Chapter 66: Martial Arts or Dance?

  (I couldn't sleep last night, tossing and turning... which made me feel lethargic today, what a pity...)

  "What are you two... doing?" Yu Jia's voice suddenly sounded from beside them.

  The two of them turned their heads at the same time and happened to see You Jia standing beside them with a look of astonishment, staring at them.

  Tan Qingqing couldn't care about being shy anymore, and hastily explained: "Nothing, just sparring with him. Yu Jia sister, you don't know yet, but your friend is actually a very formidable practitioner."

  You Jia couldn't hold it in anymore and burst out laughing, pointing at the two of them: "Take a look for yourselves, what kind of sparring is this? Are you practicing martial arts or dancing?"

  Tan Qingqing only then noticed that her and Zhang Wenzhong's posture was indeed ambiguous enough to spark imagination.

  Zhang Wen's left hand was holding her right foot, and his right hand was wrapped around her slender waist. The two of them were extremely close together, looking as if they were chest to chest, belly to belly. Most crucially, because of the sudden fall earlier, her hands had involuntarily wrapped themselves around Zhang Wen's neck. At this moment, a glance would suggest that she and Zhang Wen were about to engage in a passionate kiss reminiscent of those often seen in classic films.

  "Ah......" Tan Qingqing's face suddenly turned red, and she hurriedly rushed to Zhang Wenzhong, coquettishly scolding: "What are you still dazing about? Quickly let go!"

  "Really want me to let go?" Zhang Wen's expression remained calm, without a hint of shyness or any intention of taking advantage of the situation.

  Tan Qing's eyebrows rose in annoyance as she said, "Cut the nonsense, let go quickly."

  "Are you ready then?" Zhang Wenzhong asked again.

  "What's wrong with you? Let go quickly!" Tan Qingqing was a bit annoyed.

  "Alright, I'll let go." Zhang Wenzhong nodded in response and retreated after releasing his grip.

  After Zhang Wen Zhong Song's hand, Tan Qing Qing finally understood what he meant by "Are you ready?" Unfortunately, she was already falling backwards and landed on the ground.

  "Didn't you get hurt?" Yu Jia hastily walked over and helped her up.

  "How can I possibly be hurt? I'm a renowned martial arts expert in the police force!" Tan Qingqing said with a hard mouth, but Zhang Wenzhong clearly noticed that she was secretly rubbing her buttocks with her hand when Yu Jia wasn't paying attention.

  "Good grief..." Yu Jia sighed and shook her head, saying: "I don't even know what to say to you anymore. You're such a tomboy, it's really time for you to change your ways. Every time you see someone, you want to fight them. As a girl, all you know is how to fight and kill, where will you find a man who dares to marry you? No wonder you're so beautiful but still a leftover woman. Think about it, how many men would be willing to date or marry a woman who might beat him to a pulp at any moment?"

  Tan Qingqing didn't care about this at all, and she laughed and said: "If no one wants it, then no one wants it. Anyway, there's no man I like. Later, I'll just make do with you, You Jia."

  You Jia raised her hand and gently tapped on Tan Qingqing's forehead, saying irritably: "Get lost, I'm not a puller." Then she turned to Zhang Wenzhong and said: "Sorry, Mr. Zhang, Tan Qingqing is just a small pepper with this kind of personality, but I can guarantee that she absolutely has no malice. If she offended you just now, please don't take it to heart."

  Zhang Wenzhong smiled and nodded: "It's okay, Miss Tan's personality is quite straightforward."

  From young to old, Tan Qingqing has always regarded You Jia as her own sister, and she has a kind of reverence for her in her heart. The thing she fears most is that You Jia will get angry. Originally, she was worried that Zhang Wenzhong would tell on her in front of You Jia, but unexpectedly, he actually spoke well of her instead.

  Tan Qingqing suddenly felt that Zhang Wenzhong was not bad either, she patted her chest and said: "I also think your personality is quite straightforward, okay, this friend of mine, Tan Qingqing has made."

  You Jiajue suddenly felt that she was indeed defeated by Tan Qingqing. She raised her hand and gently patted her forehead, smiled helplessly and stopped paying attention to Tan Qingqing.

  "Mr. Zhang, the banquet is about to begin, please follow me," Yu Jia said and led Zhang Wen Zhong towards the garden in front of the villa. At the same time, she also asked for his opinion: "Mr. Zhang, I guess you wouldn't want to sit with those socialites and elite talents, so I arranged for you to sit with my old friends at one table, what do you think?"

  "Very well." Zhang Wen Zhong replied with a smile.

  Soon, Yu Jia led Zhang Wen Zhong and Tan Qing Qing to a dining table near the villa. At this time, several people were already seated at the table, chatting and laughing with each other. They were all childhood friends who had grown up playing together with Yu Jia, and they were also familiar with Yu Jia's grandfather, which was why they had been invited to attend Yu Jia's grandfather's birthday celebration.

  You Jia still had some things to attend to, so after introducing Zhang Wen Zhong, she instructed Tang Qing Qing to take good care of him in her place.

  "Don't worry, I'll take good care of Little Zhang for you." Tan Qingqing patted her chest and said. She really was a straightforward person, in just a short while, she had already become familiar with calling Zhang Wenzhong "Little Zhang", seemingly her age was even younger than Zhang Wenzhong's.

  "Young Master Zhang, I'm really sorry. It should have been me who came to welcome you personally, but today is my grandfather's birthday and we juniors have many things to attend to. Please forgive me."

  Zhang Wen-zhong smiled and said: "It's okay, you go ahead with your business, I'll take care of myself."

  You Jia also bid farewell to his childhood friends present and then left.

  Just as Yu Jia had just left, Tan Qingqing's brother, the sturdy man who had just dragged Yang Yi out, walked over with a smile.

  "Brother, what did you do to that kid Yang Yi?" Tan Qingqing asked excitedly as soon as she saw him.

  "What else can we do? Today is Old Master Yu's birthday banquet, and it would be inappropriate to see bloodshed. I knocked him out and locked him in his Audi car. I reckon he won't wake up before the banquet ends." The burly man said with a smile, pulling out a set of car keys from his pocket and tossing them to Yu Jia, "These are the kid's car keys, after the banquet is over, you can have someone let him out of the car."

  "Good riddance." Tan Qingqing took the car key and casually put it in her pocket. Then she curled up her mouth, saying with some regret: "Unfortunately, today is Mr. You's birthday banquet, otherwise I would have beaten him to a pulp like a panda, see if he dares to shamelessly pester Sister You Jia again."

  "Let's get to know each other." The robust man shifted his gaze to Zhang Wen-zhong, flashed a silly grin, and extended a massive hand, introducing himself: "I'm the older brother of this womanizer, my name is Tan Certainperson."