But today, hearing from Meng Zhao that she actually had a chance to learn martial arts, Qi Fang's heart, once withered dry, suddenly rekindled from dead ashes.
She had despaired of life because she saw no hope. She did not know how to protect herself, nor how to keep her beauty from bringing disaster upon her.
But if she possessed martial arts, then she would no longer be that frail woman who could only rely on others. Instead, she could protect herself and, to a certain extent, take her own fate into her hands.
She no longer felt any resentment toward Meng Zhao's domineering attitude.
Qi Fang was, after all, a married woman. She had experienced all that she should have experienced, though that damned husband of hers had turned to gambling not long after their marriage and had not put much effort into her.
Perhaps Boss Zhu had also been meddling behind the scenes.
Now, faced with Meng Zhao's forcefulness and her yearning for martial arts, she had already submitted and conceded defeat in her heart.
Besides, compared to the revolting-looking Boss Zhu, Meng Zhao was handsome and still young. When all was said and done, it was hard to say who was getting the better deal!
Seeing the woman whose fury had been blazing gradually calm down, her entire body relaxing as well, Meng Zhao slowly released his grip.
"Have you calmed down now?"
Qi Fang hesitated, conflicted as she said,
"Y-you, will you really teach me martial arts?"
Meng Zhao laughed heartily. Under Qi Fang's startled and bashful gaze, he leaned in and kissed her. A moment later, he said,
"Of course. You still don't understand yourself well enough. A peerless beauty, like a peerless master, is a rare sight indeed.
"You have decent talent for martial