No Time

A moment later, in the living room on the first floor.

Chen Wu's face still held the afterglow of excitement, her cheeks flushed, and her expression was much more sunny and generous than before.

As for the scars on my face, they are still there, but they have faded significantly.

"Brother Zhang Yang..." she called softly, her eyes shy, yet she took the initiative to meet Zhang Yang's gaze.

She finally stopped hiding the blemishes on her face.

"That's right, what's there to cover up? Aren't you a pretty girl?" Zhang Yang said with a smile. "Probably in a few more days, after a few days, there won't be any trace."

The brother and sister exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with surprise and delight.

"My sister's brother is truly a blessing," Chen Zhang laughed loudly. "Zhang Yang, I, as his own brother, am no match for you! I'm convinced! By the way, I need to tell my parents the good news..."

"No rush," Zhang Yang said. "How about we tell you when you're fully recovered?"

"That's right, we can surprise them then." Chen Zhang agreed. "By the way, where should we eat lunch? A friend of mine recently opened a restaurant that got another Michelin star, how about we go..."

"How about we eat at home?" Chen Wu suddenly suggested in a low voice.

Chen Zhang blinked, glanced at the ingredients prepared in the kitchen, and suddenly realized what was going on.

My younger sister wanted to cook for me, so of course I had to show my appreciation. Needless to say, it was to give my own sister face!

"Haha, that's fine too." Chen Zhang nodded in agreement, laughing as he put his arm around Zhang Yang. "Zhang Yang, we're in for a treat today! My sister cooked for us! It's such a rare treat! I guess I'm really benefiting from your kindness..."

"Brother, say less," Chen Wu said with a slightly embarrassed tone, then got up and went into the kitchen.

After everyone left, Chen Zhang quietly explained to Zhang Yang.

"My sister isn't one of those so-called socialites who never lifts a finger. In fact, from childhood to adulthood, she's done a lot of volunteer work at orphanages and other community service jobs. What do those people in the circle know? Do they really think she's a pampered, sheltered young lady?"

Zhang Yang understands.

Chen Wu may simply not be making public appearances in Beijing's social circles. In recent years, she has actually been engaging with the world and searching for her own value in her own way.

A short while later, the two boys saw Chen Wu busy at work in the kitchen.

"Aren't you going to help?" Zhang Yang glanced at Chen Zhang.

"A wise man keeps away from the kitchen," Chen Zhang blurted out. "Alright, I've never cooked either. In my family, the cook always did the cooking."

Zhang Yang stood up, took off his coat, and went straight into the kitchen.

"Chen Wu, let me help you."

Startled, Chen Wu quickly said, "Brother Zhang Yang, you don't need to go into the kitchen, just wait."

"Since you're free anyway, I'll help you out, okay?" Zhang Yang didn't subscribe to the idea that cooking had to be done by women. "The fish and meat need to be prepared, right?"

Without saying a word, he bent down and started working.

Just as Chen Wu was about to dissuade him, she saw Zhang Yang skillfully wielding his knife to remove the fish scales and fillets, his movements fluid and seamless.

Then, a piece of meat, sliced one slice at a time, each slice thin and even, like a cicada's wing.

She stared wide-eyed at Zhang Yang, who was focused on the ingredients in his hands. She looked at his profile as he worked, at his focused expression, and before she knew it, she was completely stunned.

"Alright, is there anything else to do?" Zhang Yang washed his hands and looked at Chen Wu.

"That's all, that's all." Chen Wu exclaimed in amazement, "Brother Zhang Yang, I never knew your swordsmanship was so good."

Cooking skills are nothing to brag about.

However, sometimes, the surprises brought by seemingly insignificant little details are invaluable.

For example, who would have thought that Zhang Yang, who could kill a bull with a single blow, would also possess such knife skills in private, and would actually be willing to calm down, scale and cut meat, and help out in the kitchen?

"Alright, then you can take your time." Zhang Yang nodded and walked out of the kitchen first.

Inside the living room, Chen Zhang was drinking tea.

"You've been manipulating girls quite a bit with that, haven't you?" he commented slyly. "You're already a perfect match, but you still insist on adding the finishing touches."

He was referring to Zhang Yang.

After all, Zhang Yang's advantages, from his looks and temperament to his wealth and charm, and even his skills, are enough to make girls flock to him if he were even slightly outstanding in any one of them. But Zhang Yang has all of them at the top, and every single one of them is excellent or even top-notch and unique.

Even these seemingly insignificant life skills are surprisingly amazing.

All of these qualities are concentrated in one person. Is there any girl he can't win over? He can capture everyone from teenage girls to mature women.

"You think it's easy to be blessed with natural talent and then work hard?" Zhang Yang chuckled. "But to say that I manipulate girls is a biased view. I, Zhang Yang, have always had a sincere and genuine heart towards girls."

"Reconsider my sister?" Chen Zhang's old habit kicked in again.

"You're here again." Zhang Yang touched his cigarette. "Come on, wanna go out for a smoke?"

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At noon, a table full of surprises.

Zhang Yang was truly surprised that Chen Wu, such a young girl, could actually prepare a whole table of dishes by herself.

Moreover, it looks and smells delicious, making one's mouth water just looking at it.

Chen Wu finished serving the rice, picked up her bowl and chopsticks, but didn't rush to eat. She just looked at Zhang Yang and Chen Zhang with expectant eyes.

Okay, mainly because I'm watching Zhang Yang.

"Mmm, delicious." Zhang Yang took a small bite and praised it generously.

It has a flavor that's even more amazing than home-cooked meals.

Upon hearing this, Chen Wu immediately smiled happily, "It's been so long since I've cooked, I thought I'd gotten rusty."

"Chen Wu once studied under a master chef at the Great Hall of the People, so her skills are truly from a prestigious lineage. If she were willing to cook every day, I wouldn't need to eat out anymore." Chen Zhang kept eating with his chopsticks, savoring the food carefully.

"No wonder," Zhang Yang suddenly realized.

It's clear that although Chen Wu comes from a top-tier family, she still maintains a frugal lifestyle; the lunch dishes didn't contain any particularly expensive ingredients.

But the flavors were surprisingly innovative and thoughtful.

Everyone was quite satisfied with the lunch.

In the afternoon, Zhang Yang and Chen Zhang left first.

Before getting on the bus.

"Look back," Chen Zhang gestured.

Zhang Yang glanced back and saw Chen Wu still standing at the door not far away, her eyes filled with hope and expectation, which could be clearly seen from a distance.

Seemingly noticing his gaze, Chen Wu waved high in the air.

"Let's go, let's go back." Zhang Yang nodded from afar, opened the car door, and got in first.

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Over the next few days, everything proceeded smoothly.

Zhang Yang comes to Chen Wu's place every day at the same time to apply medicine to Chen Wu wounds, change her dressings, and witness the changes in the scars on her face day by day.

Almost every day, the scars on Chen Wu's face are healing rapidly.

The once quite noticeable scars have faded more and more, to the point that they are almost completely gone.

Only a hair's breadth remains before a full recovery.

In recent days, with the mixed martial arts event approaching, the hype surrounding it has reached an extremely high level.

With Zhang Yang's character, Mr. Long, confirmed to participate, the topic has become even more widely discussed.

[It was just a carefully orchestrated publicity stunt.]

[That's not the case. What if the purpose of all this is to promote traditional martial arts and enhance our national prestige?]

[Everyone in the world is clamoring for profit, everyone is bustling about for gain. Where can you find such a selfless person? I even suspect that the fighters we invited might throw the fights.]

[Open your dog eyes and take a look! Look at the kind of people who came here. They're rigging fights. They'd throw away someone's career just to play along with you?]

Amidst the commotion, the company behind Director Ye announced an important piece of information:

All proceeds from this event will be donated to charitable causes in China.

Once the news broke, several official media outlets in China immediately stepped forward to endorse and characterize the event.

In an instant, all doubts vanished.

Inside a villa at the foot of Fragrant Hill.

Today, Zhang Yang was in charge of cooking in the kitchen, giving full play to his culinary skills.

Chen Zhang and Chen Wu, brother and sister, stood outside the kitchen, watching Zhang Yang inside, multitasking effortlessly, washing, chopping, and preparing the food, and then deftly tossing the wok. They were all deeply impressed.

"So Zhang Yang's cooking skills are also so superb?!" Chen Wu covered her mouth.

Chen Zhang stood there, lost in thought.

"Is there anything he can't do?"

At noon, the abundance of delicious food and the aromas were truly delightful, satisfying everyone's taste buds.

"Let's open a restaurant, the kind where you're the head chef." Chen Zhang took a bite of food, sighed deeply, and looked at him with a complicated expression. "I guarantee it'll be packed with customers, even more prestigious than those Michelin Samsung restaurants."

"I can't open it even a little bit." Zhang Yang shook his head. "Life is too short to cook for others? Do you think I'm that bored?"

Cooking is a rare treat when you're in the mood, it's a pleasure, who the hell treats it like a chore?

The table was laden with dishes, and chopsticks kept going down, but even with Chen Zhang's appetite, it might not be enough.

Chen Wu could only squeeze in the time to taste the dishes, and every time she tasted a particularly amazing one, she couldn't help but cover her mouth, her eyes sparkling with admiration.

"You've seen the news online, right? Are you satisfied with the hype?" Chen Zhang asked about the upcoming mixed martial arts tournament.

"I've read it, and there's been a lot of discussion." Zhang Yang nodded.

"I don't know if you've seen the news yesterday, but the South Korean expert Kim Woong-ho we invited came over. Last night, he got into trouble at a bar and beat one of our Sanda fighters to the ground." Chen Zhang showed Zhang Yang the video.

Zhang Yang glanced at it.

In the video, one figure easily defeats another with a few punches and kicks, leaving the other figure helpless.

"This... this tactic seems familiar." Zhang Yang felt a strange sense of déjà vu. "Didn't Kim Woong-ho make some disparaging remarks about us afterward, causing such a stir online...?"

"Ah, this..." Chen Zhang was taken aback. "No, he's not that stupid. But the online sentiment is very high, with overwhelming hatred towards him."

"I see. You guys must have signed some kind of agreement for this competition, something like not being responsible for injuries or serious disabilities, right?" Zhang Yang asked, puzzled.

"A liability waiver is absolutely necessary," Chen Zhang said with certainty.

"Okay, I understand." Zhang Yang nodded.

The pattern is somewhat similar, but it didn't develop entirely according to the predetermined trajectory. However, the public outrage it stirred up still urgently needed someone to stand up and turn the tide.

Well then, with great power comes great responsibility.

Let's just consider it leaving behind a symbol of the eternally undefeated Mr. Long, since he doesn't plan to use this alias again afterward.

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The next morning, the day before the competition, was also the last day of Chen Wu's treatment.

In the living room, Zhang Yang applied the Ice Skin Ointment to Chen Wu as usual.

"Alright, this is the last time. Your brother and I will head to Tianjin later. Keep an eye on the time and bring it down then," Zhang Yang instructed.

"Okay, I will." Chen Wu nodded obediently.

Chen Zhang and Zhang Yang exchanged a glance, then stood up one after the other, preparing to set off for Tianjin.

"Wait a minute, Brother Zhang Yang."

Before leaving, Chen Wu suddenly called out to them.

"Hmm." Zhang Yang turned around in confusion.

"Brother Zhang Yang, I wish you great success!" Chen Wu, whose face was still bandaged, suddenly waved her fist to encourage him.

Chen Zhang, who was standing to the side, laughed loudly.

"Without a doubt, we'll definitely win! With your brother Zhang Yang's ability to crush a bull with a single blow, who would dare to challenge him? Just treat it as a game." Chen Zhang looked at his sister. "By the way, send me a picture after the bandages are removed. I'll post it on my WeChat Moments and wait for those guys to ask me about it."

"You're not allowed to send it." Chen Wu was getting a little anxious.

"Not sending it?" Chen Zhang was taken aback when he saw that Chen Wu didn't seem to be joking, then quickly nodded, "Okay, I won't send it, I won't send it, I'll listen to you."

He obeyed his own younger sister.

A moment later, the two got into the car and set off for Tianjin.

Inside the villa, Chen Wu sat quietly alone, waiting, her heart pounding with nervousness.

This is the last time the medicine will be applied.

Whether the scar can be completely removed depends on this attempt.

Although the scar has been improving and fading, there are still some traces left. It is said that even the most flawless face has a slight imperfection, and this is especially true for a girl's face.

She certainly hoped to fully recover to her original state.

Gradually, the burning sensation on my face slowly dissipated, and the tingling or itchy feeling on my skin gradually disappeared.

It seems it's time to remove the gauze.

Chen Wu walked to the mirror, took a deep breath, and then slowly removed the gauze from her face completely.

"This is..." She looked in the mirror and took a deep breath. "This is me?!"

In the mirror, a pretty face appeared fair, delicate, and incredibly radiant, with no trace of the scars from the past.

Not at all.

Her flawless face instantly blossomed into a radiant smile, revealing the most beautiful side of her age.

Chen Wu gently touched her old scars with her fingers, and now her skin was as delicate as egg white. Overwhelmed with emotion, she looked at it.

"Oh, right." She immediately took a selfie. "I won't post it with my brother, so he doesn't have to post it on his WeChat Moments. I'll send it to Zhang Yang instead."

She happily posted the photos, then went into her room.

A moment later, a figure emerged, looking completely transformed.

Chen Wu had long, black hair and fair skin, resembling a beautiful young woman of sixteen or seventeen.

"Uncle Song, can you arrange a car for me? I need to go to Tianjin." She made a phone call.