"Whatever you say."
Xu Mu waved his hand, not bothering to argue with someone like that.
"Just wait two minutes, and we'll go again!"
Liu Langtao kept his eyes closed, but his mouth remained defiant.
"Fine, I'll give you two minutes," Meng Wanyue replied calmly.
Nearby, Xu Ningbing finally realized she had misjudged Xu Mu.
Whether someone had trained or not could be seen in their movements.
This woman’s knee strike earlier had been flawless, her technique clearly professional.
[Affection +3]
Xu Ningbing stole a glance at Xu Mu, wondering when their father had assigned him such a skilled female bodyguard.
This time, the person in charge, Tian Kai, didn’t intervene.
When negotiating the collaboration with the Xu Corporation, Liu Langtao had been a key factor.
His original plan was to use this program to turn Liu Langtao into a combat sports star.
Now, seeing him get knocked down by a woman was nothing short of humiliating.
Two minutes passed in a blink. Liu Langtao sat up, shaking his head vigorously, feeling mostly recovered.
Since he hadn’t actually fought earlier—just collapsed instantly—he hadn’t lost much stamina.
"Come on!"
Liu Langtao stood up, glaring at Meng Wanyue. "You’re a girl—you should wear protective gear. Otherwise, you won’t last a single punch."
"No need for gear."
Meng Wanyue slipped off her shoes again. "Let’s treat this as a real fight."
"You’re really asking for it!"
Liu Langtao stepped forward, no longer thinking about groundwork—just one punch to knock this arrogant woman out.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
His fists flew, but Meng Wanyue seemed to anticipate every move, dodging effortlessly.
"Damn it!"
Liu Langtao grew increasingly frantic, launching a whip kick straight at Meng Wanyue’s neck.
She ducked low, sidestepped to his flank, avoided the kick, then struck—one punch to the gut, another to his chin.
The sequence was seamless.
Thud! Thud!
Liu Langtao hit the floor again.
Shock.
Everyone present was stunned, unable to believe their eyes.
The first time might’ve been luck, but this was pure skill.
The only one unfazed was Xu Mu.
Of course.
This woman was one of the Dragon King’s three thousand elite warriors—and among the highest-ranked.
She had to be a martial artist.
To someone like her, these people’s strikes moved in slow motion.
"Bravo!"
Xu Ningbing clapped enthusiastically.
The staff behind her followed suit, and even the surrounding athletes joined in.
The gap was just too vast—especially those evasive maneuvers, dazzling to watch.
Liu Langtao was still conscious, but the world spun around him. He couldn’t get up.
Losing to a woman shattered his arrogance and confidence in an instant.
He wished he could vanish into the ground. Instead, he closed his eyes and pretended to be unconscious.
Tian Kai, though embarrassed, forced a smile and clapped. "The Xu Corporation truly has hidden talents."
"Flattery won’t get you anywhere, Tian Kai," Xu Ningbing replied with a diplomatic, insincere smile.
Tian Kai then approached Meng Wanyue with a grin. "Miss, why not join us? You’re beautiful and skilled—you could be a combat sports star. You’d earn far more than you do now."
"Sorry, I belong to Young Master Xu. He’s even stronger than I am. I’ve only picked up a few amateur moves from him."
Meng Wanyue glanced at Xu Mu.
Xu Mu stood with his hands in his pockets, exuding an air of effortless superiority.
This girl knew how to talk—flattering him indirectly. Definitely deserved a bonus later.
"What? Mr. Xu is stronger?"
Tian Kai was dumbfounded. The others gasped in surprise.
Still, Xu Mu’s tall, lean frame and long reach did make him look like prime fighter material.
"Just decent. My sister’s not bad either—she can hold her own against me for a couple of moves."
Xu Mu pointed at Xu Ningbing.
Xu Ningbing shot him a cold glare.
Bragging just because your bodyguard is good?
If not for the family’s reputation, she’d teach him a lesson right now.
Tian Kai turned to Xu Ningbing in amazement. "President Xu, perhaps you could give us a demonstration? We have female fighters who could spar with you."
"Don’t listen to his nonsense. We’re just hobbyists—not qualified to instruct professionals."
Xu Ningbing shook her head. "Let’s focus on the program."
"Of course."
Tian Kai nodded.
Xu Mu was about to follow when he remembered—he’d promised Lu Xueyao yesterday.
He was supposed to meet her at the school gate at noon.
He tapped Meng Wanyue’s shoulder. "Wanyue, let’s head back. I just remembered something."
Meng Wanyue nodded.
On the way, Xu Mu pulled out his phone and sent her a 200-yuan bonus.
"Reward for today’s help," he said with a grin.
"Thank you, Mr. Xu."
Meng Wanyue pretended to be pleased, though money meant nothing to her.
"Don’t eat dinner tonight. I’m treating you."
"Thanks, but you should dine with your family instead," Meng Wanyue declined.
"I’ll bring them along. No excuses—I owe you one today."
Xu Mu was finally getting his life on track.
Ye Tong was a steady source of "justice points."
Ye Yu’s affection was still negative, but rising slowly.
His own family was stable—now, he needed to focus on Meng Wanyue.
As the Dragon King’s agent, she was his eyes and ears.
Only by showing her that his sisters were doing well could he delay the Dragon King’s return—buying himself more time to grow stronger.
Xu Mu’s plan was simple:
Pull Meng Wanyue to his side before she became one of the Dragon King’s harem members.
"Fine."
Meng Wanyue gave a slight nod.
Raised as an assassin, she was solitary by nature—no friends, no socializing.
Since arriving in Jiang City, aside from investigating Ye Tong and Ye Yu, she’d locked herself in her rented room.
Now, with a job, she had to go out during the day.
But after work, she’d grab a quick meal and retreat back inside.
"That’s more like it."
Xu Mu flashed her his brightest smile.
Meng Wanyue turned her face toward the window.
Xu Mu cursed inwardly—his charm attack had failed again.
——
After dropping Meng Wanyue at the company, Xu Mu rushed straight to Jiang City First High.
He knew the place well—he used to come daily to deliver flowers to Mu Qingying.
But Mu Qingying would have to wait.
Sure, she was… impressively endowed, leaving Xu Mu with lingering regrets.
But his sister Xu Ningbing was just as striking.
Rather than pursue Mu Qingying, he’d focus on winning over Xu Ningbing.
A Level 10 "Destiny" was far more valuable.
Before he knew it, it was already 11:40 in the morning.
Xu Mu suddenly noticed a group of women emerging from around the corner.
The leader had dyed brown hair and a lip piercing, looking no older than twenty.
The others around her were dressed in eccentric outfits, giving off a grungy vibe.
They stood not far away, smoking cigarettes.
Xu Mu cracked the car window slightly, curious about what they were discussing.
"Today's Monday—that trash-picker should’ve gotten her allowance by now,"
the girl with the lip piercing said, cigarette dangling between her fingers.
"Perfect timing. Let’s treat ourselves to a good lunch later,"
another woman with narrow eyes and straight bangs chimed in, grinning.
Hearing this, Xu Mu narrowed his eyes.
Could these be the ones bullying Lu Xueyao?
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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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