foot back.

"I just want to talk to Chief Huang about serious business."

"How do you plan to handle that marriage proposal that Fu Mei just mentioned?"

Huang Rong withdrew her leg, subtly adjusted her skirt under the table, and stared at him.

"What do you want me to do?"