Chapter 2: Since we can't kill her, then we can only_______

After Xing Yuanzhi finished a set of consecutive strikes, she suddenly jumped backwards.

Cheng Jinyang anticipated being attacked from behind, which was also within her calculations.

As she jumped back and spun around to throw a punch, she managed to fend off the assailant coming from behind.

However, upon landing next to Cheng Jinyang, she heard him say, "How many floors can you carry with a bag of rice?"

Then the two refugee men were sent flying—more accurately, gravity was adjusted to pull them directly backward, causing them to "fall" backward.

Xing Yuanzhi: ???

"What's the name of that move?" she quickly asked, "Something about a bag of rice?"

"Cough, that move is called Shenluo Tianzheng," Cheng Jinyang casually made up.

"What does it mean?" Xing Yuanzhi continued to inquire, scanning the surroundings again, "Any significance?"

"It doesn't mean anything..." Cheng Jinyang was speechless.

"A strangely named technique," Xing Yuanzhi couldn't help but comment.

After confirming there were no more ambushes, she turned away from the groaning refugees scattered on the ground and directed her gaze toward a nearby snack shop.

Not far from the shop's door, Wang Wanrou was calmly sitting at a table, leisurely eating a bowl of shrimp noodles, her gaze not even glancing over.

Xing Yuanzhi took three steps and then two steps to the table, coldly asking, "What do you mean?"

Wang Wanrou ignored her, just picking up a shrimp and putting it in her mouth.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and the whole table was smashed into pieces by Xing Yuanzhi's heavy punch, along with the bowl of three shrimp noodles on the table, which overturned instantly.

The soup, noodles, and shrimp inside splashed all over Wang Wanrou.

Wang Wanrou stood up expressionlessly, brushed off the remaining food on her clothes with her hand, quickly took out a mirror from her pocket, and looked at herself.

After confirming that her face wasn't splashed or burned by the soup, she snapped the mirror shut, put it back in her pocket, and looked at Xing Yuanzhi with a cold smile, contemptuously saying, "Despicable couple."

Xing Yuanzhi raised her eyebrows, as if she was about to explode with anger. She raised her fist to smash it towards Wang Wanrou's face, but Cheng Jinyang quickly grabbed her arm from behind and hurriedly persuaded her, "Forget it, forget it! Don't do this, Yuanzhi, don't do this, let it go..."

"Hmph!" Xing Yuanzhi gritted her teeth for a moment, but soon forced herself to calm down.

"If you really want to break Wang Wanrou's nose bone here, it will cause trouble between the Hejian Xing family and the Taiyuan Wang family."

Even though everyone knows it was Wang Wanrou who ordered the attack, the scary thing about ideological imprint is this: if these migrant men don't admit it, who can pry open their mouths and get evidence of Wang Wanrou's involvement?

Xing Yuanzhi turned around gloomily and walked into the store to compensate the owner for the table.

Cheng Jinyang handed a tissue to Wang Wanrou and said, "Here, wipe it."

Wang Wanrou ignored him and just took out a tissue from her pocket and wiped it herself.

"If you really want to lay hands on us, it won't be these unarmed migrant workers who come," Cheng Jinyang put away the tissue and said, "It will be a car full of gunmen, right?"

"Xing family's Qingfeng, just an empty name," Wang Wanrou said coldly, "but you do have a bit of cleverness."

"Hehe." Cheng Jinyang also forced a smile, "Why don't we find a place to talk? How about at my place?"

"Okay."

Wang Wanrou stared at him.

On the other side, Xing Yuanzhi had already checked out and didn't even look at Wang Wanrou.

She said to Cheng Jinyang, "Let's go."

"Let's go," he signaled to Wang Wanrou.

So the three of them headed towards the residential area.

Wang Wanrou walked on the right, calm and composed, but her clothes were stained with soup, looking somewhat disheveled.

Xing Yuanzhi walked on the left, with a frosty expression, feeling quite miserable, constantly moving her fingers in a demonstrative manner, the joints of her mechanical gloves clicking.

Cheng Jinyang was in the middle, sometimes glancing at Ah Zhi on the left, and then secretly observing Miss Wang on the right.

Luckily, neither of the two girls showed any intention of speaking or taking action, which relieved him.

Back at home, changing shoes, Wang Wanrou finally spoke, "Let me use the bathroom. Also, prepare a change of clothes for me."

"Why should I?" Xing Yuanzhi immediately got angry.

"Just because," Wang Wanrou extended her finger, rubbed the soup stains on her clothes, then pretended to wipe them on Xing Yuanzhi, frightening her into jumping back hastily.

"Then let's just wait for her to finish," Cheng Jinyang said beside her, slightly astonished.

He thought, 'My dear Ah Zhi is completely no match for Miss Wang.'

So he persuaded her, "Anyway, the household robot will come to clean the bathtub at 8 o'clock. You can wait until it's cleaned before taking a bath."

Xing Yuanzhi's expression eased slightly, and she asked coldly, "What about changing clothes then?"

"Use mine," Cheng Jinyang could only say, "I have a few T-shirts that I haven't worn. You don't mind, right, Miss Wang?"

"It doesn't matter," Wang Wanru said indifferently.

She went to the bathroom to bathe.

Cheng Jinyang then dragged the infuriated Ah Zhi to the balcony and asked, "So what do you think we should do? Can we...," he gestured by rubbing his neck.

Xing Yuanzhi looked at him with a strange look and said, "How is that possible? The Taiyuan Wang family is not stupid. Unless you plan for the two of us to leave Jiankang City together and live on the run, otherwise we must not take such risks."

"Well, that's it," Cheng Jinyang shrugged, "We can't physically shut her up, so we have to find a way to make her unwilling to speak out herself."

"You mean..." Xing Yuanzhi, being so clever, immediately understood what he was scheming.

"Absolutely not! I disagree!"

"Why?"

Cheng Jinyang still wanted to persuade.

"Didn't we test it already? Whether it's one person or two sharing the results, there's no difference in growth. So why not three? The teamwork might even make it faster!"

"It's not the same!"

Xing Yuanzhi instinctively rejected the idea.

"At least we don't know her well enough yet. How can we rashly reveal everything to her? You should know..."

"Isn't it just about blood explosion?"

Wang Wanrou came out of the bathroom, with a new towel wrapped around her head, disdainfully saying, "You guys are making it sound like some kind of top-secret, as if others couldn't guess?"

Cheng Jinyang: ...

Xing Yuanzhi: ...

"Blood explosion? What blood explosion?" Cheng Jinyang tried to play dumb, trying to evade.

"I'm talking about your abnormally high blood concentration growth value."

Perhaps feeling refreshed after bathing, Wang Wanrou's face lost the previous distant coldness and replaced it with a kind of haughty disdain, "The reason Xing Yuanzhi cohabits with you, maintains the engagement, is also to utilize the special secret on you to increase her own blood concentration, right?"

She chuckled disdainfully, "Do you really think your crude disguise can fool others without any flaws?"

Cheng Jinyang silently looked at Xing Yuanzhi and shrugged.

It wasn't me who blurted it out.