Chapter 9

In the car.

"Handsome, do you really call yourself Da Ying?" Ling Xuan's beautiful eyes sparkled with admiration. In her eyes now, Chu Ying was no longer a money-obsessed bumpkin but a fearless hero who upheld justice.

Chu Ying didn't answer her but asked in return, "Who is that Zhang Gang? Is he famous around here?"

A look of disgust appeared on Ling Xuan's face as she sneered, "Just a town mayor, not worth mentioning!"

Clearly, the beauty's mind was not on this topic. She continued to press the previous question, "Da Ying, that kick you just did was so cool. Can you teach me? I can pay tuition!"

Chu Ying found it amusing. If anyone could learn it, he wouldn't have a future. Don't underestimate that seemingly effortless kick; to achieve speed, accuracy, and power, he had practiced for nearly a month to barely meet the old man's requirements.

He glanced at Ling Xuan's thighs and shook his head, "Your legs are too long and too thin. Even if you practice for a lifetime, you won't succeed."

Ling Xuan was immediately disappointed and retorted, "Even if I can't reach full strength, at least I can achieve seventy or eighty percent, right?" She doubted her pride in her long, slender legs for the first time.

Chu Ying's gaze never left those long legs. He chuckled, "Do you really want to learn?"

Ling Xuan exclaimed in surprise, "Handsome, you really will teach me? How much? I'll call my sister right now, and I'll give you the money when we get to the mountain!"

Chu Ying casually said, "That move is called Divine Leg. It not only requires speed and accuracy but also power. If your aptitude is not good, not only will you fail to learn it, but you might even ruin your legs. Do you still want to learn?"

Seeing Chu Ying's serious expression, Ling Xuan frowned, "Do you think I can do it?"

Chu Ying stared at her legs for a long time and marveled, "Your legs are long enough, so you pass the speed test; they are slender, so they should be flexible, so you pass the accuracy test; but for power..."

Ling Xuan's expression changed, and she hurriedly asked, "What about power?"

Chu Ying shook his head, "I can't tell from just looking. I need to know about your bones to make a judgment. Otherwise, it would be bad for both you and my reputation."

"You... Then how can you know about my bones?" Ling Xuan suppressed her anger, trying to keep her voice calm.

Chu Ying's eyes gleamed with a greenish light, and he chuckled, "Actually, it's very simple. Just let me touch them!" As he spoke, his hand moved forward unconsciously.

"Slap!"

"You dirty pervert! Filthy wolf!" Ling Xuan finally realized what this guy was up to. After all that, he just wanted to take advantage of her.

The car fell silent.

After a long while, Ling Xuan still seemed hesitant and asked suspiciously, "Just let you touch them, and that's it?"

Chu Ying was overjoyed. This girl still had a dream of becoming a female hero. It was a good pursuit, and he needed to protect it, like a flower bud about to bloom. He couldn't let it wither before it bloomed.

With this thought, Chu Ying changed his strategy and said, "Even if you have extraordinary bones and all the innate conditions, you might not be able to master the Divine Leg. The most important thing is hard work. A rich girl like you should find a few good masters to teach you. When I think you're ready, I'll pass on this secret technique to you."

In fact, he just wanted to see if he could get more benefits. Missing this opportunity now would create more and better opportunities in the future. If this girl hired him as a master, then...

Chu Ying was so excited that he laughed out loud. Even Huanzi in the back seat found his smile sinister, but Ling Xuan, lost in her dream of being a hero, didn't notice.

"Handsome, do you have time? How about I hire you as my master?" Ling Xuan asked hopefully.

Chu Ying nodded, "A great man once said, time is like water in a sponge; as long as you squeeze, there will always be some. If a great man can find time, so can I, a small person. It's just the price..."

"How about a thousand per hour?" Ling Xuan was afraid he would ask for an exorbitant price, so she quickly offered.

Chu Ying's face showed hesitation, and after a long while, he nodded, "It's barely acceptable. Since you sincerely hired me, I'll reluctantly agree!"

"Being a master is so profitable," Huanzi said, feeling happy that Chu Ying had found a job so quickly. In his heart, whether Chu Ying was a billionaire or a beggar, he was still his brother. So when he heard that Chu Ying earned more in an hour than he did in half a month, he felt no jealousy, only joy.

Since Chu Ying had agreed to be her master, Ling Xuan's attitude toward the two of them changed. She turned to Huanzi and asked, "Since you're on the same side, you must know the Divine Leg, right? Why don't you teach me?"

Huanzi, being honest and straightforward, thought that learning from the honest Huanzi would be better than from that black-hearted guy.

"I don't know it," Huanzi replied honestly.

Ling Xuan said, "It's okay if you don't know the Divine Leg. Do you know anything else? I want to learn whatever you know."

Huanzi smiled innocently, "I know how to farm. Do you want to learn?"

Chu Ying laughed heartily in the front, while Ling Xuan was speechless. She glared at Chu Ying and said, "Give me your phone number. Whenever I have time, I'll call you, and you must be available, or your hourly pay will be halved!"

"Don't worry, I'm a qualified master. I'll be available whenever you call!" Chu Ying promised, patting his chest.

This guy had just said he was busy, but now he agreed so readily, making Ling Xuan feel cheated.

Chu Ying smiled bitterly, "But I don't have a phone. Does Huanzi have one?"

"I don't have one either." Huanzi rarely contacted people outside the village, so he didn't need one.

Ling Xuan rolled her eyes, "My sister should have an extra one. I'll get one for you, and the cost will be deducted from your pay."

Originally, she didn't care much about money, but since meeting Chu Ying, she realized that if she continued to be careless, her family's wealth might one day be squandered.

"Are you selling... those?" Chu Ying looked at the peach in Ling Xuan's hand and glanced at her chest, his thoughts becoming unscrupulous again, deliberately drawing out his words.

Ling Xuan was furious. What kind of look was this guy giving her? Does she look like a peach seller? She replied casually, "Yes, do you want to buy?"

Chu Ying said, "Oh, your peaches are so big!"

"Of course!"

"Your peaches have a lot of fuzz on them!"

"..."

As they spoke, the car had already reached the top of the mountain.

The workers nearby, busy with their tasks, saw this nearly broken-down car and thought it was another local villager causing trouble. The foreman gave an order to someone, who ran off, and the foreman led the others to surround the car.

"Uncle Li, we meet again!" Ling Xuan smiled as she got out of the car and greeted the foreman.

"Oh, it's Miss Ling!" The foreman's eyebrows furrowed. Miss Ling had a car, so why was she in such a car? Ling Xuan opened the trunk and smiled, "It's hot, so I brought watermelons for everyone. Come and help me carry them!"

"Thank you, Miss Ling!" The foreman's doubts were dispelled, and he was pleased with Ling Xuan's thoughtfulness.

The workers rushed over and carried down the two hundred pounds of watermelons, all grateful to Ling Xuan.

Unlike the lively scene at the construction site, inside the office, a cold and beautiful woman was pacing back and forth, her face filled with worry.