Locked: God is the matchmaker, neither you nor I can escape

The Third Young Master Zheng could no longer hold back his aloof and noble character. To him, it was not a noble character that did not include hitting a woman, so he immediately stepped forward and tried to kick Yan Yiyi.

Yan Yiyi was quite surprised. She didn't expect that this guy was so brainless that he would beat people up with his own hands.

Emm... maybe he just has such a hot temper, and his superficial efforts just now were just to show off.

Young Master Zheng saw the surprise on her face and was secretly delighted. He thought he was about to kick this despicable woman, but then he inexplicably felt someone attacking the calf of his other foot. He didn't know what hit his calf, and the pain was so severe that he couldn't stand at all and knelt uncontrollably.

At this moment, he had no time to retract his other foot and kept moving forward in the kicking posture. Due to inertia, he was in his current posture - one foot kneeling on the ground and the other foot kicking forward, a bit like being paused in mid-air while trying to hurdle and someone pressed the pause button. The tearing pain was very hideous and his face turned pale.

Young Master Zheng San was also a ruthless man. He showed no mercy when he kicked out. He used too much force and the kick was a bit too big. He was not a martial artist, so he suddenly split his legs and his muscles could not withstand the sudden blow...

The taste - worthy of the word "sour and refreshing"!

"Hiss——" the painful scream broke the harmonious atmosphere of the teahouse.

The guests downstairs looked up one after another, and the guests in the private rooms on the second floor opened their doors one after another. They originally wanted to watch the fun, but when they found out it was Young Master Zheng San, they immediately shrank back, but could not help but sticking half of their heads out.

Young Master Zheng San couldn't get back into position by himself. He was embarrassed and painful to maintain this position. He was afraid that the woman in front of him, who looked disgusted with him, would take the opportunity to kick him. He immediately yelled at the boy beside him, "What are you still standing there for? Help me up!"

Hearing the sound, the young man and the servant they brought with them came to their senses and hurriedly rushed forward to help the man up from the ground. At this time, Young Master Zheng San was already sweating profusely and his face was pale, as if he had just come out of the operating room.

"Cousin, are you okay?" the boy asked anxiously.

"Does this young master look like I'm alright?" Young Master Zheng yelled at the young man, "Why don't you go find a doctor right away?"

"Yes, I'll go right away." Young Master Zheng's servant hurried to find the doctor.

Young Master Zheng was helped to the side by the young man and leaned against the wall. He was furious and said, "What are you still standing there for! Why don't you take them down for me!"

After receiving the order, except for the young man, the other five servants and family servants must attack Yan Yiyi and Shen Ye. Yan Yiyi still remembered to help Shen Ye maintain his image at this time, so he didn't need to take action at all. Yan Yiyi stood up, turned around, and swept his long legs, and the five of them flew directly towards Young Master Zheng San and the young man.

The boomerang hit back too quickly, and Master Zheng San and the young man had no time to react. They suddenly felt a darkness in front of their eyes, and the next second a heavy object hit them.

The boy was only thirteen or fourteen years old, and also the son of a rich family who was brought up in luxury. He could not withstand such a heavy blow.

After being hit like this, the whole person fell down.

The moment he fell down, he instinctively pulled at the things around him. Look, Young Master Zheng, who was originally supported by him, became his life-saving straw.

Before Young Master Zheng could react to the sudden impact of being hit, he was pulled aside by his good cousin.

Immediately afterwards, the remaining four people fell on top of them like a pile of human figures.

My little cousin is the most miserable. He has such a small body, but he has five huge mountains pressing down on him. They almost crushed him to death!

Yan Yiyi raised her foot and gently dusted off her dirty shoes, as if they were some disgusting and dirty thing that had soiled her shoes. Her posture really asked for a beating.

"You're just the son of a wealthy businessman who has fallen on hard times. Do you think you can cover the sky with one hand? Bah! Trash." Yan Yiyi's disgust was clearly written on her face.

Yan Yiyi didn't even look at them anymore, she pulled Xin Ye and started beating them up. She was afraid to look at them any longer, so she couldn't help but run back and kick them a few more times. The force was hard to control, and showing mercy wouldn't achieve the effect of venting her anger at all. If she used a little more strength, their lives would be in danger on the spot.

It's not easy to do such things openly in this world, so she decided to do it secretly.

Before, I simply thought of putting a sack on the man and beating him until he was paralyzed, but now he has offered himself to me. I have so many poisons in my space that have not been tried by anyone. Now is the perfect time, and I don’t have to make an extra trip.

Although Yan Yiyi beat up everyone, he did not damage anything in the teahouse. He went downstairs to pay for the tea and peanuts and left in a swagger.

A group of audiences were left wanting more.

Damn, her beating posture was so cool that I couldn’t get enough of it. Moreover, the person she was beating was Young Master Zheng San, which gave me full satisfaction and pleasure both mentally and visually.

Wow, I wonder who that little lady is, she’s so brave!

If possible, they hope to teach Young Master Zheng a lesson a few more times.

Yan Yiyi had no idea what the audience were thinking. After teaching Third Young Master Zheng a lesson, she did not feel very happy. Instead, she felt like she had not gotten enough and was a little angry.

"Aye, I haven't fought enough. Let's go back now and you can fight with me for a while."

Xinye: ...

Could he refuse such unique love from his wife?

No, he can't, but he can find another way to fight.

Isn't it just that he has nowhere to vent his energy? He has plenty of ways to help his wife vent her heat~

After returning to the Hua Mansion, Yan Yiyi was going to take someone to the martial arts training ground, but was led back to the yard by Xin Ye. Then they went back to the bedroom, closed the doors and windows, and the couple "started fighting" in the room.

When the family was having dinner in the evening, Hua Murong asked Yan Yiyi about this matter. Yan Yiyi waved his hand nonchalantly: "Brother, you don't have to intervene. I have already taken action. If you intervene, it will affect my plan."

Hua Muyu was not satisfied: "Sister, you just beat them up, it's too easy for them!"

Yan Yiyi smiled and didn't answer.

Xin Ye picked up a piece of braised pork for Hua Muyu and comforted her, "It's okay. You will know after a while. When the time comes, let the secret guards who stay here pass on the news to you."

Hua Muyu knew that she couldn't get the answer, so she could only swallow the braised pork into her mouth with a "woosh" and chew it hard as if it were the bad guy who had bullied her.

The Hua brothers were very receptive to advice. If Yan Yiyi asked them not to interfere, they really would not interfere.

Just because they didn't take action didn't mean that the Third Young Master Zheng would tolerate this humiliation. After returning, he immediately sent people to check for news about Yan Yiyi and Xin Ye.

As a result, I learned from the owner of Zhang's Pharmacy that they were from the countryside. They only came once to sell ginseng and had no contact after that.

They also found the inn where Yan Yiyi stayed when she came to Liangguan County before, but the innkeeper had no idea who they were. If they hadn't been holding the portraits in their hands, how could he remember the guests who had stayed there before after so much time had passed?

Young Master Zheng San's search yielded no results and he could only vent his anger on the people around him.