Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Miss Yafei, the elegant and unapproachable lady from the Temir Auction House, was chatting and laughing with a man as if no one else was around—many people felt a pang of jealousy, yet dared not look a second time.

Upon entering the jewelry shop, Chung Kwok-hung picked out a dazzling necklace and personally fastened it around her neck.

Many things in this world seem complicated on the surface, but if you take them apart, they are just a few steps apart.

Having lived through several lifetimes and witnessed countless changes, Zhong Guohong had long understood this point.

As long as the other party doesn't say "no," taking a step forward is never reckless.

After strolling around for more than half an hour, they found a quiet little restaurant, where the two of them sat down to have a drink and chat.

As it approached six o'clock, they entered the auction house. Zhong Guohong took his seat in the VIP section, his gaze sweeping over the stage—Ya Fei was calmly holding the gavel, her features exquisite.

He would occasionally sip his wine, and at other times slowly exhale a wisp of smoke. Not a single item in the auction was touched.

Taking advantage of the situation, he proceeded step by step. In less than a month, Ya Fei willingly became his woman.

Looking at the voluptuous and radiant woman beside him, Zhong Guohong took out pills one by one and handed them over.

As Ya Fei swallowed one pill after another, her aura rose steadily, and her fighting spirit surged like a tide within her body.

They then took a bath together, soaking in the hot water for more than two hours.

Back in her bedroom, she continued to study the Yin-Yang True Scripture. With ease, Ya Fei broke through her cultivation level and entered the ranks of the One-Star Dou Huang.

The following morning, Chung Kwok-hung accompanied Ya Fei to the Temir family headquarters.

Several bottles of elixirs were presented, the documents were finalized, and she officially broke away from the old clan, rightfully taking the surname "Zhong".

After returning to Wutan City, Zhong Guohong either secluded himself to refine elixirs or ventured alone into the Monster Forest to explore and search for treasures.

Yafei plunged into the kitchen, studying recipes repeatedly, busy at the stove.

Those recipes were personally re-edited by him, with Sichuan flavor as the core, while incorporating the strengths of Cantonese, Shandong, and Huaiyang cuisines.

In his eyes, a truly suitable partner must be both dignified and courteous, and also capable of cooking...

Like Huang Rong, with stunning beauty and unparalleled skills—if you had someone like that in your family, life would be truly enjoyable.

No matter how exquisite the delicacies replicated from the Treasure Bowl are, they are still hard to escape being identical.

Food is all about color, aroma, taste, shape, and meaning. Many chefs can perfect the first four, but they often lack the last one, "meaning".

But if it's a meal made by someone you love, even if the plating is crooked or the cooking is a bit too hot, it still has its own warmth inside.

The intentions of the heart are formless and intangible, yet they are the most moving.

If someone who never cooks puts on an apron and cooks you eggs and noodles one day—can you really ignore it?

Every now and then, he would invite Xiao Yan over for a drink and a chat. As their interactions increased, their friendship naturally grew stronger.

Sometimes Xiao Yan would even bring a little girl over for a free meal.

Twelve-year-old Xiao Xun'er was still quite young and innocent, and Zhong Guohong felt nothing for her.

Even if she grows into a stunning beauty in the future, he will still remain true to his place and know when to stop.

Xiao Yan was a fellow townsman and old friend. He would never try to take advantage of a friend's friend, nor did he have such a thought.

Through Xiao Yan's introduction, Zhong Guohong gradually got to know Xiao Mei and Xiao Yu, who had just returned from the academy.

Xiao Yu's long, shapely legs became the second person Zhong Guohong had his eye on, after Xiao Mei.

Xiao Mei is still young and doesn't arouse his interest at all right now.

Without much trouble, Xiao Yu married him naturally and became Madam Zhong.

She swallowed pill after pill and cultivated day and night according to the Yin-Yang True Scripture. Her realm rose steadily and she entered the ranks of the One-Star Dou Huang.

"Not a single word about these pills is to be leaked." Zhong Guohong's tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable weight.

"Mmm... Brother Hong." Xiao Yu lowered her eyes, her body as soft as spring water, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible.

Ya Fei accompanied him to practice his marksmanship in the backyard for more than an hour.

He fell into a deep sleep at night, nestled against the warm and soft body of a beautiful woman. After having breakfast at home in the morning, he took Ya Fei and Xiao Yu to the Xiao family home.

Half an hour later, the four of them were sitting around a small table in Xiao Yan's residence, the mahjong tiles clattering as they chatted and laughed happily.

"Ninety thousand."

"It's burnt, pay up."

"How come you won again?"

Suddenly, an old and steady voice came from outside: "Third Young Master, the clan leader requests your presence in the main hall."

"Understood, Butler Mo." Xiao Yan replied, smiling apologetically at the three of them. "Wait a moment."

Zhong Guohong's divine sense stirred slightly, and he realized that the newcomers were from the Yunlan Sect. He smiled and said, "We'll go with you."

Now that he has married Xiao Yu, he is considered half a member of the Xiao family, so this matter cannot be avoided.

When Xiao Yan uttered the phrase "Don't underestimate a young man's potential," his tone was one of helplessness—not out of stubbornness, but because he genuinely lacked the strength to do so at that moment.

The other party was from his hometown, and they had a close relationship; Zhong Guohong knew in his heart that he could not stand idly by in this matter.

As descendants of the Chinese nation, how can we allow people from other worlds to take advantage of us?

Upon entering the hall, he nodded slightly to Xiao Zhan, and then found seats with Ya Fei and Xiao Yu.

Ya Fei came from the Temir family, and no one in the Xiao family dared to neglect her in the slightest.

Chung Kwok-hung leaned back in his chair, a cigarette between his fingers, looking relaxed, waiting for his chance.

As soon as Ya Fei stepped through the door, a glance from the young man from Yunlan Sect made him frown.

The annulment of the engagement is a private matter, but he insisted on putting on airs, looking down on everyone, and arrogantly barging into the Xiao family's gate—anyone who saw him couldn't help but feel angry.

Given Xiao Yan's personality, the engagement could have been resolved amicably if he had spoken kindly.

But Xiao Yan only managed to utter the phrase "Don't underestimate a young man's potential" slowly and deliberately.

Ge Ye had just finished announcing the engagement when she looked up and caught a glimpse of golden light flashing in Xiao Xun'er's eyes. She froze on the spot, cold sweat pouring down her back.

He was terrified and hurriedly pulled his apprentice and Nalan Yanran out of the hall.

"Xiao Yu, leave one hand and one foot of each of them." Zhong Guohong spoke, his voice not loud, but as firm as an iron nail driven into wood.

"Who are you?" Ge Ye's expression changed drastically, his gaze turning fierce.

Xiao Yu drew his sword, and with a few flashes of cold light, two severed hands and two severed legs appeared on the ground.

"Ah—!" A scream and a scream erupted at the same time.

She acted so quickly that Xiao Zhan and several elders of the Xiao family didn't even have time to speak up and stop her.

No matter how rude Nalan Yanran was, she was still Nalan Jie's granddaughter.

Out of respect for the Nalan family and for Xiao Yan's sake, Xiao Yu did not harm her in the slightest.

"Let's talk this out. There's no need for this." Chung Kwok-hung spoke calmly, as if he were mediating a neighborhood dispute.

"You ants who come to our door and cause trouble, do you think you can reason with my Xiao family?" Xiao Yu tapped the ground lightly with the tip of his sword, his voice as cold as frost.

To come here in such a grand manner to annul the engagement is clearly an attempt to establish authority by stepping on the Xiao family's face. This is not an annulment; it is a slap in the face!

"Xiao Yu, you are now Madam Zhong," Consort Ya reminded her in a low voice.

"Mm." She immediately concealed her sharpness and lowered her head in response.

"Take your hands and feet and go back the way you came." Zhong Guohong looked at Ge Ye, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

"Let's go!" Ge Ye gritted his teeth and turned to leave.