Wen Ya’s combat prowess had always been the highest in the household. Even Shen Sixing struggled to last ten moves against her.
Shen Sixing specialized in assassinations and firearms, preferring to lurk in the shadows.
Wen Ya, however, had once been known as a walking weapon of mass destruction.
Years ago, she was the woman who could calmly assassinate an enemy leader amidst a hail of bullets, emerging with nothing more than a smudge of dust on her hem and a faint hint of the elements on her face.
Knocked under the sofa by a slap from his wife, Shen Sixing couldn't help but let out a low chuckle.
"Honey, I know you're upset that Xiao Yi got hurt, but there's no need to take it out on me."
Those words struck Wen Ya's psychological defense right on the mark.
She grew even angrier.
Without warning, the woman twisted her body, sending a fierce roundhouse kick sweeping toward his waist.
Shen Sixing was well-versed in the art of being beaten.
He calmly ducked, and the moment the second attack descended, he scooped up the spectating Xiao Yi, completely disregarding any sense of fair play by using his daughter as a human shield.
The whistling roundhouse kick came to a jarring halt less than ten centimeters away.
The sheer force of the wind generated by that absolute speed and power made Xiao Yi’s breath hitch.
She had a premonition: if her mother had actually kicked her, her internal organs would have been pulverized on the spot.
Fueled by the rage of a survivor, Xiao Yi grabbed her father’s messy, seaweed-like hair and yanked hard.
"Dad, you did that on purpose!!"
Shen Sixing’s scalp stung from the pull, but he remained heartlessly cheerful, even boasting with a hint of pride, "Don't worry, Xiao Yi. Your mom is amazing; she can definitely hold back her kick."
Wen Ya’s reaction speed was more perfect than any machine.
She had once been the primary target that every major power and organization sought to recruit.
Back then, to marry Wen Ya, Shen Sixing had negotiated with the old man of his family for a long time. Only by leveraging his family’s influence was he able to help Wen Ya escape those annoying entities and settle into a peaceful life with a wife and child.
Xiao Yi wasn't listening.
In her annoyance, she managed to rip out several strands of his hair.
Wen Ya’s beautiful face was cold. Seeing that he was shameless enough to use their child as a shield, she grabbed him by the ear and dragged him into the bedroom for a beating.
Before being subjected to the domestic violence, Shen Sixing didn't forget to give Xiao Yi a kiss. "Pull lighter next time, kiddo. Your dad’s going bald."
Xiao Yi instinctively looked at the dozen or so hairs in her hand and guiltily brushed them away.
After living together for a long time, one would find that Shen Sixing was the quintessential corporate drone.
He occasionally went on business trips, and when he returned, he would play with them like a child or tease her. He spent his days grumbling about not wanting to work and loved nothing more than sleeping.
How could a simple, ordinary man like her father do anything dangerous?
Xiao Yi felt that having too much of an imagination wasn't always a good thing.
...
At eight in the evening, after carefully taking a bath with her mother's help, Xiao Yi put on her little dinosaur pajamas, pulled the hood over her head, and prepared to kill time with some cartoons.
Shen Wenta was sitting in a chair, flipping through an invitation in his hand. He kept his head slightly lowered, seemingly lost in thought.
Amidst the cheerful background music of the cartoon, a slightly arrogant teenage voice sounded particularly abrupt.
"There's a banquet this weekend. I want you to come with me."
It was a high-and-mighty, commanding tone.
Xiao Yi: ???
Did something just speak?
Seeing that the girl was ignoring him, Shen Wenta suppressed his annoyance and repeated, "You’re coming with me to a banquet this week."
Excuse me?
This time, Shen Yi finally realized he was actually talking to her.
"No way."
She refused instinctively, having absolutely no interest in those kinds of venues. "Don't you have a girlfriend? It's not like you're short on dates. Besides, I'm just a kid; I wouldn't make a good date for you anyway."
Shen Yi knew exactly what those banquets were like. They were nothing more than networking events and business negotiations where the elite pulled strings and helped newcomers break into their circles. Or they were just boring gatherings for wealthy people to mingle.
Regardless of the purpose, Shen Yi had no desire to attend.
But she had underestimated Shen Wenta's persistence.
He pestered her relentlessly, asking over and over why she wouldn't agree, his voice tinged with a mix of confusion and indignation.
It was seriously ruining her cartoons!
Driven to the brink of annoyance by his nagging, Shen Yi decided to fight fire with fire. She raised her voice and asked pointedly, "If I agree to go, will you introduce me to all your wealthy friends?"
She expected him to snap back with insults like "wishful thinking" or "shameless."
Instead, Shen Wenta chuckled softly and countered, "And why wouldn't I?"
