Soft skills

  Zhang had been living under the tyranny of Old Song for many years, although she was beaten, she didn't even have the courage to move her feet, letting the whip lash on her body, not daring to resist, softly sobbing.

  "Sister Zhang, you're stupid, run quickly!"

  Apricot and Ring were only in their teens, they had never seen such a scene before, so anxious that they stomped their feet. Ring ran out of the kitchen, shouting for help, while Apricot rushed up and hugged Old Man Song's hand, not letting him hit Zhang Shi.

  Unfortunately, Old Song had extraordinary strength and with just one swing of his hand, he sent the petite Xing'er flying out. She hit her head on the corner of the table, blood flowed from her forehead, and she fainted.

  Old Song's eyes turned red and he didn't care who Xing'er was, he swung his rattan stick at her.

  Zhang's family suddenly came up with a surge of courage, and rushed to Xing'er's side, protecting her in front of her, blocking the rattan stick that Old Man Song was about to whip at Xing'er.

  Old Song got more and more into it, each whip landing on Zhang's body without any restraint. Zhang tightly hugged Apricot, her eyes no longer fearful, staring silently at Old Song.

  Mr. Song was taken aback for the first time by Zhang's defiant gaze, and his hand wielding the rattan stick also stopped in mid-air. Soon, his astonishment was replaced by another anger of being offended, he turned around and looked around, grabbed a rolling pin from the kitchen counter.

  Just as he was about to hit Zhang's head with the rolling pin, a hand suddenly grabbed his neck from behind and pinned him down, dragging him out of the kitchen.

  ……

  Old Song was thrown out of the shop, rolling on the ground several times before stopping. The other party's technique was very unique, not causing him to hurt his tendons or bones, but also not letting him off easy.

  His waist ached and his back hurt, he struggled to get up, turned his head to look at this person, and was stunned.

  The young man in front of him looked exceptionally familiar, especially the strange scar on his face, which made him recognize him at a glance.

  Isn't this the young beggar who often goes to the tofu stall to drink soy milk?

  Zhen's face was gloomy as if a stormy sky, and he said in a deep voice: "Get out! Don't let me see you appear in the store again."

  "You little beggar, dare to bully me? Do you know who I am? I'm the husband of this store's owner, go ask around if you dare, and get out!"

  As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves and walked forward, raising his hand to give Zhen Ming a stern look.

  Zhen Ming's bitter fate was sealed, his hands didn't even move, he just took a step forward first, before Song Lao's hand touched his body, he lightly bumped into Song Lao with his shoulder, and Song Lao once again rolled out several meters like a kite with a broken string.

  The people around started blaming Zhen Ming for being ruthless and said that he was cheating customers, bullying the elderly.

  Old Song became even more energetic, turning to the surrounding customers and shouting: "Everyone, take a look! This is how the boss's wife treats her own father-in-law. She's having an affair and dares to hit the man who raised her for several years. The world has lost its conscience! Today, I'll risk my life to seek justice! After I die, please just cover me with a straw mat, don't bother collecting my body. I want this shop to stink so badly that this adulterous couple will never be able to show their faces again!"

  Old Song became more and more agitated as he spoke, his words becoming increasingly sorrowful until finally, with a loud sobbing sound, tears began to fall. He wiped away his tears, revealing a heroic yet tragic expression, and charged forward towards Zhen's command.

  Unfortunately, Zhenming was merciless and didn't show any quarter. With a push and a shove, Old Man Song flew out, and after several times, he was thrown to the point where his bones were almost scattered all over the place. He had no strength left to get up and lay on the ground panting heavily.

  "Still not letting me off!"

  ……

  Just then, a shrill cry rang out, and two young men with pale faces, red lips, and skin so tender it seemed to be dripping with water, dressed as scholars, squeezed out of the crowd and glared at Zhen Ming with bitter anger.

  Zhen Ming's bitter face turned to the two, stared blankly for a moment, and her eyes slightly bulged towards one of them, sizing up the slightly raised chest. Despite having made adjustments, the other party's obviously fuller upper body still instantly exposed her feminine characteristics.

  The other party felt his rude gaze and became even more indignant, shouting: "Bullying an elderly person who has reached old age, don't you feel ashamed!"

  "Shameless, and quite pleased with herself." Zhen Ming's eyes narrowed slightly as she recognized the woman at a glance. Although her appearance had been carefully embellished, her voice and delicate features remained unchanged.

  Beside her was a slightly short, teenage boy with a man's hair bun, his face still had baby fat, bright and beautiful eyes, if he were a man, it would be too pretty.

  It was Peony Fairy Ling Xue and her little maid Miao Yu, who came to take a look at Zhang's Sweetheart Workshop, which had recently become famous in Luoyang. Unexpectedly, they ran into Zhen Ming, who was scolding Old Man Song.

  Miao Yu's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise. So far, she had seen Zhen Mingshu several times, and each time he appeared in a different identity. The first time was as a poor beggar, the second time as Yang Gongzi's personal bodyguard, and this time, he had become the owner of this famous pastry shop in the capital.

  Ling Frost saw his arrogant and rude attitude, without any remorse or guilt, and became even more furious. Without saying another word, she rushed towards Zhen Ming with a bitter expression.

  Her every move seemed to be dancing, her slender hands stretched out, her limbs beautiful and moving, full of soft and watery beauty. Just as Zhen Ming was slightly mesmerized by this beautiful posture, the other person's fingers were already pressed against his neck artery.

  "Move again and you'll never get up for the rest of your life!" she said coldly.

  His eyes widened slightly as he felt a sharp pain on the back of his neck, reminiscent of the needle-like sensation. He had heard his uncle mention before that in ancient Chinese martial arts, there was a type of women's soft technique that originated from ** branch, originally used by women to serve men, but later evolved into a deadly assassination technique. By using their beauty to enthrall men, they would then use stabbing, poking, pointing, striking, and ambushing movements to paralyze their opponent's ability to move, ultimately achieving the goal of assassinating them. This technique was most effective in bed, where men were least on guard.

  Never thought I'd run into him in a place like this.

  "Immortal maiden is so angry, it can't be just because of this old man, right?" He said with a nonchalant expression, in a voice that only the two could hear.

  The Peony Fairy was slightly stunned, and then reacted, becoming even more disgusted with this smiling face, treacherous and shameless, frivolous and dissolute man who seemed to put nothing in his heart.

  Now there is one more: disrespecting the elderly.

  "As long as you understand, return what you stole from me. I can spare your life, but the crime of theft is unforgivable. Come with me to see the official!"

  Zhen Ming sighed and shrugged: "I don't understand what you're saying, Fairy."

  The Peony Fairy immediately increased the force on his neck, and Zhen Ming felt a wave of dizziness in his head. It seemed that the other party was not joking, and perhaps she could really paralyze him, making it impossible for him to stand up again for the rest of his life.

  However, he was not completely without the power to fight back.