While I'm at the martial arts academy, my wife is cultivating while I enjoy life.

Ye Rou stretched her muscles and returned to Yang Ding's side feeling refreshed and relaxed. The anxiety she had experienced during her first pregnancy had eased considerably.

The proprietress had been observing her closely, which is why she hadn't called for a stop yet.

"You guys are really blind. Just because Miss Ye is a pretty young girl, you think she's easy to bully. In the end, she became your human punching bag."

"Boss lady, do you know me?" Ye Rou asked.

"Your father, Ye Jian, was the greatest master of the Cataclysmic War, ranking first in the Hall of Heroes. He fought against two great beast kings for forty-nine days, sacrificing himself to bring humanity a brief period of peace."

"This kindness should be remembered by every human being on Earth."

The simple-minded Ye Rou nodded quickly, "Yes, yes, my father is Ye Jian."

The burly men, who had been beaten so badly they wouldn't recognize their own parents, were immediately filled with remorse.

If they had known Ye Rou's identity earlier, they would never have made a move.

To this day, none of the children born to a Grandmaster have been bad.

"Boss lady, since everyone is so grateful, could we consider today's losses theirs?"

"Pfft!" The proprietress covered her mouth with her hand holding the cigarette and burst out laughing, then immediately shook her head seriously, "No way."

This series of actions made it difficult for Yang Ding to determine whether she was a seductive and shameless woman or possessed irresistible charm.

Her charm was tinged with a touch of nobility.

He only sensed that this woman was not someone to mess with.

Ye Rou then looked at the seven burly men who had been beaten, "Do you have any gratitude? Can you bear all the losses?"

"We're already being kind by not asking you for medical expenses."

"So it seems that your respect for my father is all talk."

The proprietress smiled and said, "Miss Ye is really adorable. Fighting is also a form of consumption, and I welcome it with open arms. If you dare to fight, you should be willing to pay. Respect is in your heart, but not a penny less is acceptable."

"Okay, how much?"

The proprietress glanced around and said, "One hundred thousand, you can split it 50/50, no objections?"

"You want me to pay 50,000 yuan for these few broken tables and chairs?"

Ye Rouxin was heartbroken; she regretted not hitting him.

"You don't need this little bit of money, do you?"

Ye Rou looked at Yang Ding and said, "Honey, how much pocket money do you have? The money in your bank account is all in a fixed deposit, and you won't be able to use it until next month when you get your salary."

Holy crap, Yang Ding was dumbfounded on the spot.

His wife must be eyeing his allowance; he's only just saved 50,000.

From now on, I'll be working the night shift every day, so I guess I'll have to grab some skewers, have some late-night snacks, and do some team building activities with my buddies.

The proprietress looked at Yang Ding with eyes that exuded a gentle, captivating charm.

Fortunately, Yang Ding had removed his biases against women before he transmigrated.

Any woman who doesn't belong to him, even if she is as beautiful as the moon and as stunning as a fish or as beautiful as a goose, is not worth a second glance.

"So you're the Ye family's son-in-law that the system forced upon you."

Yang Ding nodded.

The proprietress stretched out her fair and slender hand. "Give it to me. Your two wives together must earn 200 million a year. You wouldn't even refuse to give you this little bit of pocket money, would you?"

Laugh out loud.

Yang Ding shook his head. "I don't plan to give you a single cent."

The proprietress was somewhat surprised, and her pretty face suddenly fell.

"Say it again, you ignorant brat! Do you know where you are? How dare you come here to dine and dash?"

Seeing that the proprietress was really angry, the seven burly men who had been beaten quickly took out their bank cards and lined up at the counter to pay compensation.

Fang Jing and Fang Dalong clearly knew something, and were so frightened that they quickly came up to persuade them.

"Yang Ding, I have money, I'll pay for it for you," Fang Dalong muttered.

Yang Ding pushed his bank card aside and met the eyes of the shop owner.

"I'm not being unreasonable, I'm just explaining the rules to you."

"Fight compensation is the bar's rule, and it's clearly written at the entrance."

"There was a sign at the entrance that said no weapons were allowed inside."

"Of course, that's the rule."

Yang Ding kicked Zhao Laoge, who was lying on the ground fast asleep, revealing his black gold dagger.

"Look what he's holding?"

The proprietress turned to look at the seven burly men. "Is this his?"

The seven burly men shook their heads almost simultaneously; if they nodded, the 50,000 yuan would be gone.

The proprietress picked up the black gold dagger, the hilt of which was engraved with the character "Zhao".

"Wake him up."

A bucket of cold water poured over Brother Zhao, leaving him feeling utterly disheartened.

The first thing he did upon waking up was to take down Yang Ding.

"You insidious bastard."

"What are you talking about, Brother Zhao? I was just trying to break up the fight."

"you……"

"Shut up!" the proprietress yelled, and the arrogant Brother Zhao immediately became docile. "What's your last name?"

"Boss lady, my surname is Zhao."

"Alright, here's your dagger back. Go farm 50,000."

"How many?"

The proprietress glared at him, scaring Brother Zhao so much that his legs went weak on the spot, and he hurriedly went to swipe his credit card.

She looked at Ye Rou and said, "You made me ninety thousand yuan from this fight. The meal is on the house. Come and fight often in the future."

"Running a shady business is really profitable. What kind of person is she?" Yang Ding exclaimed.

After the proprietress left, Fang Jing whispered a reminder: "My father said that all the taverns and clubs, whether in the major city-states or the northern border, are intelligence bases."

"Is this woman a Poison Stinger?"

Shh, don't say it out loud, just know it.

"What's her name?"

Fang Dalong scratched his head. "I think her name is Qin Xiangyu, but I don't know if it's her real name or not."

With two high-class wives, Fang Jing and Ye Rou, Yang Ding not only enjoys the sweetest and most tender life, but also gains access to the highest levels of information in this era.

A woman like Luo Guihua would make Hu Feng eat shit at the drop of a hat.

While eating, Yang Ding's mind raced with deductions.

Hu Feng, Parasite, Team Leader Jiang, Brother Zhao, Dragon Guard, Stinger Organization.

All these forces revolve around him.

By manipulating and controlling these forces, one can quickly climb the rankings.

"Honey, what are you thinking about?"

Not losing money was equivalent to making 50,000, which made Ye Rou even happier.

"I'm thinking about how to control this impulsive little wife of yours."

"This isn't impulsiveness, it's just stretching our muscles. Let's come again next time, okay?"

Yang Ding shook his head frantically, "No, no, don't scare my son."

"No, with proper training, he will awaken his abilities sooner."

"When we get back, I'll train you slowly."

"You stinky husband, what nonsense are you talking about?"

The proprietress returned to her office.

Huang Aqing and Huang Bingbing were both sitting in front of the monitor, each smoking a cigarette.

"Big sister, you've seen Dad, haven't you? Should we kill him or not?"

Qin Xiangyu shook her head. "Dad said to wait and see. Having Ye Rou is troublesome enough. Her father's reputation is too great. If the Queen uses moral blackmail against us, other city-states will be reluctant to provide support."

"Now they've taken Fang Jing as their second wife. Fang Hongbo's youngest daughter just got married to the Lord of Donghai City, which has far-reaching implications."

Huang Aqing sneered, "Is it really that hard for Dad to decide to kill an ordinary person for the first time?"

"That's because you're all simple-minded and only know how to fight. Mental warfare is more terrifying than physical force."

"This queen is truly something else; she's a master of checks and balances."