he quickly changed the subject. "Speaking of which, how did that person die out of the blue I checked, he did have a congenital illness, but it's too coincidental, right I didn't even make a move and...Normally, Fu Jing rarely goes to the fencing club when he has nothing to do. Someone usually takes care of things for him here.

He mostly spent his time in the arena coaching his juniors.

He just arrived today and heard that a guest requested him to practice together.

"Didn't I say, I'm not practicing with you." Fu Jing took off his jacket and took out his phone to open WeChat.

She didn't reply to him.

"Brother Fu, the people over there said they're from the Huo family, the head of the Huo family in Nancheng, Huo Mingzheng."

Fu Jing's hand paused as he scrolled through his phone, remembering what Ji Lin had told him about Fu Yan's identity. However, he didn't know the other layer of relationship between Huo Mingzheng and Fu Yan.

He turned back, "Okay, I'll change my clothes."

Qin Heng originally wanted to invite Huo Mingzheng out for a drink. Hearing that he came to the fencing club, which was very close to where he was, it only took five minutes by car.

"What's wrong with your hand" He was a doctor, highly sensitive to such things.

Ho Mingzheng changed into his fencing uniform, casually glancing at the back of his hand. In his mind, he saw the woman's alluring, tearful expression, biting her lip in fear, those affectionate eyes begging him.

She probably didn't even know herself, but that look wasn't pitiful at all. It was like a lovestruck cat.

He nonchalantly said, “It was the cat.”

"Well, well, which cat dares to scratch the Young Master of the Huo family" Qin Heng gloated.

"Wild cat."

"Shouldn't you go get a rabies shot right away"

Qin Heng was earnestly reminding him, being scratched by a wild cat wasn't a trivial matter. The young master of the Huo family was precious and revered, he couldn't afford even the slightest mishap.

Who knew Huo Mingzheng, upon hearing this, glanced at him. He was puzzled, but inexplicably felt a shiver down his spine.

Did he say anything wrong

Huo Mingzheng carried his helmet and walked out, "Scratch too much, you'll build up immunity."

Qin Heng: "......"

Fu Jing changed his clothes and came to the fencing hall, with his assistant following him.

As soon as I stepped inside, Fu Jing was still looking at his phone. He teased, "Fu Ge, are you in love"

"Almost there." Fu Jing teased him.

The assistant was astonished, "You finally bloomed!"

Their conversation was not loud nor soft, the venue was spacious and quiet, one could hear it even from afar.

There was a little chime.

Fu Jing was too familiar with the voice. He stopped and looked up the stairs.

The man in the fencing uniform was tall and imposing, his face hidden behind a helmet. Though his features were obscured, an air of innate nobility radiated from him, impossible to ignore.

The man held a long sword, his movements professional, clearly trained. The sound he had made was the crisp ringing of the blade.

"Mr. Huo, this is Fu Jing," the assistant introduced.

Huo Mingzheng, through his helmet, eyes sharp and cold, "I know."

Fu Jing placed his helmet on the left side with his right hand and extended his hand proactively. "Mr. Huo,"

The atmosphere hung heavy for two seconds.

Huo Mingzheng reached out and shook hands.

Qin Heng stood aside, muttering to himself, "This atmosphere is a bit strange..."

......

In the first round, Fu Jing's long sword was directly knocked down by Huo Mingzheng.

"Is this the level of professionalism you possess" Huo Mingzheng's voice was cold.

And Fu Jing was truly surprised that Huo Mingzheng's fencing level was so high, comparable to that of a professional athlete.

He let him win, and Huo Mingzheng saw through it.

He is a worthy opponent to give one's all to.

Fu Jing picked up his sword again, "Sorry."

Qin Heng was not interested in fencing, but that didn't affect his nervous state, especially since the two people on stage were evenly matched, with neither being able to find the other's weakness.

There was a sword, Huo Mingzheng almost attacked Fu Jing, but Fu Jing parried with his sword and barely dodged past. Qin Heng stood up nervously, and then Huo Mingzheng was also almost stabbed, he almost shouted out.bushes had been trimmed this morning, their sharp branches piercing her palm and leaving a burning pain where she gripped the steering wheel.She didn't know how long she had been running, her mind con...