Unparalleled medical and martial arts skills, saving the CEO's fiancée at the start.

Ye Chen laughed until his stomach hurt, and patted Song Tiezhu on the shoulder: "Brother Tiezhu, this is easy to handle. Didn't they want an answer from you? Just take all these beauties, you'll have all kinds, everyone will envy you."

Song Tiezhu glared at Ye Chen fiercely and reached out to hit him.

Seeing this, Ye Chen quickly added, "Brother Tiezhu, the provincial martial arts association is holding its quarterly meeting the day after tomorrow. All the ancient martial arts practitioners in the province will be there. Take them to the entrance of the martial arts association and explain your plan in front of all the masters in the province. This will solve the problem once and for all."

Song Tiezhu pondered for a moment, then nodded.

This method is indeed quite straightforward.

Suddenly, he felt that Ye Chen was deliberately setting him up.

Song Tiezhu has never liked to be wishy-washy. The reason he was blocked by the six girls for so long was because he didn't know how to start the conversation.

Ye Chen's suggestion was exactly what he wanted to hear.

"Fine, I'll go then," he said in a deep voice, then turned to face the six girls who were still arguing and cleared his throat.

The voice wasn't loud, but it had a powerful presence, and the office instantly fell silent.

Ye Chen didn't expect that Song Tiezhu would actually adopt his casual suggestion.

"Come on, follow me to the Martial Arts Association."

An hour later, a scene that left everyone speechless appeared at the entrance of the provincial martial arts association.

Song Tiezhu, the boss of Iron Shield Logistics, a man known in the provincial capital's business and martial arts circles for his taciturn and iron-blooded toughness, walked steadily to the stone lion at the entrance of the Martial Arts Association. Behind him were six girls with different styles but all of them were heroic and spirited. Next to them was Ye Chen, who was watching the show with a lollipop in his mouth.

The martial arts association's quarterly meeting had just ended, and the owners and disciples of various martial arts schools were walking out in twos and threes. Upon seeing this scene, they all stopped in their tracks.

Some people recognized Song Tiezhu, while others recognized Shen Hongyu and Lin Shiyin. They were all star disciples of their respective martial arts schools and were quite well-known in the ancient martial arts circles of the provincial capital.

A group of people stood on the steps in front of the martial arts association, forming three or four circles around it. Even the gatekeeper brought a chair over to watch the excitement.

Song Tiezhu turned around and faced the six girls.

The sunlight shone on his dark, resolute face, his expression remaining unchanged—a poker face—but his gaze lingered on each girl's face for a second, earnest and solemn.

Song Tiezhu scanned the entire room before finally speaking: "Shen Hongyu, you are skilled in martial arts, beautiful, and straightforward. You will definitely find someone better than me in the future."

Shen Hongyu bit her lip, her eyes slightly red, but she didn't cry.

She nodded vigorously, tucked the nunchucks behind her waist, and said in a slightly trembling but still loud voice, "Brother Song, thank you. Don't worry, I, Shen Hongyu, will lose with dignity. If you ever need anything from the Shen Family Martial Arts School, just let me know."

"Lin Shiyin, you are meticulous and conscientious. Whoever marries you is blessed."

Lin Shiyin lowered her head, her long hair covering half of her face, making it impossible to see her expression.

After a long while, she finally raised her head, her eyes red-rimmed but a relieved smile on her lips: "What you say doesn't count, I have to think it's right myself, but thank you anyway."

"Chu Qiaoqiao, you're still young. Focus on mastering your kung fu first. If you ever need anything, just come to me. I'll be your older brother."

Chu Qiaoqiao burst into tears, crying so hard that she completely lost her composure, even her bun was askew from crying.

She wiped her tears with her sleeve and sobbed, "I'm eighteen already, not young anymore, but whatever, you're right, from now on I'll consider you my brother... brother..."

Then Song Tiezhu spoke to the other three girls one by one, and each of them received a sincere response.

There was no perfunctory response, no ambiguity; every word was a genuine expression of the truth.

Song Tiezhu remembers everyone's strengths and everything everyone has done for him.

Some people helped him repair his truck, some gave him medicine for bruises and sprains, and some shielded him from drinking.

Song Tiezhu believed he should not choose them.

Because liking someone isn't about being moved, and feelings aren't about paying off a debt.

"I, Song Tiezhu, am a rough man and don't understand those fancy things, but I really have no plans to get married right now. You are all good girls, so don't waste your time on me."

The entire room fell silent; this was the first time such a scene had ever occurred.

Then Song Tiezhu did something that no one expected.

He turned around and bowed deeply to the six girls.

The owner of Iron Shield Logistics, a retired special forces soldier, a tough guy who never bowed to anyone in the business world, bent his straight back for half his life in front of six girls who had liked him.

Shen Hongyu finally couldn't hold back her tears.

But she was still smiling, her tears and laughter mixed together, making her look both disheveled and beautiful.

Lin Shiyin turned around, her shoulders trembling slightly.

Chu Qiaoqiao cried the loudest, muttering between sobs, "Brother, you can't go back on your word!"

The other three girls were also crying, but they couldn't help but laugh as they cried, probably amused by Chu Qiaoqiao's words.

Some people in the crowd applauded.

At first, there were only a few scattered sounds, then more and more, until finally the whole audience erupted in applause.

An old martial arts school owner remarked with emotion, "Song Tiezhu, a true man."

Ye Chen stood beside the stone lion, watching the entire scene unfold, and nodded in satisfaction.

He flicked the lollipop stick out of his mouth into the trash can, hitting it precisely.

Then he walked over to Song Tiezhu, patted him on the shoulder, and was about to say something witty when he suddenly felt a cold gaze fixed on him from the crowd.

Ye Chen subconsciously turned his head to look, only to see a slender black figure flash by and disappear around the corner.

The figure moved extremely fast, and her movements were so strange that they were no less than Du Qiansui's, but her figure was light and slender, clearly that of a woman.

Ye Chen suddenly had a bad feeling.

That direction leads to the old city of the provincial capital, and the Qing Shi Lane where Grandpa Wu Qingyuan lived is over there.

"Ye Chen, what's wrong?" Song Tiezhu noticed his unusual behavior.

The person had already run away. Ye Chen looked around and then walked to Song Tiezhu's side, his smile unchanged: "It's alright, Brother Tiezhu. Oh, by the way, when Fatty Zhou called me here, did he mention anything else?"

"No, he just said you were in the provincial capital and he asked you to stop by on his way. What happened?"

Song Tiezhu was certain that Ye Chen's sudden change in demeanor meant something was about to happen.

"I don't know yet, but I feel that this trip today might not just be to see you resolve this important life event."

Ye Chen took out another lollipop from his pocket, unwrapped it, and put it in his mouth, his eyes fixed on the direction where the figure disappeared.

"Brother Tiezhu, take the girls somewhere for tea and calm them down. I have some things to take care of, and we'll talk in detail when I get back."

Ye Chen left after he finished speaking.