What Chuzheng never expected was that her scumbag father would suddenly appear outside the Fengman Building one morning.
It didn’t seem like he was injured much, who knows what Jinhua Saint did to him.
Her scumbag father was incredibly strong in combat, no one dared stop him.
So the scumbag father quickly found Chuzheng: "You good-for-nothing Fong Chuzheng, how dare you screw over your father like this, are you even human!"
Chuzheng calmly retaliated: "You screw over your daughter like this, are you even human?"
Scumbag father: "..."
Her father gave a cold snort: "I won’t stoop to your level, today I ca to tell you sothing..."
"What is it?"
Suddenly, there was a clamorous noise outside, and scumbag father laughed mysteriously: "They’re here, dear daughter, until we et again."
Her father leapt gracefully, intending to leave over the courtyard.
But who knew as soon as he jumped up, his foot slipped, and he fell straight down, crashing to the ground below. His limbs were suddenly bound by sothing, his whole body stiffening like a stick.
Darn it!
What the heck is this!
"Truly, fate."
Feng Hanyuan looked up to et his unfilial daughter’s gaze, almost spitting blood from anger.
"Tower Master, there’s a group of debt collectors outside again!!"
Xi Nan’s voice arrived before he did.
Chuzheng: "..." Scumbag father really can!
Her father lay there on the ground, trying to recover a bit of dignity: "If I weren’t injured, do you think you could catch ?"
Chuzheng with an indifferent face: "Throw him out."
Scumbag father: "..."
Feng Hanyuan was thrown out the door, imdiately grabbed by people outside, and it’s said he nearly lost half his life trying to escape.
Chuzheng put up a sign outside the door: "Feng Hanyuan and dogs are not allowed entry."
For a long period, Feng Hanyuan still persistently ’borrowed money’, but no one dared to co to Fengman Building for money, everyone also knew that the current Tower Master of Fengman Building didn’t get along with Fengman Building.
Chuzheng felt it was truly a martial arts miracle that Feng Hanyuan hadn’t been beaten to death.
Then, after causing a ruckus for a few years, Feng Hanyuan suddenly vanished without a trace.
So said he died, others said he went into hiding with a new identity...
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Two years later.
Fengman Building beca familiar once again among martial arts world people.
Of course not because the people of Fengman Building were formidable, but that... the people of Fengman Building had money.
Whenever anyone from Fengman Building appeared, they always carried gold leaf.
Many people speculated that Fengman Building might have discovered a gold mine, or found treasure.
But whatever the explanation, no one could verify them.
There were also so dubious types who set their sights on Fengman Building, but the result was... tragic.
Being hung outside as a cautionary tale, isn’t that tragic?
Once might be luck, twice could be coincidence, three or four tis...
After enough people had been taught a lesson, no one dared to target Fengman Building anymore.
Fengman Building was wealthy, but you had to stay alive to take advantage of it!!
With that, Fengman Building’s reputation grew, just as Liu Quchen had said, Fengman Building would return to greatness.
However...
Liu Quchen hadn’t expected it to be done this way.
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Today, Fengman Building was vibrant with decorations, bustling with activity, and everyone passing through wore smiles.
Today was Xi Nan’s wedding day, that’s right, Xi Nan was getting married.
Chuzheng felt quite peeved, how could a subordinate beat her, the Tower Master, to getting married?
The bride was Hui Chun, a disciple of Jinhua Saint.
Because of The Blind Painter’s influence, Hui Chun had lived at Fengman Building for a long ti, and sohow these two had gotten together.
Chuzheng leaned on the railing, watching the lively crowd below, pondering what to do tonight.
Suddenly, soone squeezed in under her arm, fitting themselves between the railing and her embrace.
The Blind Painter turned around, leaned against the railing, and wrapped his arms around Chuzheng’s waist: "What are you thinking?"
The youth still looked the sa, ti seed to leave no mark on him, his fiery red robes, a vermilion dot between the eyebrows, making his exquisite beauty ripple.
After so much ti recovering, The Blind Painter’s health had almost fully restored.
His deanor was no longer dark and gloomy, quite a bit more sunny, smiling a lot.
"Why are you up?" Chuzheng brushed his hair laying on his shoulder to his back: "Did they wake you?"
"A bit." The Blind Painter leaned closer, resting his chin on Chuzheng’s shoulder.
The noise was a bit botherso to him.
"Bear with it." Chuzheng patted his back: "After all, life only happens once."
The Blind Painter murmured in agreent, loosened his grip on Chuzheng, and turned to look down with her.
Chuzheng whispered in The Blind Painter’s ear: "Can I like you now?"
Two years is long enough, her patience had its limits.
The Blind Painter’s body slightly stiffened.
This whole ti, had she been good to him?
Undoubtedly, better than anyone.
Ever since he ntioned it that ti, she hadn’t brought up liking him again...
He was different from her brother.
She wouldn’t hurt him because she liked him.
After a while, The Blind Painter nodded: "Hmm."
Chuzheng turned his face to hers and kissed him directly.
The people below must have seen it, because they started cheering.
The Blind Painter suddenly pushed Chuzheng away and ran back to his room.
"What are you cheering about, is everything ready?!" Chuzheng scolded good-naturedly, and the people below laughed and scattered.
The wedding was held on ti, Xi Nan originally wanted Chuzheng to be the witness, but Chuzheng felt she was still young and didn’t want to be a witness, so she let two protectors do it.
[...] Though it didn’t understand what being young had to do with being a witness, it didn’t dare ask.
Chuzheng attended with The Blind Painter, who wore light-colored clothes; after all, it was Xi Nan’s wedding, if he wore red, others might think he was here to steal the bride.
Watching the newlyweds in the central ceremony, Chuzheng reached out and held the youth’s hand.
The youth stared blankly at that side, not reacting until he heard the call to send them to the bridal chamber, and then he snapped back to reality.
Soday, he and the person beside him would be like that?
His heart held a bit of anticipation...
"What’s wrong?"
"No... no," the youth shook his head, lowered it to pick up a cup, and in hurried confusion drank a mouthful, the fiery liquid burning down his throat, making him flushed red.
Chuzheng: "..."
The Blind Painter coughed hard, the tablemates laughed good-naturedly, not intending any harm, but the youth, possibly angry or embarrassed, leaned directly into Chuzheng’s embrace, gripping her like a child.
The Blind Painter’s behavior was familiar to everyone, no one thought anything amiss.
At the wedding banquet, Chuzheng noticed The Blind Painter seed a bit dazed, his body growing hot.
She thought it was from just one drink getting him drunk, as Good Person Card wasn’t known for great alcohol tolerance.
Who knew The Blind Painter wasn’t drunk; however... he was allergic to alcohol.
His whole body broke out in a rash, taking several days to recover.
How good Chuzheng was to this Blind Painter, probably only people from Fengman Building knew.
Feng Hanyuan was a scumbag, leaving love wherever he went, but his daughter devoted her life solely to one person.
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