From rejecting the beautiful female CEO to becoming extremely powerful

Feng Qianyi pushed the wheelchair into the detached villa behind the hotel.

When the old lady suggested moving in and living alone, Feng Qianyi tried to stop her several times.

Fengshan and Fenghe didn't stop her, but the old lady was stubborn, and that was the end of it.

Feng Qianyi had no choice but to hire a nanny and caregiver, so that someone would be there for her 24 hours a day.

After sitting down inside, the old lady waved to Qi Yufei.

"Go out for a walk, I want to talk to your sister and the others for a bit."

Qi Yufei responded and ran off.

There were only three people left in the living room.

Feng Qianyi poured a glass of warm water and handed it to her: "Grandma, have some water and rest."

The old lady didn't take the cup; instead, she rested her hand on the armrest and stared at Feng Qianyi for a long time.

"Qianyi, do you resent Grandma?"

Feng Qianyi squatted down, put the water glass aside, and wrapped her hands around the old lady's hands.

"What are you saying, Grandma? You raised me, sent me to school, and let me manage the company. How could I possibly resent you?"

"I run the company not for the shares, but to help you preserve what Grandpa left behind and support this family."

"Silly girl."

The old lady's eyes reddened, and she placed her palm on Feng Qianyi's head, gently stroking it.

"Whether you're my biological granddaughter or not, to your grandma, you're my most beloved granddaughter. That will never change."

She withdrew her hand, shifted her gaze to the window, and sighed deeply.

"Zhao Rui's farce today made me see things clearly."

"Fengshan and Fenghe, one only wants to fight for the family property, and the other can't even control his own wife."

"If Fengming Group falls into their hands, it won't last five years before it collapses."

The old lady turned her face away, her voice becoming somber.

"Grandma has decided. All the shares I own will be transferred to your name."

"grandmother……"

"Let me finish speaking first."

The old lady gripped Feng Qianyi's fingers with more force than usual.

"Fengming was built brick by brick by your grandfather. I'm too old to protect it now, and I can't count on Fengshan and Fenghe. Only you can shoulder this responsibility."

She paused, the lines at the corners of her mouth deepening.

"I understand that if you accept this, your future won't be easy."

"Those two uncles won't let this go easily, and there are people watching outside too."

"Grandma is asking you, are you willing or not?"

Feng Qianyi did not hesitate.

"Yes, I'm willing. It's what I should do anyway. Don't worry, I'll take good care of the company and won't let you worry about me."

The old lady patted the back of her hand and looked up at Lu Yunzhou.

"Like the wind... no, Lu Yunzhou."

Lu Yunzhou stood up straight: "Grandma, please speak."

"Qianyi is such a stubborn child. She always takes everything on herself and never complains, even when she's wronged."

The old woman looked him up and down. "From now on, you'll stay by her side and keep an eye on her for me. Don't let anyone bully her, and don't let her push herself too hard."

Lu Yunzhou nodded: "Grandma, don't worry. As long as I'm here, I won't let her suffer any injustice."

"Okay, I've got it."

The old lady waved her hand, "You go out and rest first, I'll chat with Qianyi for a bit more."

Lu Yunzhou left the villa and lit a cigarette on the porch.

The wind in the north of the city was dry, carrying the heat of the afternoon.

He took a couple of puffs, pondering his current predicament.

After breaking through the seventh aperture of the Creation Technique, his true energy became much stronger, but the last time he fought those two foreign mercenaries, the victory was not easy.

He had no idea what kind of experts were hidden under the command of the people at the Cloud Peak Club.

The Nightingale beside Su Qingwan possessed a cultivation level superior to his.

Xiao Sihai has at least three guards at the Gangqi level.

He needs more information.

Are there any places in Sheng'an City where people actually practice martial arts?

What kind of circle do those ancient martial arts practitioners belong to?

If you rely solely on the Creation Technique and practice it blindly, you'll suffer sooner or later.

He put out the cigarette halfway through.

It was a little past 2 p.m.

Lu Yunzhou hailed a taxi and gave the address as Jingwu Road.

He had heard Brother Leopard mention this road before.

Most of the officially registered martial arts schools in Sheng'an City are located in that area.

He parked the car at the intersection, got out, and walked inside.

The streets were more bustling than I had imagined.

The shops on both sides are side by side, with various recruitment notices pasted on the glass doors.

Several martial arts schools had their doors wide open, and seven or eight people in training uniforms were practicing their punches in the open space in front of them, their shouts and the muffled sounds of palms striking flesh mingling together.

Lu Yunzhou glanced at it a few times.

Those moves were wide and graceful, but the footwork was unsteady and the center of gravity was unstable. At most, they would only leave a red mark on a person.

A mere decorative display.

He had only taken a few steps when a young man in a white training uniform came up to him, holding a stack of colorful flyers and smiling warmly.

"Brother, want to learn kung fu? Our school teaches real weapons, practical combat! Whether you want to improve your health or defend yourself, you can learn!"

Lu Yunzhou took the flyer and glanced at it.

The annual fee is 68,000.

Equipment fees, examination fees, and private lessons are all separate.

It adds up to at least tens of thousands a year.

He shoved the flyer back: "It's too expensive, I'll just look at it casually."

The young man tried to pull him back, but Lu Yunzhou had already walked far away.

He walked along Jingwu Road from one end to the other, entering four or five martial arts schools, all of which followed the same routine.

The coach's moves were flashy, and the trainees just copied along, but none of them could actually hold their own.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, his peripheral vision caught sight of a small shop at the end of the street.

The shop door was half open, and it was pitch black inside.

There was no sign at the entrance, and the walls were peeling and mottled. Compared to the well-decorated martial arts schools on both sides, it looked incredibly shabby.

A woman came out from inside.

Wearing black trousers, a fitted jacket, a face mask, and her hair tied back.

She walked quickly and nimbly, heading straight to a black sedan parked by the roadside and opening the car door.

Lu Yunzhou stopped in his tracks.

That figure.

The angle of the shoulder line, the way the waist and hips exert force when walking, and that sense of ferocity that comes from the very bones.

He had seen it.

In the darkness of that budget hotel, beneath the fox mask, the hand pressing against his throat, the profile he saw after tearing off the mask.

nightingale?

The car door closed, the black sedan merged into the traffic, and quickly turned the corner and disappeared at the intersection.

Lu Yunzhou stared at the rear of the car for a few seconds, but didn't chase after it.

The distance was too great, and his mask covered most of his face, so he couldn't be 100% sure.

But that feeling was very strong.

He withdrew his gaze and looked back at the dilapidated martial arts school.

There wasn't even a plaque at the entrance; the only sign was four crooked characters written in calligraphy on the door frame—"Bajiquan Hall."

The ink has faded and is almost invisible unless you look closely.

Lu Yunzhou walked over, stood at the door, and looked inside.

The yard wasn't big, the ground was old cement, and there were a few wooden stakes and a row of rusty iron frames in the corner.

It was deserted and so quiet that it seemed out of place with the noise outside.

He raised his hand and knocked on the half-closed door.

Is anyone there?

There was no movement inside.

He called out again.

Footsteps came from inside, light and quick.

A girl ran out from under the eaves.

He had short, ear-length hair, striking features, and wore a faded gray training uniform with cloth shoes on his feet.

He wasn't tall, but when he stood still, his center of gravity was extremely stable, and his toes were slightly turned outward, which was an instinctive stance for martial arts practitioners.

"Who should I look for?"

She sized up Lu Yunzhou, her tone not exactly polite.

"I'd like to find one of the masters at the academy to ask them a few questions."

As soon as the words left her mouth, the girl's expression changed.

Her eyebrows furrowed, her chin was raised, and a sharp glint flashed in her eyes.

"Want to learn from you?"

She took a step forward, clenching her fists so tightly that her knuckles cracked.

"Fine. If you want to see my grandfather, you'll have to get past me first."