Chapter 27

"Zhen Dong, I want to eat barbecue!" Yu Qingying pointed at some tables and chairs that were just being set up on the street as Tang Zhen Dong was riding his bike to the night market barbecue street.

"Sure, are you hungry now? If not, let's take a walk first and then come back to eat."

"Not hungry, how about we go for a drive by the sea?"

"Ah? A drive? How? Ride this for a drive?" Tang Zhen Dong pointed at his second-hand tricycle.

"Hehe, yes, ride this for a drive."

When a beauty invites you, Tang Zhen Dong couldn't refuse, even though he knew his mode of transportation wasn't suitable for a drive. Since Yu Qingying didn't mind, Tang Zhen Dong wouldn't mind either. What hadn't he experienced? Hadn't he faced enough cold eyes after being released from prison?

Hai Cheng, originally meaning a city by the sea, is a famous tourist city in the country. Its seaside is very beautiful, with the setting sun, blue water, and sky, the beach, and the playing adults and children, forming a harmonious and beautiful picture of man and nature.

"This place is really beautiful!" Yu Qingying exclaimed sincerely.

Tang Zhen Dong glanced at Yu Qingying's entranced face, "It is beautiful, but even the most beautiful scenery needs beautiful people to complement it. Without people, the scenery, no matter how beautiful, is lifeless."

Tang Zhen Dong was speaking from the perspective of feng shui, which must be centered around people. Any feng shui cannot exist independently of people. Whether feng shui is auspicious or inauspicious, it only has meaning when it affects people. One could say that people are the finishing touch in feng shui.

Even if the feng shui of a place is excellent, without people, it loses its nourishing effect on people, and the effect of people on feng shui also loses its meaning. No matter how inauspicious a site is, without someone buried there, who would it be inauspicious for?

"I find that you speak very philosophically now," Yu Qingying tilted her head and looked at Tang Zhen Dong.

"I just said the truth. It's you who read too much into my simple words."

"No, absolutely not. I have a feeling that you have a mysterious side. I noticed this when you analyzed the ten sets of numbers I mentioned."

"Having a good memory isn't a mistake. You should have noticed this when we were in school."

"Tsk, if I say you're fat, you start panting. Can't you be a bit more modest?"

Eight years in prison taught Tang Zhen Dong that being modest isn't always a good thing. Sometimes, you need to take the initiative. "Alright, I'll be modest. I don't want you to feel inferior."

Hearing this, Yu Qingying's two-fingered meat-pinching technique finally found its place. Her two fingers continuously pinched and squeezed, changing shape, and played a Mozart's Moonlight Sonata on Tang Zhen Dong's lower back.

Tang Zhen Dong didn't make a sound. He had long learned to endure in prison. Since the Cadillac incident, his endurance had reached a terrifying level. This endurance was not just mental but also physical. Life in prison was extremely boring, with no entertainment, so he had to stimulate himself. In the dead of winter, he would take cold showers, and in the summer, when there was no cold water, he would lie on a large stone slab and have some inmates kick and punch him as hard as they could. Tang Zhen Dong wasn't a pervert; this was a method to practice qigong.

In martial arts, there's a saying: "Before you hit others, you must be able to take a hit." A master of hitting must also be a master of taking hits.

Tang Zhen Dong practiced a secret qigong technique passed down from the Ghost Valley lineage. Over the years, it had formed a complete system, and his ability to take hits was taught by his master, Xu Zhuo.

However, what Tang Zhen Dong hadn't learned was that his tough guy image didn't fit well with the dynamics of a romantic relationship. In love, it's not about endurance but about exaggeration. The more exaggerated, the better. In many aspects, pretending to be in pain when you're not is also an art. But for Tang Zhen Dong, who lacked experience in love, everything was a natural performance.

"You're so annoying. Why didn't you cry out in pain? Didn't it hurt?" Yu Qingying lifted Tang Zhen Dong's shirt to see the purple skin on his waist, "It's all purple. Didn't it hurt?"

Hearing Yu Qingying's question, Tang Zhen Dong realized he should have felt pain. He immediately exaggerated a loud cry, "Ah, it hurts so much, it hurts, it really hurts."

But Yu Qingying's hand had already stopped playing Mozart, so his cries of pain sounded more like moaning.

"Hypocrite!"

Tang Zhen Dong and Yu Qingying's playful banter drew the attention of passersby on the beach. "Tsk, tsk, such a beautiful flower, stuck in cow dung!"

Regarding the issue of who the flower and the cow dung are, I don't need to say, you all know who is who, right?

"What a beautiful girl, what a cool ride!" A young man whistled, showing great admiration for Tang Zhen Dong's daring to ride an old tricycle with a top-tier beauty like Yu Qingying.

Tang Zhen Dong had no qualms. As long as Yu Qingying dared to sit, he dared to ride.

The characteristic scenery of Hai Cheng's seaside is the pier and Moon Bay. The pier extends into Moon Bay and has a large bronze statue of the Moon Old Man at its end. Many newlyweds like to take their wedding photos here.

"Zhen Dong, let's go there and play," Yu Qingying pointed at the pier and shouted.

When a beauty asks, you can't refuse, or it would be too impolite. Besides, they were here to have fun, so whatever Yu Qingying said, Tang Zhen Dong would agree.

The two walked around the pier, and Yu Qingying used her phone to capture their visit.

Yu Qingying patted her stomach, indicating to Tang Zhen Dong that she was a bit hungry. Without a word, Tang Zhen Dong reached into the tricycle and pulled out a peach, "Eat the peach."

"Your intentions are very sinister. You don't want me to eat at all? You want to send me away directly?"

Tang Zhen Dong quickly waved his hands, "No, no, that's not what I mean. I just hope you eat a little less, hahaha." Tang Zhen Dong laughed before he finished speaking.

Yu Qingying's hand touched Tang Zhen Dong's waist again, ready to play a Symphony of Fate.

This time, Tang Zhen Dong learned his lesson. Before Yu Qingying could act, he quickly surrendered and loudly begged for mercy.

Yu Qingying felt greatly satisfied. She didn't care if Tang Zhen Dong was genuinely begging for mercy or not. As long as he showed a tendency to beg, she would show mercy, "Alright, I'll remember this. We'll settle all your sins later. Little Dongzi, remember what I said?"

"Remembered, thank you, Your Majesty."

Recently, palace dramas have been popular, and Yu Qingying is a fan. She unconsciously used the language from the dramas. Although Tang Zhen Dong doesn't like to watch palace dramas, his reaction is quick, and he cooperates closely with Yu Qingying.

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