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

evening.

Because of the limited seating on the aircraft, the Zhang, Peng, and Fang families took a shuttle bus to the city center in advance.

Yang Ding took his three wives to find Mu Lan, who also lived in this military officer's villa area.

Mu Lan's aircraft was parked in the courtyard. She sat inside, dressed in military uniform, waiting. She was clean and fresh, without any makeup.

She felt a little embarrassed when she saw the three women come up looking radiant.

"Is Mr. Yang going to show off that you have three amazing wives?"

Yang Ding nodded. "Yes, is that how Captain Mu dresses?"

"Otherwise, what am I supposed to do? I'm only giving you this little something; am I supposed to wear an evening gown?"

Mu Lan took out her black gold razor worth 2500 yuan. It was manual and the blades could remain sharp for a hundred years.

This woman is so stingy! She actually gave it away. The average cost per person at the Donghai Hotel is over 10,000 yuan, and the second wife lost 7500 yuan when she treated her.

She looked at the baby in Ye Rou's arms, and her voice softened.

How many children do you have?

"We'll have four soon," Yang Ding replied.

"He may not be good at other things, but he's quite capable at this kind of thing."

"Who says I'm not good at anything else?" Yang Ding asked.

"You're good, you're good..." Mu Lan shouted to the unmanned aerial vehicle, "Take off to the Donghai Hotel."

"Yes, Master."

Ye Rou placed Yang Jian into Mu Lan's arms, "Dean Mu, hold my son, he's very cute, his eyes are like my dad's, and he looks like my husband overall."

Mu Lan was clearly not good at holding babies, and looked at the little life in her arms helplessly.

"Yeah, he does look a bit like your dad, and he's even more handsome than your husband."

"Have you really met Ye Rou's father?" Yang Ding asked.

If you've seen her and remember her, Mu Lan is at least forty years old.

However, because she is a wood-type SS-level ability user, she can stay young forever and still looks like she is in her early twenties.

"Never seen it before."

Mu Lan was about to return the child to Ye Rou, but Ye Rou pushed it back.

"Dean Mu, since you also think my son is adorable, why don't you become his godmother?"

"This...this isn't a good idea."

Mu Lan was a little flustered. She looked at Yang Ding, then at Zhou Ruoxi and Fang Jing.

Ye Rou was too overly familiar, catching her off guard.

This doesn't seem like she's ever been married, which is very puzzling.

Ye Rou, always a social butterfly, was warm and generous. Seizing the opportunity, she said, "What's wrong with that? Jian'er, quickly call her godmother."

"no……"

"Our Jian'er has a godmother now, honey, are you happy?" Ye Rou asked.

Yang Ding nodded quickly, "Happy, happy for my son."

Mu Lan thought she was just going to be a godmother, but Yang Ding, Zhou Ruoxi, and Fang Jing knew that Ye Rou wanted to bring her into the family as the fourth child.

"Alright then, since you've put it that way, I can't really refuse."

Mu Lan seemed to fall for this too, and only returned Yang Jian to Ye Rou after they arrived at the Donghai Grand Hotel.

After disembarking from the aircraft, she specifically looked at Yang Ding and gave him some instructions.

"Wang Xuehua's husband likes to make poison. Apart from what Cai Xiaoling and I give you, don't eat or drink anything else."

In addition to its healing abilities, the Wood element also possesses a filtering ability.

Yang Ding didn't tell her that he had water-based abilities, he just nodded and said, "Okay."

Mu Lan is becoming more and more like Yao Guangwei.

At the banquet, Fang Hongbo, accompanied by his four wives, son-in-law Wang Gao, and daughter Fang Qiuyue, greeted the guests.

All one hundred of his lieutenant-level officers naturally arrived, and the generals from other military regions also arrived one after another.

Everyone received an invitation, and they all came reluctantly.

These days, prices are soaring and cultivation resources are even more scarce. Who has extra money for a banquet? It would be embarrassing to give too little. We just attended Wang Gaofang Qiuyue's wedding a few months ago.

The officers' families all lived in Donghai City and dared not offend the Wang family.

So the atmosphere was very awkward, and Fang Hongbo kept apologizing.

"Brother, I'm sorry to bother you."

"It's Brother Fang's birthday, we have to come!" the Seventh District Commander said with an awkward laugh.

"Brother, don't be shy, come over for a meal, why bother with a red envelope?"

The second concubine quickly accepted the red envelope, and with a quick pinch of her two fingers, she knew the amount was about ten thousand yuan, which wasn't much, just barely passing.

"General Huo, your presence is a token of our appreciation; sending a red envelope would be too formal."

General Huo smiled broadly, but inwardly he was cursing. He walked to the head table and sat down.

The main table was reserved for the three masters of the Wang family, Fang Hongbo and his wife, as well as Vice Marshal Zhang Beiye and nine generals.

Soon, Zhang Peng and Fang Dalong arrived with their wives.

Zhang Peng handed over a red envelope containing 10,000 yuan, which was accepted by the second concubine with a fake smile.

"What, didn't your eldest son-in-law come with you?"

Wang Gao laughed and said, "Mom, didn't you tell her?"

"I did notify them, but they're probably too scared to come. How pathetic, can't even afford a 10,000 yuan gift?"

The second concubine then reached out to Fang Dalong and Zhang Yan, "Where are your gifts for Father?"

"Do you want some fart?"

Fang Dalong had no intention of giving his father a gift at all.

Wang Gao glared at him, "You good-for-nothing, how dare you talk to my mother like that?"

Fang Hongbo glared at him. "What business is it of yours to meddle in the affairs of the Fang family?"

Although Wang Gao was arrogant, he was still somewhat afraid of his father-in-law, Fang Hongbo, so he probably wouldn't get slapped for nothing.

Just then, the East Sea Navy soldiers guarding the door shouted, "Commander-in-Chief Zhang Beiye has arrived."

All the generals and lieutenant-level officers were so frightened that they all stood up, knelt down in unison, and shouted, "Welcome, Vice Marshal Zhang!"

The three old men of the Wang family also walked towards the door with smiles on their faces.

Standing at 2.46 meters tall with a robust and muscular build, Zhang Beiye strode in. He was wearing a custom-made black leather jacket and sunglasses, and his powerful aura inspired awe.

There aren't many martial artists at the mid-ninth rank on the entire Blue Star, and the cultivation resources they consume are worth tens of billions.

"Get up, all of you! Get up!"

Zhang Beiye first shook hands with the three masters of the Wang family, and then took out a large red envelope containing 100,000 yuan in cash and handed it to the second concubine.

He gripped Fang Hongbo's hand tightly and began to speak loudly and sarcastically.

"Old Fang is 45 years old this year. He has worked with me for 30 years, and this is the first time he has held a birthday banquet. I am over 100 years old and I have never held one. You have to say that the wives of Donghai are exquisite and classy."

The three concubines of the Fang family smiled awkwardly. They had no temper at all when Zhang Beiye made sarcastic remarks to them.

"It is an honor to have Vice Marshal Zhang here in person."

Zhang Beiye had a face full of fat and rough skin. He looked down at his thin second concubine.

"This is not the Fang family's property, but the Wang family's property. Using the phrase 'honoring your humble abode' is inappropriate."

This is a warning to the second concubine: don't forget that Fang Hongbo is the commander-in-chief of the East China Sea Navy, and you can't get too close to the Wang family.

"Yes, yes..."

The second concubine suddenly felt the red envelope in her hand was burning hot, and Fang Hongbo wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Wang Gao quickly reached out his hand, trying to curry favor with Zhang Beiye.

"Commander Zhang, hello, I've heard so much about you."

Zhang Beiye took off his sunglasses, looked at him, and asked, "Are you Yang Ding, the eldest son-in-law of the Fang family who single-handedly overthrew Jiangling City?"

"Huh? Don't you recognize me, Second Commander?"

Should I get to know you?