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

When Huang Yaoshi saw Huang Rong nod, the corner of his mouth twitched. He had always regarded money as dirt, and apart from the jade flute, he really didn't have much cash on him.

Moreover, with three thousand taels of silver in cash, he felt embarrassed and ashamed.

Chen Yanzhou looked at him with a smile and said, "Senior, would you like to pay in cash or with banknotes? If neither is available..."

Huang Yaoshi's eye twitched, and he turned to look at his daughter.

Huang Rong was looking down when she felt her father's gaze. She forced herself to raise her head, put on her usual ingratiating smile, and gently tugged at Huang Yaoshi's blue robe sleeve with two fingers.

"Dad~"

Chen Yanzhou listened with amusement, thinking that when this girl started to act cute, even a god couldn't stop her.

However, Huang Yaoshi is Huang Yaoshi after all.

Suddenly, his previously stiff posture relaxed, and he flicked his sleeves.

With a soft "slap," he directly shook off Huang Rong's hand.

Huang Rong was stunned, her fingers hovering in mid-air, the words she wanted to say stuck in her throat.

Huang Yaoshi took a half step back, stood with his hands behind his back, and his voice behind the mask suddenly became cold and distant, exuding a chilling aura that kept people at a distance: "Shameless."

"Huh?" Huang Rong blinked, her mind not quite processing what was happening.

Huang Yaoshi snorted coldly, his tone full of unreasonable reproach: "In broad daylight, under the clear sky, how can you just randomly claim someone as your father?"

The woods fell silent instantly.

Chen Yanzhou's smile froze, and he almost dropped the bill he was holding.

What kind of operation is this?

Huang Rong was completely stunned. Pointing to her own nose, she stammered, "Father, I am... I am Rong'er! You... you don't recognize me?"

"nonsense."

Huang Yaoshi flicked his sleeve, straightened his clothes, and spoke calmly, as if stating an indisputable fact.

"My daughter is well-behaved and sensible, and she is currently on Peach Blossom Island."

After saying that, he shook his head seriously: "Young people these days will come up with any excuse to avoid paying their debts."

Chen Yanzhou's lips twitched violently. To avoid paying the bill, he didn't even recognize his own daughter. He had truly experienced the evil nature of this Eastern Heretic today.

Before Chen Yanzhou could speak, Huang Yaoshi looked at him and said.

"Since this bill is owed by this young lady, you should ask her for it. What does it have to do with me? I was just passing by."

"Just pretend I was never here!"

Huang Rong's eyes widened, her bright eyes filled with disbelief.

She never imagined that her father, who was eccentric but still cared for her, would be so ruthless when it came to money.

"Father! How could you do this!..." Huang Rong stamped her feet anxiously.

Huang Yaoshi didn't even glance at her before turning and leaving.

As soon as he moved, his left hand reached back with perfect ease, as if taking something out of a bag.

Huang Rong was in a state of extreme shock and grievance, and was completely unprepared.

I felt a lightness on my shoulder, and the bag on my shoulder instantly changed hands.

Immediately, Huang Yaoshi lightly touched the ground with his toes, and his whole body rose up like a large blue crane.

Huang Rong was spun around in place by the force of the scoop, her skirt fluttering.

When she regained her balance and looked up again, Huang Yaoshi was nowhere to be seen. There was only the sound of the treetops swaying slightly in the distance.

"father--!!!"

Huang Rong shouted loudly in the direction where Huang Yaoshi had disappeared.

The only response she received was the howling wind in the forest and a few startled crows taking flight.

Huang Rong stood rooted to the spot, her hands still clenched in a gripping posture, as if she had been struck by lightning and was petrified.

Just then, Chen Yanzhou's face came closer.

He waved the thick stack of bills in front of Huang Rong.

"Alright, stop looking, they're all gone." Chen Yanzhou said lightly, without a trace of sympathy.

Huang Rong stiffly turned her neck, which made a mechanical "click-click" sound.

She looked at Chen Yanzhou, forcing a smile that was more like a grimace, her eyes flickering as she tried to make a final stand.

"Um...brother."

Huang Rong's voice trembled, tinged with a hint of pleading, "Actually... that person just now really was my father. He probably... he probably just forgot to bring his money when he went out. How about... we put this debt on our tab? When I get back to Peach Blossom Island..."

Chen Yanzhou smiled but didn't reply. Instead, he took a step forward and approached Huang Rong.

"Three thousand two hundred and eighty taels, rounded down to three thousand taels."

He stretched out his hand, palm open in front of Huang Rong, and beckoned with his finger.

"Give me the money."

Huang Rong subconsciously took a step back, her back pressed against a thick pine tree, with nowhere left to retreat.

She touched her empty waist and looked at Chen Yanzhou's face, which was filled with "no emotion," and felt a deep bitterness in her heart.

"Um, I...I don't have any money." Huang Rong lowered her head, her voice barely audible, twisting the hem of her clothes with both hands, looking like a submissive wife who would endure any beating or scolding.

"No money?"

Chen Yanzhou raised an eyebrow, a playful smile curving his lips. "No money? No problem."

He stretched his hands and looked Huang Rong up and down.

Upon seeing this, Huang Rong instinctively covered her chest with her hands, like a frightened little rabbit, and stammered, "What...what are you going to do!"

Chen Yanzhou ignored her words, interlaced his fingers, and turned his palms outward.

"Crack, crack."

The crisp sound echoed in her ears, making Huang Rong's scalp tingle.

"What...what are you going to do?" Huang Rong's voice trembled as she pressed herself against the tree trunk, wishing she could embed herself into the bark.

Chen Yanzhou raised his fist, breathed on it, and wiped it on his clothes, looking like a butcher sharpening his knife.

"Chen Yanzhou! How dare you!" Huang Rong shouted, her voice trembling with fear. "If you dare touch me, I'll... I'll cry right here!"

"Cry? Even if you cry the Great Wall down, you still have to pay back the money."

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Yanzhou's fist had already landed.

There was no violent storm as I had imagined, nor any surge of internal energy.

The fist transformed into fingers in mid-air, the middle finger bent, the thumb clenched, gathering power before being released.

"collapse!"

A crisp, muffled sound rang out precisely on Huang Rong's smooth, full forehead.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Huang Rong was stunned. She stared blankly at Chen Yanzhou, seemingly not yet realizing what had happened.

It wasn't until a burning pain shot through her forehead, a piercing, agonizing sensation that instantly broke her defenses.

"ah--!"

A scream startled the birds in the forest.

Huang Rong covered her forehead with both hands and slid down the tree trunk to sit on the ground. Tears welled up in her eyes instantly, and she looked as pitiful as could be.

"It hurts! It hurts so much!" Huang Rong cried, rubbing her forehead. "Chen Yanzhou, you bastard! You promised me you wouldn't hit my head, but you did! You broke your promise!"

"Enough talk, prepare to unleash my Lion's Fang!"

"Ah~, I'll never do it again..."

"Don't hit my face..."

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