Chapter Fifty: The Struggle for Supremacy in the Martial World

Bai Bing gripped her teacup tightly, the tea rippling as her anger threatened to frighten the waitress bringing their dishes.

“How is it that someone like me, Bai Bing, with status and dignity, is painted by him as a shameless, despicable person? Outrageous!” Her eyes were wide, bloodshot, nostrils flaring as she breathed heavily, resembling a raging bull ready to charge at anyone in sight. And not just any bull—a furious cow.

Wait a minute—why is this scoundrel explaining things this way? What is his aim? Glancing sidelong at Lin Xiaolei, who sat across from Wang Zheng, Bai Bing seemed to grasp something.

Wang Zheng had once said he liked Lin Xiaolei, but Bai Bing had always taken it as a joke. Now, however...

A secret joy sparked in Bai Bing's heart. Well, well! It looks like it’s time for the spoiler to make her entrance. Didn’t you call me shameless? Didn’t you say I’m clingy? Then let me show you something elegant! The expression on Bai Bing’s face shifted from anger to delight, from gloom to brightness.

“He’s right,” Bai Bing smiled at Lin Xiaolei, “There’s really nothing between us. We just ‘live together,’ that’s all. People nowadays are open-minded; living together before marriage is perfectly normal. Don’t misunderstand!” To make her words more convincing, Bai Bing blushed shyly at Wang Zheng, then lowered her head.

Wang Zheng, mid-sip, nearly spat out his tea at Bai Bing’s words. He slowly turned to look at her—her tender, demure look, like a shy bride awaiting her wedding, was so rare that he began to doubt whether this woman was the Bai Bing he knew.

Bai Bing’s sudden transformation caught Wang Zheng completely off guard. He stared blankly at her, utterly overwhelmed by her performance, uncertain what to say.

She kept insisting there was “no misunderstanding,” yet every word seemed to invite one. Living together, open-mindedness, marriage—these sensitive terms, combined with Bai Bing’s flawless acting, elevated a simple matter to new heights! Bai Bing, who had always been at a disadvantage before Wang Zheng, now seemed poised to turn the tables and snatch victory from defeat.

One could only admire her skill at twisting the truth!

What a bloodless blow! The long-lost martial rivalry resumes, two masters clashing once more, stirring up a storm—will rivers of blood flow, will corpses litter the field? The notorious “Rogue Bai” has turned the tide; will she claim the throne? And the so-called “Diamond King” Wang Zheng—can he muster a counterattack? Stay tuned for more live nonsense from “Jinghua Roadside News”...

Lin Xiaolei, who had kept her head lowered out of embarrassment, shuddered slightly at Bai Bing’s words. She didn’t look up, just bit her lip, the blush on her cheeks vanishing without a trace.

“Living together before marriage? What are you implying?” Wang Zheng glared at Bai Bing, demanding, “When did I ever say I wanted to marry you?” Designer clothes couldn’t conceal his anger; he was about to erupt.

“I only said living together before marriage, not that we’re getting married. Why are you so nervous?” Bai Bing replied with a sly smile, her expression like a cunning little fox in the zoo—if she had a tail, it would’ve been perfect.

“You...!” Wang Zheng was so infuriated that he couldn’t speak.

He took a deep breath to calm himself, aware this was Bai Bing’s scheme. If he lost his temper now, he’d fall right into her trap. Wang Zheng didn’t rush to explain things to Lin Xiaolei; instead, he poured himself a cup of tea, took a gentle sip, and closed his eyes to savor its subtle fragrance.

‘Let the world turn upside down—I remain calm. Let her stir up trouble—I stand firm as a mountain. Let her tempt me in every way—I stay unmoved.’

Bai Bing, with her sly smile, noticed Wang Zheng’s sudden quiet. Her own smile faded considerably. Wang Zheng’s deep and inscrutable composure, so relaxed, felt like the calm before the storm—strangely unusual. Given Wang Zheng’s past exploits, Bai Bing dared not be careless; she moved her chair outward, appearing confident but inwardly very cautious.

‘What trick is he up to now? This fake mystic, this lecher!’

When Wang Zheng opened his eyes, his face wore a faint smile, rich with meaning and depth.

“Bai Bing, I doubt your talents stop at these dull word games,” Wang Zheng said with a smile. At that moment, the four dishes and soup he’d ordered were served. He picked up his chopsticks, placed a piece of duck in Lin Xiaolei’s bowl. Bamboo shoot duck stew—a summer dish, good for cooling off and aiding sleep. Wang Zheng then ladled some duck soup for himself, sipping as he said to Bai Bing, “If you have other tricks, bring them all out. I’m ready. Don’t say you never had a chance—I don’t want anyone misunderstanding.”

A few simple words, a few simple gestures, and the scene Bai Bing had painstakingly built was swiftly dismantled. This was “soft overcoming hard, four ounces moving a thousand pounds.” Let him be fierce, the breeze caresses the hills. Let him be wild, the moon shines on the river. The perfect blend of Tai Chi and Nine Yang Manual, showing Wang Zheng’s extraordinary composure and skill.

And at the same time, warning his opponent: You're no match for me!

The words were simple, but from Wang Zheng's mouth, they carried a different weight. Bai Bing’s earlier words were rendered useless, and instead highlighted her own underhandedness. This was mastery. Bai Bing looked at Wang Zheng, at a loss for words.

Internal injury—definitely internal injury!

Suddenly, Bai Bing paused, glanced at Lin Xiaolei across the table, then at Wang Zheng beside her. She picked up her chopsticks, eating quietly, and murmured, “Are we being followed?”

“Haha, your reaction is quite sharp!” Wang Zheng chuckled, not surprised at all, his tone calm and relaxed. “To be precise, we’ve been followed for days. But the main target isn’t you or me—it’s her.”

With that, Wang Zheng pointed his chopsticks at Lin Xiaolei.