The arm landed in mid-air. Di Dongsheng clutched his calf and rolled on the ground, whimpering in pain.
Jiang Ziyu's kick was not light; she had kicked him directly in the front of his knee.
The tendon in his front knee felt like it was about to snap. Di Dongsheng hugged his knee, only able to let out whimpers from the pain.
Brave!
Shen Lin watched Jiang Ziyu with admiration.
Over the years, Di Dongsheng had always done as he pleased. Except for the old lady, who could make him restrain himself, no one else paid him any mind.
After a long while, Di Dongsheng, dusty and disheveled, got up from the ground.
"Want to go again?" Jiang Ziyu rotated her wrists.
Once could be a coincidence, but twice was skill. Di Dongsheng's face was completely ruined, and he didn't dare to try a second time.
"Just you wait, all of you wait for me!" He warned everyone, tucked his tail between his legs, and slunk out of the conference room.
Jiang Ziyu sneered, "Overestimating yourself!"
She was a Sanda champion, having studied with world champions abroad. These men, with their imposing stature but weak bodies, were no match for her.
Di Ruihe, standing nearby, was stunned. The day's events had completely changed his perception of Jiang Ziyu. He looked at Di Mingjue, thinking he had found a treasure.
He recalled the moment Jiang Ziyu entered the Di residence; everyone had looked down on her. They had mistaken a precious jade for a common stone.
"Third brother, something to say?"
Di Mingjue's call pulled Di Ruihe back from his thoughts.
"Nothing," he replied.
"If there's nothing, let's adjourn," Di Mingjue said, rubbing his temples.
While Di Dongsheng seemed to have been dealt with, there was still a tough battle ahead.
Jiang Ziyu pushed Shen Lin's wheelchair back to the office.
As soon as the door closed, Di Mingjue, with a cold expression, ordered Jiang Ziyu to stand before him and look him in the eye.
"What do you want to ask?" Jiang Ziyu's attitude was agreeable. She fetched a stool, sat upright before him.
As their eyes met, Di Mingjue's intention to interrogate turned into a gentle inquiry.
"You know martial arts?"
"I know Sanda."
His mind raced as Di Mingjue voiced his guess, "Learned it abroad?"
"Mm," Jiang Ziyu nodded. "It wasn't peaceful abroad, so I learned it for self-defense. Though I never got to use it there, I've used it since returning home."
As she spoke, Jiang Ziyu found it ironic.
When she first arrived abroad, penniless, she had to live in the slums. The residents were mostly unemployed hoodlums who would get drunk every night.
At first, she couldn't sleep for fear, but after living there for a long time, she began to change. Besides working to earn money, she would dedicate time to learning Sanda.
This habit continued until she returned to China. Forget Di Dongsheng; even Di Mingjue's bodyguards couldn't easily defeat her in a spar.
Breaking out of her memories, Jiang Ziyu noticed Di Dongsheng sizing her up. "Don't worry, as long as I'm by your side, no one will be able to touch a single hair on your head."
"Hmph, who needs protection from a woman!" Di Dongsheng's manliness surged.
Men all over the world shared a common trait: they couldn't stand being told they were incapable!
Jiang Ziyu came to her senses and pouted, "I don't know who it was, but if I hadn't appeared in time, their face would have been swollen."
"That was because your hand was quick," Di Mingjue retorted through gritted teeth.
Seeing him restless in his wheelchair, Jiang Ziyu reached out and patted his shoulder. "Alright, stop complaining. I didn't say anything, so why bother?"
"I am strong!" Di Mingjue braced himself on the armrest, excitedly trying to stand up.
His legs lacked strength, and he felt anxious. Seeing Jiang Ziyu smiling there, he reached out and grabbed her.
His body lurched forward uncontrollably, and Jiang Ziyu fell into Di Mingjue's arms, her arms restrained and unable to exert force.
Di Mingjue acted like a child; every move Jiang Ziyu made, he countered with slightly more force to control her.