The banquet hall is styled like a Western palace, with bright yellow and white walls and ceiling, and thick cashmere carpet on the floor. Under the soft lighting of the hall, Song Tingting, wearing a light pink ancient-style Chinese long dress, looked graceful and bright, just like a lady emerging from the ancient Jiangnan water village.

Even Chen Shouyi couldn't help but lose focus for a moment, but he recovered quickly as it passed:

"What a coincidence, someone gave me an invitation, so I came to have a look."

Song Tingting was filled with surprise and didn't wonder how he got the invitation.

She wasn't planning to come today, but after dinner, she eagerly went to look for her senior, only to find he wasn't home. With her parents persistently encouraging her, coupled with her curiosity about the mysterious martial artists, she decided to come along.

She never expected to see her senior here.

"Is this your girlfriend?" The young lady beside her covered her mouth and laughed.

"No, a neighbor!" Chen Shouyi replied.

The young lady glanced at Song Tingting and said "Oh" meaningfully.

Song Tingting's bright eyes dimmed slightly, but she quickly clenched her fists, reinvigorating herself internally. She believed that as long as she worked hard, it's only a matter of time.

Chen Shouyi didn't explain either, and then asked Song Tingting: "Did you come alone?"

"I came with my dad. He tricked me. This place is boring, but thankfully, I ran into my senior." Song Tingting said shyly with a smile.

Following her discreet gaze, Chen Shouyi glanced over at a group of somewhat stout middle-aged people chatting in the corner, among them a balding middle-aged man who seemed familiar, he'd seen him a few times in the elevator.

Is this Song Tingting's father?

Just then, a robust middle-aged man in a suit raised his glass and walked over smiling:

"Ting Ting, didn't expect to see you here?"

"Hello, Uncle Qian!" Song Tingting quickly and politely greeted him.

"Don't call me uncle, it makes me sound old." He shrugged his shoulders and said: "I'm Qian Yadong, just call me Brother Dong."

"Oh, hello Brother Dong." Song Tingting said.

Chen Shouyi glanced at him and said nothing.

"Who are these two?" Qian Yadong suddenly looked at the young man accompanying Song Tingting and the young lady beside her, smiling as he asked.

"This is my senior, and this is..." Song Tingting said.

"I'm Zhao Qing!" The young lady immediately smiled and extended her hand: "Hedong TV, Legal Report."

Qian Yadong shook hands with her and smiled at Zhao Qing: "Long admired, long admired, I often watch your program."

Then he turned to Chen Shouyi with courtesy, but saw the other party just nod coldly, a trace of displeasure flashed through his mind, and he quickly shifted his gaze,

Zhao Qing smiled gracefully and said: "Really? That would be my honor."

She naturally wouldn't take those words seriously, realizing it was polite talk. She understood the martial artist's target wasn't her, but the pretty young lady.

She couldn't help but wonder what the arrogant young man's mood was at this moment?

Probably felt like he swallowed a fly!

Thinking of this, she found it funny, but also felt somewhat sorry for him.

Sure enough, exchanging a few courteous words, the other party turned their attention to Song Tingting: "Heard from President Song that Ting Ting is now learning Martial Arts, want Brother Dong to teach you?"

He had just met Song Tingting, and at first sight, he was immediately moved. Compared to the mature women here, the budding Song Tingting was like a tender lily.

"No need to trouble Uncle Qian, I'll just learn from my senior." Song Tingting quickly said, glancing at Chen Shouyi.

Hearing this, Qian Yadong glanced at the indifferent young man eating lamb chops beside him.

Oh, it's a little girl's Martial Arts idol.

But this kind of rival is actually quite easy to deal with.

He spoke earnestly in a elder's tone: "Ting Ting, Martial Arts is very rigorous, the basics at the beginning are the most important. Once practiced wrong, it's hard to correct later, don't learn blindly from others."

"But, the senior is really skilled." Song Tingting quickly explained for Chen Shouyi.

Qian Yadong couldn't help but chuckle internally, and said:

"How would a beginner know if someone's skilled? This counts as Martial Artist Apprentice, in the eyes of martial artists, it's full of mistakes. You should ask your senior to practice in front of me, maybe I can point out one or two mistakes."

Even a fool knows this is inappropriate, fearing her senior would get angry, Song Tingting quickly said: "Thank you, Uncle Qian, but better not trouble you."

Qian Yadong smiled with his wine glass raised: "You didn't ask, how do you know your senior wouldn't want to? If not for me, usually, few martial artists would point out mistakes in ordinary people's practice."

After speaking, he looked at Chen Shouyi, curious to see what reaction this somewhat aloof young man would have—whether he would flatly refuse or take the opportunity for instruction. If it was the latter, he would think more highly of him.

Song Tingting looked hesitant.

At this moment, Chen Shouyi finally couldn't hold back, placing his plate with a light clang, he raised his head impatiently and interrupted:

"Oh come on, are you done yet?"

He endured once or twice, but repeatedly being used as a target to show superiority, even a Buddha would burn with anger. Does he really think I'm made of clay?

Where do you get such confidence to show off in front of me?

If he were truly powerful, he would endure, gritting his teeth, but this weakling Martial Artist Level constantly chirping was really infuriating.

As soon as he spoke, the surroundings went silent.

Zhao Qing was shocked, quickly covering her mouth and thinking in her heart: This is bad.

Song Tingting also looked worried.

Qian Yadong became furious, his smile stiffened, trying hard to maintain his image: "Sorry, what did you just say?"

"I told you to get lost, didn't you understand?" Chen Shouyi coldly retorted.

Perhaps the influence of slaughter gave him this effect, or maybe it's the side effects of his body strengthening too fast. On top of being young and vigorous, in daily life, he could maintain a calm and gentle demeanor like a harmless lamb, but once provoked, the brutality within him completely ignites like gasoline on Mars, burning fiercely.

Qian Yadong's face felt hot, his teeth clenched, a strong anger surged to his head, glaring at Chen Shouyi.

But the other's imposing manner was overwhelming, full of confidence, and uncertain of what backing he had, for a moment he hesitated.

...

"President Song, why did you bring your daughter too? If I remember correctly, your precious daughter is only a senior high student, in such a rush." An elderly man in his fifties or sixties joked.

"Yes, President Song, you're not being fair, you said you'd arrange a marriage with my son, but now you don't care?" Another middle-aged man laughed.

"Old brothers, you guys are joking, talking nonsense?" Song Qiran sighed:

"Oh, I'm troubled now, the older my daughter gets, the more she worries me. She'll be a money-loser sooner or later."

Suddenly, a commotion broke out in the banquet hall.

"Hey, what's happening over there? Looks like a conflict."

"President Song, looks like your daughter is there too, better go check."

Song Qiran was startled, there are quite a few martial artists here. If conflict arises, his precious daughter might be affected, so he quickly trotted over, not caring about his image.

...

"Won't back down? Then hurry and get lost!" Chen Shouyi noticed he was still glaring at him, anger surging.

Zhao Qing, with her small red mouth opened, couldn't understand what was happening here.

At first thinking it was an ordinary youth's arrogant fierceness, but now, the previously high-spirited middle-aged martial artist dared anger without daring to speak.

As for Song Tingting, worried and confused, was already trying to understand.

Qian Yadong's forehead veins throbbed, his face flushed, clenched fists creaking, the humiliation made him feel like a volcano about to erupt.

At that moment a tall man quickly walked over.

"Chen Shouyi, what's happening?"

Hearing a familiar voice, Chen Shouyi turned to see Wei Xiang. He didn't expect him to be here too, and his anger slightly eased: "Just a clown, babbling endlessly."

"Wei Xiang, are you trying to defend this kid?" Qian Yadong said bitterly.

"Defend?" Wei Xiang seemed to find something funny, with a grin: "Qian Yadong, I'm helping you. Considering our long-standing friendship, I advise you to leave soon, or you'll end up embarrassed!"

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