Longevity Martial Arts: Obtain Golden Affixes at the Start

Tang Mansion.

"I've been arrested by the authorities, and you still have the mood to listen to music? Shen Shan, do you even have a heart?" Tang Chen shouted angrily.

Shen Shan leaned back in his armchair, and said dismissively:

"Then what do you want me to do? Do you expect me to take a few men and storm the government office to rescue you? Don't you know what kind of place the government office is? Do you think it's your backyard?"

Tang Chen stepped forward: "I'm just asking you to pay more attention. Even just going to the government office to gather information is better than doing nothing!"

"If it weren't for Hong Lang, Xiao Ya and I would have suffered so much in the government offices, and it's uncertain whether we would have even gotten out unscathed. So you must pay this thousand taels of silver!"

Shen Shan was getting impatient: "A thousand taels? Are you crazy? I don't have that much spare money. At most, a hundred taels. Take it or leave it. If you want it, take it; if you don't, forget it."

He took a silver note from his pocket and slapped it on the table.

"One hundred taels?!" Tang Chen trembled with rage, pointing at Shen Shan's nose and cursing, "You dog! Where's the martial arts school's income? Where's your money? Did you spend it on those sluts again?!"

Shen Shan's face flushed red from the scolding, and he abruptly stood up: "Don't go looking for trouble! I'm spending my own money, what's it to you?"

"Go to hell!"

Tang Chen could no longer hold back and kicked Shen Shan hard in the chest and abdomen with his right leg.

A muffled thud!

Shen Shan was kicked so hard he was grimacing and couldn't utter a word for a long time.

"Pah! You spineless, filthy bastard!"

Tang Chen spat angrily, grabbed the silver notes on the table, turned around, and left.

The night wind carried a chill, blowing against Tang Chen's burning face.

The disappointment surging in my heart was like an icy tide, slowly washing over my chest and chilling all my anger.

In the past, she would always make excuses for Shen Shan's laziness, selfishness, and even those ambiguous relationships that were hard to define.

He was too tired... He was too domineering... He wasn't gentle enough, not feminine enough, that's why he couldn't keep his heart.

Those self-deceiving excuses, like a thin layer of sugar coating, wrapped up the expectations in her heart, making her choose to forgive time and time again, and convince herself to give Shen Shan another chance.

But this time, she could no longer deceive herself.

She was trapped in a difficult situation and desperately hoped that Shen Shan would pay some attention to her, even if it was just to ask her a few questions. That would be a comfort to her.

But what about him? He listened to music all day and didn't even go home that night.

Now that he's not even willing to spend money, all his excuses crumbled at this moment, and she finally saw Shen Shan's true colors.

He only ever thought about himself; he was selfish, cold, and stingy. His usual warmth was nothing more than a perfunctory pretense.

Looking at the meager hundred-tael silver note, Tang Chen sighed softly. She only had one hundred taels in savings, and together she only had two hundred taels, still a full eight hundred taels short of Hong Lang.

Eight hundred taels is no small sum. What should we do...?

Tang Chen stood on the street for a moment, then a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

She turned and went into Sihaiju, where she bought a jar of the strongest liquor.

The night was deep, thick dark clouds gathered on the horizon, and the wind gradually picked up.

Tang Chen arrived at Taiping Village carrying a wine jar.

She stopped in front of Hong Lang's house, straightened her clothes, and then raised her hand to tidy her hair.

"Knock knock knock!"

"Who could it be so late at night?"

The door was opened, and Hong Lang, shirtless, stood out. His broad shoulders exuded the strength of a young man, like a sword just drawn from its sheath.

When Hong Lang saw that the person who came was Tang Chen, he was stunned for a moment. Why would his master's wife come to Taiping Village?

Tang Chen's gaze fell on Hong Lang, her beautiful eyes sparkling with emotion, and she didn't look away for a long time.

The grievances that had been suppressed for too long were quietly surging up. Over the years, the fire in her heart had been extinguished by cold treatment and disappointment, leaving only ashes.

But at this moment, in front of Hong Lang's powerful body, sparks faintly pierced through the ashes.

If I were to ride on this body...

Hong Lang felt uneasy under her gaze and asked, "Master's wife, what brings you here?"

Tang Chen slowly withdrew his gaze: "What? You won't even let me in the door?"

"You flatter me, Master's wife. Please come in."

Tang Chen didn't stand on ceremony and stepped inside, his eyes quickly scanning the room.

It was empty, with no decent furniture, only a dilapidated wooden bed.

She walked straight to the bedside, took off her shoes, revealing her fair and slender feet, and then sat down on the edge of the bed without any hesitation.

"What are you standing there for? Come here! I brought some good wine, have a couple of drinks with me."

"Oh...ah?"

Hong Lang took two bowls, and Tang Chen poured the wine into them, releasing a strong aroma.

"Hong Lang, your wife must thank you for saving us this time." Tang Chen raised his wine bowl. "If it weren't for you, Xiao Ya and I would be suffering in the government offices right now."

"Master's wife, there's no need to be so polite. This is what I should do," Hong Lang said, picking up his wine bowl and drinking it down.

The strong liquor choked him, causing him to cough. He wiped his mouth and looked at Tang Chen in confusion: "Master's wife, why is this liquor so strong?"

Tang Chen laughed, a smile tinged with a deep-seated loneliness: "What, you're a grown man, and you can't even drink this much?"

She leaned forward slightly, revealing a glimpse of her alluring, snow-white ankle. "Or do you think this wine from your master's wife isn't good enough for you?"

Hong Lang didn't dare to think too much, and braced himself to pick up the second bowl and drink it all in one gulp.

The strong liquor made his heart burn and his whole body feel hot, as if he had no energy left to use.

Tang Chen didn't say anything, but slowly drank bowl after bowl. Her cheeks gradually turned rosy, and her eyes became more and more dreamy.

Her once clear gaze was now as if veiled by a layer of fog, clinging to Hong Lang and impossible to look away from.

Over the years, she had been with Shen Shan, that cold and selfish man, and had long since tasted the bitterness of loneliness.

The excruciating loneliness of being alone in her empty room at night had already worn her heart down, and she needed someone to fill that void.

Tang Chen's fingertips traced the rim of the wine bowl, and she could feel her heart beating faster and faster.

"Honglang..." she called softly, her voice as gentle as water, completely different from her usual self, carrying a hint of intoxication and a touch of allure.

"Would you be willing to... drink this bowl of leftover wine?" She handed the bowl to Hong Lang.

Hong Lang's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly calmed down: "Master's wife... I... this isn't quite right."

Tang Chen gently touched Hong Lang's cheek: "You...don't you like me?"

Hong Lang was stumped by the question. To say he didn't like her would be a lie; with his master's wife's looks and figure, there must be no shortage of men who coveted her.

but……

Tang Chen continued in a low voice, "What exactly are you waiting for?"

How could Hong Lang, a virgin, withstand such a test?

Seeing that his master's wife had made up her mind, he gritted his teeth, took the wine bowl, and drank it down in one gulp.

Boom!

A thunderclap boomed outside the window, illuminating the room as if it were daytime.

Looking at the young man before him, Tang Chen felt all the grievances, loneliness, and resentment he had accumulated over the years surge into his heart at this moment.

She didn't want to continue tormenting herself, nor did she want to wrong herself for people who weren't worth it.

Boom!

Another thunderclap boomed.

With his pent-up emotions finally released, Tang Chen launched a fierce offensive.

Tonight, she is not her master's wife, but Tang Chen.