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As she was contemplating having a good cry over her destined heartbreak like Sister Fang, Fang Yin returned.
“Phew,” Fang Yin's face was slightly flushed, clearly having run back in the cold wind. He extended his hand, wrapped in silk, and when Zhou Yingying took it and opened it, she found a silver hairpin adorned with intricate carvings.
“Happy Birthday…” Fang Yin stammered, “...you know, because your leg is broken… the medical expenses are too high… I can’t afford anything expensive right now…” He lowered his head slightly, a hint of shyness on his face, as he offered her the hairpin.
The silver hairpin sparkled in the setting sun, reminding Zhou Yingying of how she had previously shot all the hairpins her mother had given her with a slingshot. Since then, the only gifts she received were books like "Wing Chun Self-Study for One Hundred Days," "Yue Buqun's Surgery and Its Enlightenment for the Era—indicating that people can change their gender," and "Dog-Whacking Stick Technique." But now, Fang Yin… finally saw her as a woman.
Zhou Yingying was ecstatic. Ignoring the messy bandages still wrapped around her right foot, she jumped up like a golden rooster standing on one leg and pulled Fang Yin, who was scratching his head in confusion, into a fierce kiss—instantly, the cold wind ceased to blow, spring did not arrive, and the little flowers could not open their eyes.
With one foot firmly planted on the ground, Zhou Yingying jumped up and wrapped her arms around Fang Yin's neck, planting a kiss on his cheek before standing there blushing, her eyes filled with shyness and joy.
That day, the lipstick mark that Zhou Yingying had not yet wiped off remained on Fang Yin's face.
No one expected that just a few days later, Su Muyao's father, Su Quan, came knocking at their door with his daughter in tow.
“Master Zhou…” Su Quan sipped some Longjing tea and waved his right hand lightly as if demonstrating their family’s Su Family Fist Technique. “A few days ago, your daughter scared my Muyao so badly that she turned pale. As for the mental distress compensation… how do you think we should settle this?”
“...Oh ho ho ho ho…” Zhou Zhisheng chuckled bitterly, constantly signaling to Fang Yin who stood nearby. The message was clear: hurry up and charm Miss Su!
Fang Yin swallowed hard and put on a troubled expression as he said to Su Muyao, “Miss Su… how about I treat you to dinner sometime?”
Su Muyao looked up at him with a blush on her cheeks before shyly retreating behind Su Quan.
Fang Yin felt a strange throbbing in his temples. Wasn't he the one who used to admire women like Su Muyao the most? Delicate and fragile, like a flower. Why did he now find Miss Su so pretentious?
"Cough, cough..." Su Quan took another sip of Longjing tea. "My daughter... really likes the leader of your Azure Dragon Hall..."
"… In other words, you can start preparing the betrothal gifts."
Fang Yin stepped back a step, and Zhou Zhisheng secretly pushed him from behind. Fang Yin retreated another step, and Zhou Zhisheng pushed him again. The two of them tugged back and forth until Zhou Zhisheng used a secret technique from the Xuanwu Gate to shove him out.
"Uh..." Fang Yin reluctantly grinned, but suddenly thought of Zhou Yingying. Although her temper was fierce enough to be the boss of the Shanghai Bund gang (no one dared to oppose her), and she completely lacked any feminine grace— even kittens would run away upon seeing her— compared to a woman like Su Muyao, who hid behind others at every turn, Fang Yin found Zhou Yingying's boldness much more endearing.
"… Master Su… you see..."
Just as Fang Yin was racking his brain for a strategy to respond, a voice shouted, "Everyone get out of the way!"
The front door was kicked open, revealing Zhou Yingying with red eyes, hair disheveled, leaning on a cane as she limped towards Zhou Zhisheng. She shouted, "Dad! You can't marry Fang Yin off just for your own sake!"
Before Zhou Zhisheng could respond, Zhou Yingying raised her cane and pointed it at Su Muyao, angrily saying to Fang Yin, "What’s so good about this kind of woman? When trouble strikes, you have to protect her! She's nothing but a burden when fleeing!"
Zhou Yingying gripped her cane tightly, her body trembling slightly with rage, her eyes burning with fury.
The room fell silent. After a moment's pause, with a "Wow," Miss Su covered her face and ran out into the cold wind. Her figure appeared desolate against the winter backdrop of the Shanghai Bund.
“Muyao… wait… wait a moment!” Su Quan panicked as he saw his only daughter run off. He was about to chase after her but hesitated, unwilling to part with the Longjing tea in his hand.
In the end, he tilted his head back and finished the Longjing in one gulp, glaring fiercely at Zhou Zhisheng and Fang Yin. “I’ll remember this debt!”
In the blink of an eye, he vanished without a trace.
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