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

Yang Guo put down his teacup and tapped his fingers on the table twice, unhurriedly.

a bit.

Two times.

Huang Rong stared at his fingers, feeling inexplicably irritated.

Every time this bastard acts like this, it means he's about to scheme against someone again.

She'd seen it too many times; it was never a good thing.

Yang Guo smiled.

He just loved seeing Huang Rong's expression like that.

Even knowing they're digging a pit, they still have to jump in.

She made the first move.

"That's a good question, Chief Huang."

"You were the one who proposed the marriage, and now you're the one who wants to back out."

"What am I supposed to do?"

Huang Rong lowered her voice: "You knew perfectly well that it was just a temporary measure. If it weren't to shut you up back in the carriage, would I have brought up Fu'er?"

Yang Guo leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest.

"oh."

"So she was using her daughter as a shield."

Huang Rong's face stiffened.

She knew she shouldn't have responded, but she had already said it.

This is tantamount to admitting that the initial motives for the marriage were impure.

Yang Guo continued, "Now that the shield is no longer effective, what does Chief Huang plan to use to shut me up?"

Huang Rong glared at him.

"Stop pretending to be innocent after you've gotten the benefit."

"Brother Jing will be back this afternoon. If he finds out about this, do you think you can get away unscathed?"

Yang Guo loved watching Huang Rong bring up Guo Jing to put him in his place.

I prefer to see her feel guilty after she moves out.

It's always the same; he uses Guo Jing as a weapon, but before the weapon can even reach anyone, he cuts his own hand first.

"If Master Guo knew that his beloved nephew, whom he treated like his own son, was now the leader of the Quanzhen Sect in Zhongnan Mountain, he would still be sharing his burdens."

Yang Guo paused, his eyes full of laughter.

"If he's in a good mood, he might even toast me with a glass of wine."

Huang Rong blushed instantly.

She glanced to the side instinctively.

Lu Wushuang was still standing not far away, head down, as if she hadn't heard anything.

Although Huang Rong knew that Lu Wushuang was aware of her relationship with Yang Guo, she still felt somewhat ashamed in front of an outsider.

She hissed, "Shut up! You may be shameless, but I still have my pride!"

Yang Guo leaned forward slightly, looking at her across the table.

Have you no shame?

"Why didn't Chief Huang think of those two words last night by the canopy bed?"

Huang Rong's breathing became erratic.

The lotus-colored hem of her dress stretched taut as her chest rose and fell.

She gripped the teacup tightly, wanting to splash the tea on his face.

But she didn't dare.

That bastard is capable of anything.

If you really anger him, he might not give Lu Wushuang much face in front of her.

Huang Rong had lived for thirty-five years, and this was the first time she had been completely controlled by a young man in his early twenties, yet she was the one who had walked into that situation step by step.

Huang Rong forcefully suppressed the fire.

"What exactly do you want?"

Yang Guo smiled.

Once this woman softens her stance, things become much easier.

"Simple."

"You're more eager for this marriage than I am."

Huang Rong's eyelid twitched.

Yang Guo crossed his legs and tapped his fingers on the table again.

"It was you who spoke up in the carriage."

"You're using Fu Mei as a shield, trying to keep me out."

"And the result? Whether it was blocked or not, you know the answer in your heart."

Huang Rong didn't say anything.

What could she say?

So you said you blocked it? Then what about last night?

Yang Guo continued, "Now that Sister Fu is serious, you're in a difficult situation."

"If you go back on your word on the spot, Fu-mei, with her temper, will definitely cause a huge uproar. If she cries, screams, and threatens suicide, will your manor ever have any peace and quiet again?"

"If you don't back out, this marriage will remain unresolved, and sooner or later there will be a resolution."

"What will you say when Guo Jing returns and asks, 'Guo'er, have you settled things with Fu'er yet?'"

Huang Rong's fingers clenched tightly under the table.

She hadn't thought about that.

No, she had thought about it, but had been avoiding it.

I always thought that if I put it off, it would get better, but some things get worse the longer they are put off.

Guo Jing was a stubborn man.

When she made the marriage promise in the carriage, Guo Fu went back and told her father.

Although Guo Jing did not express his opinion, given his personality, he had most likely already accepted the marriage in his heart.

Yang Guo was Yang Kang's son, and Guo Jing always felt guilty towards him.

In Guo Jing's view, marrying his daughter to Yang Guo would wipe away all the grudges between the two families, which would be the best outcome.

This knot was much more deadly than she had imagined.

Huang Rong said coldly, "So you just want to dump all this mess on me?"

"Who told you to scheme against me in the first place?"

Yang Guo looked at her with a smile.

He felt no remorse whatsoever.

You, Huang Rong, are known as the female Zhuge Liang, and you've schemed against people your whole life. Now that you've been schemed against, you can't stand it?

"Chief Huang, scheming against others comes at a price."

"Since you've dragged me into this scheme, don't expect me to obediently play the role of a pawn."

Huang Rong remained silent.

She couldn't refute that.

From that bathtub on Peach Blossom Island, she gradually fell into Yang Guo's rhythm.

She used to think she could control everything.

She only realized now that she had been led astray by this bastard all along.

What's most infuriating is that she can't even explain exactly where she started to lose control.

Huang Rong said, "Alright, I'll go and explain it to Fu'er."

Yang Guo shook his head.

You can't say that.

Huang Rong frowned: "Didn't you tell me to go and tell them?"

"What I'm saying is, you're the one who has to clean up this mess."

Yang Guo extended one finger.

"But this is something neither you nor I can back down from."

"We need to let Fu Mei back on her own."

Huang Rong's eyes flickered.

"Refund it yourself?"

"right."

Yang Guo sat up straight, his tone becoming more serious.

He had already thought this through thoroughly in his mind.

Guo Fu is just like her mother; the more you push her, the more stubborn she becomes.

You have to stroke it in the right direction.

"Think about it, why does Fu think this marriage is a good idea?"

"First, it was her mother who spoke up."

"Secondly, I didn't refuse."

"Third, she doesn't have a better option than me."

Huang Rong did not interrupt him.

She was listening.

This gesture itself shows that she has already been led by him.

Yang Guo extended his second finger, and then his third.

"Do you really think Fu-mei would be interested in those two, Da-wu and Xiao-wu?"

"One is a quiet, reserved person, and the other is a hothead. They follow each other around all day, like two lapdogs."

"Even though Fu Mei doesn't say it, she's already tired of seeing it."

Huang Rong paused for a moment while holding the teacup.

That's an unpleasant thing to say.

But it is the truth.

Da Wu and Xiao Wu were Guo Jing's disciples, from decent families, and their martial arts skills were also quite good.

Compared to Yang Guo, he is far inferior.

Guo Fu may have fun with them, but when it comes to actually getting married, her mind is already biased.

She, as a mother, understood this better than anyone else.

Yang Guo said, "So the key lies in the third point."

"As long as someone better than me appears in Fu Mei's life, she will waver."

Huang Rong sneered, "Better than you? You're not being modest at all."

I was referring to how she saw it.

Yang Guo corrected her, "What kind of man does Fu-mei like? He has to be handsome, have a sweet tongue, be capable, and be devoted to her."

"I happen to fit all of them."

Huang Rong's eyes turned cold.

She wanted to refute it, but when she opened her mouth, she found that she couldn't find a single thing to deny it.

That bastard really fits every single one of these criteria.

What's even more infuriating is that he treated Guo Fu this way, and the same way he treated her.

Yang Guo, however, was not embarrassed at all.

"What's more troublesome is that I'm still a Taoist priest. I can get what I want, but I can't see it clearly or hold onto it. The more she can't have it, the more easily she'll get carried away."

"It's the same principle as those auctions in the martial arts world. If you put something there and let people buy it, nobody will even glance at it. But if you say it's 'not for sale,' everyone will want to snatch it up."

Huang Rong frowned more and more as she listened.

Although this bastard's words are annoying, every single one of them hits the nail on the head.

She knows her daughter too well.

Guo Fu had everything she wanted since childhood, but she ran into a snag with Yang Guo.

The more you touch it, the more you want it; the more you can't have it, the harder it is to let go.

And what about herself? Wasn't she the same way back then?

When the thought popped into Huang Rong's head, she felt a chill run down her spine and quickly suppressed it.

Yang Guo said, "If you can find someone with similar conditions and hang around her every day, she'll naturally start to have feelings for him over time."

"You don't need to be better than me, as long as you're fresh enough."

"Women, once their attention is diverted, the old one doesn't seem so appealing anymore."

Huang Rong stared at him for a long time.

"You've already thought it through."

"No, I was just thinking about it."

Yang Guo remained calm and composed.

He had indeed thought it through long ago.

I made up my mind last night when I was squatting on the roof ridge enjoying the breeze.

Guo Fu, this chess piece, cannot be left on the chessboard to get in the way.

But we can't force it; we have to let her roll away on her own.

Huang Rong, of course, did not believe it.

This person never fights a battle unprepared.

He could even calculate exactly where to place his feet under the table, let alone his daughter's marriage.

She asked, "Do you have someone in mind?"

Yang Guo shook his head.

"Where am I supposed to find so many talented young men? You'll have to handle this. You're her mother; she won't be too resistant to people you introduce."

Huang Rong fell silent.

This method is feasible.

But it's not easy to do.

Guo Fu's standards have been raised by Yang Guo; ordinary people simply cannot catch her eye.

Moreover, these things can't be rushed. If you push too hard, it will only make Guo Fu cling even more to Yang Guo.

But if we don't do it, this bomb will eventually explode on our own heads.

There are indeed several military families in Xiangyang.

Huang Rong muttered to herself, her fingers unconsciously twirling the teacup.

"Lu Wende's second son is nineteen this year. He is skilled in archery and horsemanship, and is also quite handsome..."

She shook her head halfway through her sentence.

"No. That boy is too quiet; Fu'er can't even exchange three sentences with him."

Yang Guo didn't interrupt.

He held his teacup and watched Huang Rong's expression, secretly delighted.

The dignified leader of the Beggars' Sect, the female strategist Huang Rong, was now behaving exactly like an old mother worrying about her daughter's blind date.

Huang Rong thought for a moment and said, "Fan Tianshun's nephew is sweet-talking, but his martial arts skills are mediocre. Fu'er wouldn't be interested in him."

Yang Guo remained silent, simply sipping his tea slowly.

Huang Rong looked up at him and suddenly understood.

This bastard isn't waiting for her to choose someone at all.

He was worried because he saw her.

Watch her rack her brains for his sake, watch her eliminate one by one, watch her go through the young people in Xiangyang City again and again in her mind.

He enjoyed the process.

Huang Rong slammed her teacup on the table, her voice turning colder: "Don't try to make a fool of yourself here."

Yang Guo shrugged: "No, I wasn't. I was just listening attentively to Chief Huang's analysis of the situation."

"Your analysis is excellent, please continue."

Huang Rong was so angry she wanted to grind her teeth.

She had roamed the martial world for half her life and seen all sorts of things, but in front of this scoundrel, she couldn't even muster a reason to be angry.

Because she knew that the angrier she got, the happier he would be.

She said softly, "Let me think about it some more."

Yang Guo's lips curved into a smile.

When Huang Rong said "I'll think about it again," it meant that she had already accepted the idea.

She just needed to figure out the details.

Huang Rong never disappoints when she gets things done.

Once this woman makes up her mind, she's more decisive than anyone else.

Yang Guo added, "But then again, you were the one who proposed the marriage, so you're the one who has to clean up the mess."

"How you explain it to Uncle Guo and how you comfort Fu Mei is your responsibility."

"I'll just watch the show."