“Li Feng, why are you back?”
In the villa, Hu Yuanyuan’s expression changed upon seeing Li Feng walk in. He had a gunshot wound; why wasn’t he recovering in the hospital? What if it left lasting complications?
Li Feng sat on the sofa, glanced at the servants around, and said, “You all can leave.”
The servants didn’t move, their eyes turning to Hu Yuanyuan.
“Go,” Hu Yuanyuan said.
The servants then left the hall.
Seeing how obediently they followed Hu Yuanyuan, Li Feng chuckled, “Yuanyuan, you’re truly the lady of the house. They listen to you so well. My words carry no weight here.”
Hu Yuanyuan rolled her eyes at him, “Who’s to blame for hiding your abilities so well?”
Li Feng just smiled. It wasn’t about hiding, but in front of Hu Yuanyuan, he could only let it slide.
“Tell me, why did you leave the hospital? Your injury hasn’t healed,” Hu Yuanyuan asked.
Li Feng took her delicate hand, grinning, “I missed my darling Yuanyuan so much I couldn’t sleep, so I came back.”
“Yeah, right. You think I’d believe that?” Hu Yuanyuan said, unimpressed.
“I’m serious,” Li Feng said, placing her hand on his chest, “Feel my heart. You’ll know I’m telling the truth.”
“Hmph, I don’t believe you,” Hu Yuanyuan turned away, unaware of how captivating she looked in that pose.
Sitting half-turned, her figure’s curves were accentuated. Her pink two-piece dress hugged her tightly, and her crossed ankles highlighted her slender waist and long, exposed legs. The high heels added a touch of mature allure and sensuality.
Her dark hair cascaded like a waterfall, her long lashes naturally curled, and her tender, cherry-red lips tempted one to lean in for a kiss.
Seeing Hu Yuanyuan exude such enchanting charm, Li Feng felt incredibly fortunate. A surge of heat rushed to his lower abdomen.
He scooted closer, wrapped his arm around her waist, and rested his head on her shoulder, saying, “But I really missed you today. What should I do, dear Yuanyuan? Won’t you comfort me?”
“Let go, you jerk,” Hu Yuanyuan struggled lightly but gave up. Li Feng’s voice in her ear made her feel soft and weak, as if she might melt into his arms.
“Not letting go,” Li Feng said, holding her tighter, his magnetic voice whispering, “Yuanyuan, you know, I almost didn’t make it back to see you today.”
“What happened?” Hu Yuanyuan asked, puzzled.
“I ran into assassins at the hospital,” Li Feng replied. “They were formidable. If I hadn’t been lucky, I might not have made it back.”
“Are you okay?” Hu Yuanyuan asked, instantly worried.
“I’m fine, but I didn’t want to stay in the hospital,” Li Feng said, inhaling her fragrance with a blissful expression. “Home is better. Seeing you, all my troubles vanish.”
“Do you know who those assassins were?” Hu Yuanyuan asked.
“No idea. One escaped, a woman named Cai Die, neither human nor ghost,” Li Feng said casually. “If not for the police getting in the way, none of them would have escaped.”
Even now, mentioning the police, Li Feng was still furious. If they hadn’t interfered, he wouldn’t have left such a big threat behind.
“What did the police do?” Hu Yuanyuan asked curiously.
Li Feng explained the situation, “Isn’t that infuriating? Now that Cai Die escaped, she’ll be a hidden danger I can’t guard against.”
“How could the police do that? Don’t they know these are assassins? Such soft-heartedness,” Hu Yuanyuan said angrily, showing no sympathy for their police status. She understood how terrifying assassins were, and the thought of one lurking around Li Feng felt gravely serious.
“Li Feng, who do you think these assassins might be?” she asked.
“I’m not sure, but they’re likely connected to the ones from the crossroads,” Li Feng said.
“How could they have such formidable fighters?” Hu Yuanyuan noted, recalling Li Feng said these hospital assassins could match him, which heightened her concern.
“I’m not entirely sure. Maybe there’s a powerful force behind them, but I’m not too worried about that,” Li Feng said, glancing at her. “What worries me is that if they can’t get to me, they might target you.”
“What?” Hu Yuanyuan paled, gripping his hand tightly, “You think they might come after me?”
“Very likely,” Li Feng nodded gravely. Assassins cared little for morals. If they could use Hu Yuanyuan to get to him, they wouldn’t hesitate. He hadn’t been concerned before, but seeing Cai Die sacrifice her two scar-faced accomplices despite knowing they were no match for him confirmed her ruthlessness.
For such a person, Li Feng had to stay vigilant, and Hu Yuanyuan needed protection. Otherwise, if something happened to her, he’d regret it too late.
Though Hu Yuanyuan had the Black Hawk team and bodyguards sent by Hu Wenhai, their security was sufficient for normal circumstances. Against Cai Die, who could match Li Feng, it was inadequate. Even if the bodyguards could protect her, the collateral damage from a fight could harm her.
Protection was external, but Li Feng wanted Hu Yuanyuan to have self-defense capabilities. So, he decided she should cultivate.
But what to have her cultivate stumped him. The techniques in his mind suited military women, and he didn’t want Hu Yuanyuan to become a domineering figure. The Snow Jade Art was an option, but he wasn’t sure if it suited her. If it didn’t, she could go astray.
Thus, Li Feng hesitated, unsure of what to choose.
“What should we do?” Hu Yuanyuan, unaware of his thoughts, was terrified at the idea of assassins targeting her.
“Yuanyuan, do you know about martial artists?” Li Feng asked tentatively.
“Martial artists? You mean ancient martial artists?” Hu Yuanyuan looked up.
“Yes, you could call them that,” Li Feng nodded. People in this era called martial artists ancient martial artists. Since Hu Yuanyuan knew of them, she might have some insights, which could help him understand the state of ancient martial artists now, even if they differed from those centuries later.
“I know a bit. My father’s Tianlang Camp has a few ancient martial artists,” Hu Yuanyuan nodded.
“Tianlang Camp?” Li Feng frowned.
“It’s a special forces unit in the Northwest Military Region, but I don’t know much about it,” Hu Yuanyuan replied.
Li Feng understood. The Tianlang Camp must be an elite special forces unit, likely Hu Wenhai’s trump card, given his control over the Northwest Military Region. Having martial artists there made sense.
But Li Feng abandoned the idea of learning about this era’s martial artists from her. From her words, she likely only knew of them by hearsay.
“Why are you asking this?” Hu Yuanyuan looked at him curiously, sensing he had a reason.
“Yuanyuan, would you like to become a martial artist, or as you know, an ancient martial artist?” Li Feng asked.
“Me?” Hu Yuanyuan was incredulous, “Can I become an ancient martial artist? You’re not joking, are you?”
“Wait…” She realized something, looking at Li Feng, “You’re an ancient martial artist, aren’t you?”
“Correct, I am, though I prefer the term martial artist,” Li Feng nodded.
“No wonder you’re so skilled,” Hu Yuanyuan said, enlightened. She had learned from Hu Wenhai that martial artists, while not capable of moving mountains or splitting stones, were extraordinarily skilled, each able to take on ten opponents.
Heh!
Li Feng smiled, “So, would you like to become a martial artist?”
