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Sitting at the dining table, Yang Xiaoyou was noticeably slower in eating her breakfast than usual. Every now and then, she would pause to catch her breath, her face occasionally displaying an expression caught between joy and loss.
Meanwhile, beneath the table, Charming Shadow was also enjoying her own breakfast. Whenever she looked up, her radiant face added a touch of appetite to the scene.
As the tension reached its peak, Yang Xiaoyou set down her utensils, a tremor coursing through her body. This sudden movement caught Charming Shadow off guard, causing a burst of emotion to spill onto her face and body, giving her an air of discomfort.
Watching Charming Shadow cough as if she had choked, Yang Xiaoyou revealed a strange smile. "Next time, bring some tools with you to avoid feeling empty while you're still recovering."
Understanding what her master meant, Charming Shadow shot her a playful glare and replied in a voice that tingled to the bone, "Whatever you say."
The sexy red lips of Charming Shadow were smeared with white food, and the sticky substance on her face added an odd allure.
"The medicine I brought is primarily for health maintenance. Take it regularly, and those exercises I taught you will help speed up your recovery. Don't slack off," Yang Xiaoyou advised this multi-functional beauty who served as a subordinate, maid, body pillow, and inflatable doll all in one.
"Handle your own meals and try not to draw attention while training. I'm heading out now." After quickly adjusting her clothes, Yang Xiaoyou stood up to leave.
Charming Shadow, still standing with some strange substance on her body, called out in her usual tone, "Be careful on your way."
Once outside, Yang Xiaoyou felt a wave of relaxation wash over her. No matter how strong one's self-regulation abilities were, they were still human. Holding everything in was not pleasant for anyone. Now that she could relieve some physiological needs thanks to her capable maid, she felt much lighter.
After all, her physical enhancements were comprehensive; certain special areas were no exception. Her needs were naturally higher than those of an average person, but her ability to regulate hormones was also stronger than most.
Today she had plans to hang out with Feng Lin and Qi Menglu. She wouldn't back out of it; besides, she needed Qi Qiusheng's help to fill out a social survey form that required a stamp.
However, reality proved harsh when Yang Xiaoyou arrived at the gym run by the Qimenglu family. Wrapped in a towel like a househusband, Qi Qiusheng suddenly flashed a devilish smile.
"Good luck! Feng Lin and I are going out to have fun," Qi Menglu said with a mischievous grin while waving goodbye. Her ponytails swayed cutely as she moved.
Beside them, Feng Lin tilted her head slightly and looked at Yang Xiaoyou, who was donned in an apron and also wrapped in a towel. In her usual ethereal tone devoid of any emotional fluctuation, she remarked,
"It suits you well."
This seemingly unintentional comment cut deeper than Qi Menglu's teasing words; it pierced Yang Xiaoyou like a sharp sword.
The petrified expression on Yang Xiaoyou's face puzzled Feng Lin, even though it was meant as a compliment.
"Alright, alright, stop staring. Get to work, and I'll help you fill out the forms later. It's all part of the social practice," Qi Qiusheng said, standing nearby with a cigarette dangling from his mouth. He gave Yang Xiaoyou's shoulder a heavy pat, clearly displeased that he kept gazing at his Precious Daughter.
"Your daughter has already given up on you; it's time to accept it," Yang Xiaoyou retorted, veins throbbing on his forehead as he unhesitatingly stepped on Qi Qiusheng's toe.
"What—what are you doing!"
The two of them quickly got into a scuffle, causing Aunt Tang, who was busy cleaning up on the other side, to show an expression of helplessness.
Since the New Year, the gym had been closed for over half a month. With all the dust from fireworks and firecrackers during the holiday season, the amount of cleaning needed was considerable.
Fortunately, several coaches hired by Qi Qiusheng had returned from their vacations. With so many people working together for a thorough cleaning, they managed to finish the job in just one afternoon.
"Just step on it! How could you let it go? Did your Divine Horse become a monk? But becoming a monk is fine," Qi Qiusheng remarked curiously as he watched Yang Xiaoyou grab a spider from the corner and toss it out the window.
"Who became a monk? I'm just being kind to animals. Unlike you, who are so cruel. I won't tell Menglu that you want me to kill animals," Yang Xiaoyou rolled his eyes and shot back at Qi Qiusheng. Although he calculated the protein content and caloric value of the spider in an instant, he ultimately decided to follow Feng Ji's suggestion and set it free.
"It's just a spider, you idiot!" Qi Qiusheng exclaimed, feeling exasperated by Yang Xiaoyou's words.
Just as he was preparing to have a serious discussion with Yang Xiaoyou, the gym's front door swung open, and a group of people dressed in white training uniforms entered.
"Sorry, we're closed today for cleaning," Qi Qiusheng said as he stepped forward apologetically.
"Are you the Dojo Master here?" asked a young man in his twenties or thirties at the forefront of the group. He spoke politely but had an accent that suggested he might be foreign.
"That's me," Qi Qiusheng replied, beginning to understand that there might be other matters at hand.
"I'm Park Seung-yi, the chief instructor newly assigned from Golden Dragon Taekwondo Academy," the young man introduced himself with a sincere smile.
"Oh, Golden Dragon Taekwondo Academy? Isn't that the one where my daughter signed up recently? Didn't it go bankrupt?" Qi Qiusheng recalled this Taekwondo Association with some familiarity. It saddened him that his Precious Daughter chose to learn such flashy martial arts instead of self-defense under his guidance. Naturally, this Association lingered in his mind.
Upon hearing that the Association was about to reopen, his expression immediately soured. He waved his hand dismissively and said, "Hmph, they're opening again. Let them be. My precious daughter won't be going there anymore."
"I'm not here to persuade you to let your daughter study with us. With her talent, even our teaching abilities might not be able to impart much," the young instructor replied, maintaining a polite demeanor, though the content of his words was anything but courteous.
Qi Qiusheng, who usually valued his Precious Daughter above all else, felt his face darken at the disparaging remarks. A cold glint flashed in his eyes as an iron-blooded aura, reminiscent of a battlefield, erupted from him. He transformed from his usual carefree self into someone entirely different.
The young man, who had initially appeared polite, now sensed a strong sense of crisis and pressure emanating from the seemingly disheveled man before him. He was taken aback; how could a mere gym owner exude such an imposing presence?
"Could you repeat that?" Qi Qiusheng's voice was calm yet carried an underlying chill.
This sudden shift threw the young man off balance. Although he had confidence in his own abilities, facing this inscrutable middle-aged man left him feeling uncertain. If it came down to numbers, then his visit would have been pointless.
"Uh, I mean, your daughter isn't suited for Taekwondo; she would be better off learning from you," Park Seung-yi quickly adjusted his approach, maintaining his polite expression without a hint of awkwardness.
Upon hearing this, Qi Qiusheng's expression softened considerably.
However, just then, a somewhat handsome man stepped forward behind Park Seung-yi and whispered something in his ear while occasionally glancing at Yang Xiaoyou, who was dressed like a janitor and mopping the floor nearby.
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