My Silly, Sweet Wife

According to Ye Guichen’s idea, Tianhe Martial Arts Hall should restore its original appearance and add a memorial wall to commemorate Fang Yu’s father, letting all who come to the hall know that someone put in a lot of effort for this place.

”Brother Ye, I, I...” Fang Yu’s face flushed as he walked to Ye Guichen, intending to kneel.

Ye Guichen pulled him up: ”Fang Yu, I’m doing all this not just for you but for profit. Remember, you are a man and must stand tall; don’t cry so easily. Also, remember, I’m the owner of this martial arts hall, you’re just my employee, and if you don’t do well, I’ll still fire you!”

Fang Yu nodded vigorously, knowing Ye Guichen was motivating him.

”Of course, if you do well, it’s possible I’ll leave this place to you in the future.” Ye Guichen added, stunning Fang Yu.

”Brother Ye, rest assured, I won’t disappoint you!” Fang Yu ultimately didn’t kneel.

”Fang Yu, a man’s knees are like gold; kneel to the heavens, the earth, and your parents, but don’t kneel to others. Remember, as a man, you must stand tall and strengthen your spine!” Ye Guichen patted Fang Yu’s shoulder and left Tianhe Martial Arts Hall with Shang Wen Dong.

Fang Yu clenched his fists, feeling his blood boiling, muttering: ”Brother Ye, I understand!”

At that moment, Fang Yu’s heart underwent a tremendous change.

When Ye Guichen and Shang Wen Dong arrived at Nandu Martial Arts Hall again, it seemed to have just opened.

But there were two rows of martial artists at the door, who didn’t seem to be welcoming guests today.

Seeing Ye Guichen and Shang Wen Dong coming, someone immediately stepped forward to block them, speaking coldly: ”We have important guests visiting today. Irrelevant people are not allowed inside!”

Ye Guichen couldn’t help but laugh.

Important guests visiting?

Lu Liang clearly agreed yesterday, yet today they pulled this stunt.

Looks like he’s trying to mess with me.

”I’m here to see your Master Lu!” Ye Guichen didn’t rush in but said.

The person snorted coldly: ”Master Lu is busy today and doesn’t have time to see you.”

”What, you’re denying what you agreed to yesterday now?” Ye Guichen crossed his arms, saying teasingly: ”Seems like you’ve been prepared, meaning your Master Lu doesn’t want to do business with me today?”

Those martial artists were arrogant, playing dumb: ”We don’t understand what you’re talking about. You’d better leave. Don’t blame us for not warning you; if the people from the Martial Arts Association come later and see you causing trouble here, they might beat you to death with no one daring to intervene!”

Ye Guichen was taken aback.

Martial Arts Association?

Then suddenly realized.

Lu Liang, this fence-sitter, has cozied up to the Martial Arts Association, no wonder he’s so arrogant now.