Chapter 1

The girl smiled and said: "What is the situation here? Haven't you knelt long enough on the washboard last time? However, there is some progress; last time you spent money on a prostitute, this time... at least it's free"

Mushida did not kick; she merely lifted her leg slightly, as if performing a joint exercise, and pretended to be quite surprised as she asked him: "Why are you panicking? How did you fall?"

Husband

Soft footsteps came from downstairs, and it was unclear which guest had gone to the restroom. The young woman felt a bit shy at first, but then thought to herself that in modern society, kissing is quite normal, and passersby should have a basic understanding of how to avoid such situations.

No one came after all

The white-haired individual looked at him with disdain: "What’s wrong with 120? Once you enter a bar, the prices are in the thousands. Those guys who come to pick up girls, can they even drink anything worthwhile? These bottles look so high-end, but they all come at a cost, you know? And what you want is a small order, not wholesale!"

He shared this idea with Uncle Zhang, who spat in his face and said: "Come on, stop it. The little boss lady wasn't called that at first. When she was four or five years old, she was taken to a fortune teller to have her fate read. The fortune teller said that the little boss lady lacked wood in her five elements. The boss lady couldn't be bothered to think of a name, so she simply let her take the surname Mu.

The young woman stared at the 13,000, her voice trembling: "Husband?"

Mushidai smiled slightly, his gaze trailing down his chest, stopping just a little below three inches beneath the navel, then his expression darkened as he kicked towards his groin.

What is the unusual method? With 13,000 secretly set aside, let's start with the name. Her surname is Mu; could it possibly be related to the Mu family in the history of Lijiang? It is worth noting that among all the ancient cities in China, only Lijiang Ancient City lacks city walls, which is because the character 'Mu' has a wall component, 'kun', to avoid the taboo associated with the Mu family.

The music in the front was faint and intermittent, while 13 was anxiously watching to see if anyone was coming, urging the two people in front of him repeatedly: "Hurry up, come on!"

How could she have such skills in martial arts

This venomous woman! She actually wants to kick such an important part! With a loud cry of 13, she hurriedly covered with both hands and, while hastily retreating, tripped over the elevated step and fell backward onto the stairs.

Yunnan, Lijiang Ancient Town, Casual Gathering Bar, Back Door

The innocent girl was extremely surprised: "This is so expensive!"

These two individuals are rather sneaky; one is on the ground unpacking boxes, with earrings the size of bracelets hanging from his ears, while the other has a tuft of white hair on his head, bent over in the box fiddling around. Then he straightens up, holding a bottle of foreign liquor in one hand, the label on the bottle written in a language that is not even English, clearly exuding a high level of sophistication: "Two bottles for 120!"

With a sigh of 13,000, he turned around pretending to tidy up the bar, stealthily replacing the genuine products on the top with two bottles of counterfeit liquor hidden under his armpits

The girl’s face flushed red and then pale, and to be honest, she is not experienced in matters of romance; at most, she is simple-minded, dreaming that a romantic encounter equates to true love. Little did she expect to stumble right into a pit of filth from the very start, which was utterly humiliating. She slapped him with a force equivalent to 13,000, and as she hurried down the stairs, her sobs could be heard.

The sound was not loud, but 13,000 trembled for a moment. The girl reacted afterward, looking at 13,000 in disbelief, then glancing at the person coming down the stairs.

Thirteen thousand accompanied by a smile: "My stomach hurts, Uncle, you have to understand... Besides, I am back now, aren't I?"

Little did one know that the affairs of the world are often unpredictable; in the next moment, he wailed like a slaughtered pig

Later, it was only when Huo Zihong heard the commotion and came over that Mu Dai finally let go. The unfortunate one, having endured such a situation, still trembled while walking the next day, unable to steady the bowl with his shaking hands.

The owner of the bar is a woman in her forties named Huo Zihong. She has adopted a girl, who is the present Mu Dai. However, the age difference between them is not significant, making it inappropriate for them to refer to each other as mother and daughter. Therefore, Mu Dai has always called Huo Zihong "Aunt Hong".

At that time, I didn't think much of the 13,000; I just told her to let go. As we went back and forth, it became urgent, and I ended up cursing her with words like 'little girl' and 'shameless.' I reached out with my other hand to slap her, but she grabbed my wrist and twisted it, causing me so much pain that tears came out. I then lifted my leg to kick her, but she swiftly kicked both of my knees, and I fell to my knees.

At a little past eleven, with fewer guests, the atmosphere shifted to that of a lounge bar. The enchanting young woman, slightly tipsy from the counterfeit liquor, was half-heartedly led by him up the stairs to the back, and in a daze, she found herself in his embrace. Before she could gather her thoughts, he had already kissed her, and one of his hands had inappropriately slipped inside her clothing.

He bent down and squeezed in from the bar counter shelf, and Uncle Zhang scolded him a couple of times in anger before leaving

Shisan and Uncle Zhang both work as helpers in the bar, differing only in the length of their service. On ordinary days, they refer to Huozihong as the proprietress, while for Mudi, they sometimes call her by her name and other times refer to her as the young proprietress

Thirteen thousand thoughts were exhausted to think of historical martial arts masters related to the number eight: "Is she a descendant of the Eight Great Arhats?"

Moreover, one is also holding a high-stemmed glass filled with expensive wine

The white-haired one also chimed in: "Indeed, once the pants are on, one becomes unrecognizable"

Thirteen thousand wine cups are presented to the young lady: "Fine wine is meant to be gifted to beautiful women"

Footsteps came from the top of the stairs, interspersed with soft coughs, and tears of gratitude filled my eyes: the savior had arrived

Everything was going smoothly. Around 10:00, a student who was on vacation, with a charming demeanor, caught the attention of a girl. He skillfully teased her, making her laugh like a hen wanting to nest. Then he made a bold move by taking a bottle of foreign liquor priced at sixty and generously poured half a glass for her.

The girl did not pay her any mind, slowly making her way up the stairs. The face of the anxious one, who was about to say something, turned pale. Instinctively, she stepped back on the stairs, still forcing a smile: "Little Boss Lady, let's talk... properly. If you call me that, I can't accept it... I really can't accept it."

Uncle Zhang not only felt no sympathy for him, but also took pleasure in his misfortune: "You deserve it! Our little boss lady is not an ordinary person"

The white-haired individual felt deeply humiliated: "Can we engage in such unscrupulous acts? Even if we were to commit fraud, it would be a fraud with a conscience!"

The first time I met her was on the third day of working at the bar. Mu Dai had just returned from a trip, and when Huo Zihong introduced us, Wan Sanxi's heart was filled with joy. At that moment, he began to entertain grand dreams of successfully managing the bar and reaping both wealth and beauty.

With a smile that reveals a hint of mischief, one must understand that the effect of looking at a beauty under the light is the best. He was already quite handsome, and with the added effect of the lighting, how could it be anything less than remarkable

He possesses quite a few painting skills; with just a few strokes, he captures both the form and spirit of the subject. Considering that girls generally prefer artistic young men who can both paint and sing, he decided to leverage his strengths as a breakthrough.

Thus, swift practical actions were taken; whenever there was nothing to do, he would approach Mushi, engaging in small talk and sweet words of concern. Mushi was polite, occasionally responding with a gentle smile, which made Wan San feel hopeful. On an afternoon when the warm breeze intoxicated the visitors, further actions were initiated.

Gathering and dispersing at will, before 11 PM it is a bar, and after 11 PM it transforms into a quiet lounge. The scale is not particularly large, but here, what is being sold is nothing but an ambiance.

What the heck! 13,000 is too much, why has the price gone up? Wasn't it 100 before?

The large earrings, feeling disgruntled, picked up the box and walked out: "This is like burning bridges after crossing them"

Mukai showed genuine interest, and at 13,000, she sat down beside her, explaining the nuances of perspective in painting, discussing the interplay of reality and illusion, and as the conversation progressed, she moved closer. Noticing that Mukai did not seem averse, she took a further step and reached out to cover the back of her hand.

The wine bottle indeed appears to be of high quality, with upgraded packaging. I asked him for confirmation regarding the 13,000: "The ingredients haven't changed, have they? It better not be mixed with that kind of industrial alcohol that can be lethal."

Muzhi grasped his middle finger and twisted it in the opposite direction. At times, human beings can indeed be fragile; a person weighing around 140 to 150 pounds was surprisingly howling in pain from a mere joint manipulation. It was only at this moment that he realized this little boss lady was not simple. Muzhi did not let go; instead, he increased the pressure, wearing a smile that would make his scalp tingle every time he saw it from then on.

She is a girl around twenty-three or twenty-four years old, slender in figure and quite beautiful, with long hair. She wears a loose silver-gray half-sleeve shirt over a white camisole, revealing the fitted lower half of the camisole at the waistline. A pendant made of feathers mixed with leather rings and silver rings hangs at her chest. Below, she has on tight black jeans and brown leather ankle boots. The whole person leans against the armrest at the very bottom, with a smile that is neither fully a smile nor completely serious.

After taking two more steps towards hetushucomcom, the view suddenly brightened. The light above flickered and swayed unpredictably, while various sizes of goblets were arranged on the bar top. As the light refracted, a dazzling array of colors emerged.

Under normal circumstances, a sum of 13,000 would warrant a kick on someone's backside, but at this moment, there is no time for that. He jogs through the dim corridor at the back, ensuring that Uncle Zhang hears him: "Coming, coming"

Thirteen thousand is truly a heartfelt concern for the future

Uncle Zhang did not respond; instead, he extended one hand, bent three fingers, leaving only the thumb and index finger, and made a gesture resembling the number "8"

Uncle Zhang stood awkwardly at the bar, resembling an old male performer from Peking opera who had stumbled into a ballet performance of "The Little Swan," completely out of place. Upon seeing 13,000, he exclaimed: "You little brat, did you just urinate on the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain?"

In modern society, one does not need to win an Olympic martial arts championship. A woman who can rely on her looks to make a living, who silently studies martial arts for eight years without learning piano, oil painting, cooking, or flower arrangement, what is the purpose? Is it specifically to deal with shameless individuals like herself?

It is now around 9 o'clock in the evening, just when the bar begins to get lively. Wan San urged Uncle Zhang to help him temporarily at the bar, as he could not afford to delay any longer. After paying, he stuffed two bottles of liquor into his coat, one under his armpit, and then hurried everyone along: "Let's go, let's go, hurry up."

Thirteen thousand, cautiously and nervously, joked with her: "Little boss lady, please don't misunderstand. I truly have mutual feelings with her. In the vast sea of people, we met by chance, and it was hard to control our emotions, so we let ourselves go a little. Young men and women, opposites attract; I didn't do anything wrong..."

This tactic comes from the experience of predecessors and has proven effective time and again. If she shows aversion, he will remain inactive; if she is also interested, he will take the opportunity to hold her hand

Nonsense! Our young boss's wife has been practicing martial arts for eight years