Martial Arts Crossover: My master tricked Huang Rong into becoming my wife!

Looking at Lu Youjiao's bitter expression, Chen Yanzhou sighed helplessly and said with a sense of disappointment.

"Grandpa Lu, how many times have I told you? Our Beggars' Sect is now doing legitimate business."

"The Yiyun Division handles tens of thousands of dollars every day, and the accounts are piled up like mountains. You can't even read all the words. How will you protect this money bag in the future? If you are fooled by some unscrupulous person, all our hard work over the past few months will have been for nothing."

Lu Youjiao blushed, coughed twice to cover his face, and looked away, not daring to meet Chen Yanzhou's gaze.

"Ahem... Um, Yanzhou."

"Let's talk about this later. You've been gone for over half a month without a word. Let's first talk about where you've been all this time..."

Chen Yanzhou was not about to let him get away with it so easily.

"Don't interrupt. Those primers I specially left for you before I left—have you memorized the *Thousand Character Classic*? Have you learned all the surnames in the *Hundred Family Surnames*?"

Lu Youjiao's face was wrinkled and he said with a bitter expression, "Yanzhou, please don't make things difficult for this old man."

As he spoke, he gestured with his large, calloused hands, pointing to the names: "Those characters, each one like an ant, densely packed. When I look at them, they stare at me. After reading just a couple of lines, my eyelids start drooping, more like I'm under a spell. I really can't concentrate on reading them!"

Seeing Lu Youjiao's shameless behavior, Chen Yanzhou had no choice but to give up.

"Pfft—"

Suddenly, a clear laugh came from the side.

Hearing the conversation between the old man and the young woman, Huang Rong couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Hearing the laughter, Lu Youjiao suddenly realized that there was someone else sitting at the table.

He looked at Huang Rong suspiciously, and subconsciously sized up the little beggar in front of him.

He wore coarse linen clothes, patched but clean.

Her hair was casually tied in a ponytail, and although she wasn't wearing any makeup, her skin was fair and delicate, and her big eyes were very lively.

"Yanzhou, who is this...?" Lu Youjiao pointed at Huang Rong, his eyes full of inquiry.

Chen Yanzhou introduced with a smile: "Her? I picked up a little brother on the road. I felt sorry for him because he had no food, so I took pity on him and took him in. He'll do odd jobs in our gang from now on, like serving tea and water."

Upon hearing this, Huang Rong's eyebrows furrowed, but she didn't speak.

Chen Yanzhou spoke first.

"Alright, Grandpa Lu, there must be a lot of things piling up in the gang these past few months. You should go back and rest first. I'll go back to the branch myself later."

Upon hearing this, Lu Youjiao revealed a meaningful smile.

"I understand, I understand." Lu Youjiao stood up, picked up his bamboo stick, and his old face smiled like a chrysanthemum.

Chen Yanzhou rolled his eyes and said, "What are you thinking, old man?"

"I won't ask, I won't ask." Lu Youjiao waved his hand, took two steps towards the stairwell, then turned back worriedly and lowered his voice, "Yanzhou, this time... you can't sneak away again, can you?"

When Chen Yanzhou left a letter and ran away last time, it almost caused chaos throughout the Beggars' Sect.

"Don't worry," Chen Yanzhou waved his hand impatiently, "I won't run away, I won't run away."

"I'm relieved to hear that!"

Lu Youjiao finally felt relieved and leisurely went downstairs, humming an unknown tune.

The footsteps faded into the distance.

Huang Rong then angrily questioned him.

"Who's your little brother? Why should I serve you tea and water? Chen Yanzhou, don't push your luck! This young lady is..."

"But what?" Chen Yanzhou interrupted her, leaning forward with a mocking expression. "Is it the daughter of the Peach Blossom Island Master?"

He walked over to Huang Rong, looked at her oily face, and couldn't help but reach out and ruffle her hair, making her already messy ponytail look even more like a bird's nest.

"Alright, you're full. I'll take you to a nice place."

Huang Rong slapped his hand away, fixing her hair as she looked at him suspiciously: "A good place? What good place?"

Chen Yanzhou smiled mysteriously: "You'll know when you get there. I can guarantee that place is the best in Xiangyang City. Once you enter that gate, even immortals won't want to leave."

After saying that, Chen Yanzhou picked up the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword and the Dog-Beating Stick, and without explaining, swaggered downstairs.

"So mysterious..." Huang Rong muttered, and quickly followed.

The two went downstairs one after the other.

By this time, most of the diners in the hall had left, and the manager was hunched over the counter calculating accounts. When he saw Chen Yanzhou come down, he quickly came out to greet him.

"Sir, have you finished eating? Are you satisfied with the dishes?"

"Not bad, the chef's skills have improved." Chen Yanzhou nodded and pointed upstairs. "Don't waste the remaining food and wine; give it to the kitchen staff."

"Alright! Thank you for the reward, Chief Chen!" The shopkeeper said with a broad smile.

Chen Yanzhou lifted his foot to walk out, but stopped at the door and turned back, saying, "Same as always, put it in the books. Have the accountant send the receipts to the branch headquarters later, and deduct it from my next month's bonus."

"Look at what you're saying, how could I let you pay..." the shopkeeper said politely.

Chen Yanzhou waved his hand: "One thing at a time, business is business. The rules of the Yiyun Division cannot be broken, remember that."

"Yes, yes, Chief Chen is indeed very particular!" The shopkeeper gave a thumbs up, his face full of admiration.

It was already late at night when we left Juxianlou.

The streets of Xiangyang were still brightly lit, but the daytime hustle and bustle had faded, replaced by a more enchanting atmosphere.

Chen Yanzhou navigated the alleys with practiced ease, leading Huang Rong to a bustling area in the east of the city.

Unlike other places, the whole street is filled with a faint aroma of herbs, mixed with the steaming heat, which invigorates the senses.

At the end of the street, a three-story pavilion stood brightly lit, its gatehouse grand and imposing, with two enormous red lanterns hanging high, illuminating the gilded signboard above the entrance.

[Yiyun Health Center]

The entrance was bustling with cars and people, and many well-dressed wealthy businessmen came and went, each with a satisfied smile on their face.

"What? A public bathhouse?"

Huang Rong stood at the door, looking at the signboard, her lips twitching slightly.

She thought it was some nice place, but it turns out it's just a place to take a bath.

"What bathhouse? How vulgar!" Chen Yanzhou corrected. "Don't say I don't spoil you. I'll take you to enjoy yourself tonight."

"Tch, all that fancy talk, it's still just taking a bath, isn't it?" Huang Rong pouted, looking disgusted.