Martial arts have become extinct worldwide, yet I am forced to have a large family.

Say?

What else can I say?!

Nothing more to say, please get started quickly...

Yang Xian was inwardly wailing.

That's what he thought, but he felt he could still be saved.

"Mengyun, don't get agitated!"

Yang Xian's mind raced as he forced himself to calm down. "She just likes to speak so bluntly, she doesn't think things through, she's not trying to antagonize you!"

But when Jiang Mengyun saw Nan Shunian's "innocent" look, her anger flared up again.

Straightforward?

This is clearly just a pose!

No sooner had these words left his mouth than Nan Shunian muttered under her breath, "Tsk! How is he brainless?"

She tilted her head, her signature dead fish eyes glancing at Jiang Mengyun, then at Yang Xian, who looked nervous.

How could Yang Xian be interested in such a domineering and strong woman?

And judging from this scene, Yang Xian seems to be quite afraid of her!

What a rarity!

Yang Xian didn't have time to pay attention to Nan Shunian's complaints; all he wanted to do now was put out the fire as soon as possible.

He cleared his throat and, steeling himself, began his introduction.

"Mengyun, this is Nan Shunian, who is also from a martial arts family."

Then, he turned to Nan Shunian, his tone becoming much more serious.

"Nan Shunian, this is Jiang Mengyun from the Jiang family, and she is my fiancée."

Yang Xian emphasized the words "fiancée".

Sure enough, those three words eased Jiang Mengyun's sense of grievance a little.

The sharp aura emanating from Jiang Mengyun also softened somewhat.

She raised her chin, a hint of smugness in her eyes.

By publicly revealing her identity, Yang Xian showed that he still cared about her and hadn't forgotten his wife at home because of other women.

Although both were descendants of martial arts families, they had never met each other before.

The reason is simple: Nan Shunian is too lazy. She has never attended any family events that require her to appear in public. All she does is stay at home playing video games all day.

"The Jiang family...?" Nan Shunian curled her lips, her dead fish eyes narrowing slightly.

So they were from the Jiang family.

No wonder she has such a bad temper!

An eerie silence fell over the doorway.

Neither woman spoke; they simply exchanged glances in the air.

Why are you all so quiet...?

Yang Xian felt like he was caught in the middle, and every second felt like an eternity.

In the end, it was Jiang Mengyun who broke the silence first.

She looked down at Nan Shunian with an air of superiority and dismissed him.

"Nan Shunian, right? Once you've dressed, you can leave."

"I'm only giving you three minutes!"

Hearing these two sentences, Nan Shunian's already displeased mood became even more unpleasant!

Although she was a salted fish and found everything troublesome, what she hated most was being told what to do by others, especially when it came to Yang Xian.

"Why should I?" Nan Shunian's voice was soft, but her tone was unusually firm.

She took a step forward and reached out to grab Yang Xian's hand.

"I'm Yang Xian's woman too!"

These words instantly plunged the atmosphere, which had just eased, back to freezing point.

"On what grounds?"

Jiang Mengyun sneered, her tone filled with disdain and oppressiveness.

She took a step forward, each word carrying a strong sense of authority.

"Just because I'm Yang Xian's fiancée, I have his parents' approval, and I'm pregnant with his child!"

She paused, then asked Nan Shunian in return.

"And you?"

"You...! I...!" Nan Shunian stared in astonishment at Jiang Mengyun's lower abdomen, and a crack finally appeared on her expressionless face.

She wanted to say something, but found herself unable to utter a single word.

child?

I'll have that someday too!

Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, Yang Xian quickly spoke up to stop it.

"Speak properly! Don't argue!"

His low growl successfully silenced the two women who were on the verge of exchanging blows.

They just kept glaring at each other, neither willing to give in.

Yang Xian felt a surge of frustration.

Are there always feuds between martial arts families?

Why are all these relationships so difficult to manage?

My head really hurts!

"Don't stand here! Let's go inside and talk about it!"

however……

Jiang Mengyun still crossed her arms, her eyes cold.

Nan Shunian held Yang Xian's hand tightly, as if seeking some kind of security.

Seeing that neither of them moved, Yang Xian simply put on a stern face, grabbed one of each of their hands, and said, "Come in quickly! Otherwise, I'll really get angry!"

Nan Shunian reluctantly turned her head to the side as he grabbed her hand, letting out a soft groan.

Jiang Mengyun also remained silent and followed Yang Xian into the room.

She only dared to throw a little tantrum normally; she really didn't dare to make Yang Xian angry.

Especially at times like this, she was terrified that Yang Xian might really abandon her and her daughter in a fit of anger.

The three of them went inside.

Upon entering the house, Yang Xian's gaze fell upon the several takeout boxes piled on the table and the overflowing trash can next to them.

His temper flared up instantly.

"You jerk! Eating takeout in my dorm is one thing, but not cleaning up afterward is another!"

He looked at the pile of trash and launched into a tirade against the gray-haired girl.

"I was just waiting for you to come back before I cleaned it up..." Nan Shunian shrank back guiltily.

Yang Xian's eye twitched, and he mentally cursed.

Should I clean it up when I get back?

I think you're just waiting for me to come back and clean it up for you, aren't you?

He knew this salted fish's personality all too well; this girl really treated him like a full-time nanny.

Yang Xian didn't continue the topic. He pulled the two women to sit down on the sofa.

He sat in the middle, with the two women on either side.

This scene gave him a bit of the authority of a "head of the family".

"Tell me," Yang Xian said, turning his gaze to Nan Shunian. "Why are you dressed like this in my dorm?"

Nan Shunian rubbed her still slightly damp short hair.

"I woke up yesterday and found you weren't there, so I didn't bother going out."

"Anyway, I'll be playing games whether I go back to my own dorm or here, so there's no difference. I might as well stay..."

Her answer was so confident and assertive that Yang Xian was speechless.

If anyone else had said such a thing, Yang Xian would have suspected that the other person was deliberately trying to stay put.

But coming from Nan Shunian, a patient with terminal laziness, these words couldn't be more true!

For her, as long as there is internet and a computer, it doesn't matter where she is; taking one less step is a victory.

"As for my outfit today..." Nan Shunian continued to explain, "I just finished showering and heard you come back, so I thought I'd surprise you!"

At this point, Nan Shunian showed no embarrassment whatsoever; instead, she deliberately pulled the towel around her neck down a little... revealing her collarbone and a large expanse of skin.

She tilted her head, her lazy eyes staring straight at Yang Xian, her expression still expressionless.

"How is it?"

"How do you like it?"