After having dinner in Yan Mei's office, Yan Mei leaned against Xiao Zihan's broad chest, inhaling his strong male scent. Yan Mei caressed Xiao Zihan's well-defined profile and said, "Big Brother Xiao, tell me about your past, okay?"

Xiao Zihan's face darkened, and he replied, "It's quite grim, better left unsaid."

Seeing his troubled expression, Yan Mei gathered courage and said, "I don't care what color it is; I want to share it. Can I?"

Xiao Zihan's expression grew even more somber. Yan Mei, despite her fear, continued, "Big Brother Xiao, you will have me and Xiaohao in the future. Perhaps you'll have more confidantes. If you can't open up, how can we be happy?"

Xiao Zihan, seeing concern on Yan Mei's delicate face, sighed and said slowly, "Do you know about the underground fighting arena in the black market?"

Yan Mei shook her head, asking, "I've never heard of it. What is it?"

Xiao Zihan replied coldly, "It's the dwelling place of death, the habitat of demons. Most people who go there don't come out alive."

Shocked, Yan Mei covered her mouth and asked, "Is it really that terrifying?"

Xiao Zihan nodded, saying, "Yes, when two people fight, only after one dies can it stop, showing its cruelty."

Yan Mei inquired, "So, what's your connection to this, Big Brother Xiao? You haven't been there, have you?"

Xiao Zihan lightly tapped her forehead and said, "The arena was sealed thirty years ago. I don't know if it still exists. But I'm familiar with it because my father spent twenty years there. He was the king of that arena, the strongest, killing over five hundred fighters, including the previous king, Daxiu. Kaser. My father spent his entire life in the black market fighting circuit. When the arena was sealed, he couldn't accept it. In anger, he returned to Xinhua and lived in isolation on the Mutu Mountain near the Xinhua border."

Upon hearing this, Yan Mei couldn't help but laugh, saying, "It sounds like a novel. What happened next? Did he seduce a village girl down the mountain and give birth to you?"

Xiao Zihan, serious in recounting his past, was irritated by her teasing. He pressed her onto his thigh, spanking her plump buttocks twice, finally stopping her laughter.

Yan Mei complained, looking at him with grievances, "Always spanking, I'm not a child. Look, it's swollen." She lifted her pajamas, revealing her tender buttocks.

Xiao Zihan, realizing he had been too rough, gently massaged Yan Mei's plump buttocks, saying, "It's because of your mischief."

While kneading the soft flesh, Xiao Zihan continued, "The story is not far from what you said. At that time, my father felt he needed an heir to inherit his fighting skills. So, he spent money to bring my mother to the mountain, and I was born. My mother died shortly after giving birth to me, and I don't know the reason. My father never mentioned it. Unfortunately, my mother didn't leave behind a photo."

"I grew up under my father's brutal training. When I didn't perform well, he wouldn't say anything, but his fists, harder than a sledgehammer, would let you know the taste of unbearable pain. I was not yet ten years old, but I was like a machine, devoid of thoughts, only knowing to practice leg strikes desperately. At that time, I couldn't be called human, no different from a beast," Xiao Zihan said, growing increasingly emotional, his pain evident on his face. The hands that were once gently massaging Yan Mei's buttocks turned into steel-like clamps in an instant, causing her to cry out in pain. Fortunately, her scream woke Xiao Zihan from the nightmare.

Xiao Zihan calmed his emotions and said, "You're also someone who has practiced martial arts, and you know the importance of legs in combat. Both in terms of speed and power, legs far surpass arms. Therefore, in the black market, leg techniques are widely used. At my father's level, arms are almost obsolete in combat. Compared to the powerful leg strikes, the strength of the arms is negligible. So, when I was young, my father paid special attention to training the strength of my legs. Later, my father had me fight with tigers and wolves, and I could easily defeat them with powerful leg strikes."

At this point, Yan Mei, somewhat skeptical, said, "Are you not tricking me? Can legs really be trained to be so strong? I don't know about it; I still think that arms and fists are more practical."

Xiao Zihan smiled and said, "This is the fundamental difference between ordinary fighters and those in the black market. When you get there, a single strike might send you to meet Buddha. That's why the black market fighting arena is the most terrifying place."

Pouting her lips, Yan Mei, with a touch of lipstick, said, "You're just bragging. According to you, even a hundred of me wouldn't be a match for your father. Who would believe that? Hmph."

Xiao Zihan smiled indifferently, not answering her, and continued, "In this day and age, lacking education is not acceptable. So, after I grew up, my father 'hired' a teacher for me. After gaining some knowledge, I began to resent killing. I gradually stopped feeling happy about being able to kill fierce animals bare-handed."

Yan Mei said, "You keep trying to fool me, treating me like a child."

Actually, Yan Mei understood in her heart that what Xiao Zihan said, though sounding fantastical, was likely true. She was afraid that if Xiao Zihan continued, it would become more sentimental. So, she used this method to stimulate his brain nerves, allowing him to speak about his pain as calmly as possible.

"My father collected many books on combat, some of which can be considered antiques. For this, my father nearly spent all his money. Do you know about 'qigong'?" Yan Mei shook her head, indicating she didn't know. Xiao Zihan explained, " 'Qigong' is a method of controlling the body's energy through visualization and concentration, bringing oneself closer to nature. It's understandable that you don't know. Although 'qigong' was prevalent before the outbreak of the world war, people later dismissed it, thinking it was just something from novels. So, it gradually declined, and now, very few people know about it. However, 'qigong' does exist, just not as powerful as people think. It can significantly enhance various aspects of a person. I am one of its beneficiaries."

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Seeing excitement in Yan Mei's eyes, Xiao Zihan smiled and said, "I saw this 'qigong' method in an ancient book from my father's collection. I don't know its specific name. In any case, the book said it's challenging to practice, with very few successful practitioners. However, the benefits after success are unimaginable. I practiced it because of these unexpected benefits. But the practice was really difficult. It took me a year to master the first layer, 'Visualizing Qi to Generate Warmth Throughout the Body.' Then, the 'Qi Flows Freely, Condensing in the Dantian' took me two years. Until 'Dantian Qi Formation,' I had already spent five years. There were countless dangers, but I won't go into details. As for the later stages, like 'Extreme Speed' and 'Limitless Elemental Dao,' I didn't practice much."

Yan Mei couldn't help but ask, "So, what are the benefits?"

Xiao Zihan smiled calmly and said, "My personality changed. I am no longer the cruel and cold-blooded Xiao Zihan. Also, my mind has become more agile. In addition, some of my abilities have greatly improved."

Hearing his straightforward words, Yan Mei's face blushed, and she teased, "So, your 'ability' is so strong. It turns out it's the trick of that broken 'qigong.' Quickly hand it over; I want to practice too."

Xiao Zihan laughed, "What's the matter, little enchantress, feeling insufficient yourself?"

Yan Mei raised her pink fist and pounded Xiao Zihan's solid chest a few times, saying, "I didn't expect you to be like this, truly shameless."

Taunting, Xiao Zihan said, "I didn't expect Mei'er to be so charming and cute."

Yan Mei rolled her eyes, her eyes gleaming, and said, "What kind of person did you think Mei'er was?"

After contemplating for a moment, Xiao Zihan said, "I always thought Mei'er was like the seductive temptress I first met."

Hearing this, Yan Mei put her hands on her hips, pretending to be angry, "Alright, unexpectedly calling me a big seductress. Fine, I'll be seductive for you." Saying that, she inserted one delicate hand into her panties, moving in and out of the tender flower core, and exaggeratedly moaned as an accompaniment. The other hand was not idle, vigorously shaping her full jade peaks into various forms. In this way, it truly became as lascivious as one could imagine.

Although Xiao Zihan was eager to ravage Yan Mei wildly, he forcefully suppressed his desire. Yan Mei, disregarding her image and even sacrificing her dignity, had only one purpose—to allow him to calmly talk about his past without it feeling too heavy.

Xiao Zihan pulled Yan Mei into his arms, holding her tightly, and expressed his gratitude, "Enough, Mei'er, enough. I understand all your intentions. You don't have to degrade yourself like this. I will deal with it calmly." Then, he passionately kissed Yan Mei's fragrant lips, lingering for a long time before breaking away. Yan Mei, kissed repeatedly, panted incessantly, trembling, and her crimson lips had swollen.

Seeing the boss of a large hotel willingly stay by the side of a man with neither money nor power, Xiao Zihan couldn't help but sigh. Heaven was fair—it took away his family but gave him perfect love.

The crescent moon ascended slowly, and the moonlight grew intense. At this moment, Xiao Zihan could completely face his past with a calm mindset.

Xiao Zihan said calmly, "Three years ago, I couldn't bear the inhumane life my father imposed on me. I confronted him. At that time, he was already old, while I was in the prime of my life. His skills had declined, but mine had matured. He was no longer my match. After channeling my Qi, my strength and speed surpassed his. He couldn't evade my consecutive leg strikes, and he fell. He never stood up again. It was completely beyond my expectations. Our confrontation was brief. Even if my father couldn't defeat me, it was unlikely that I could defeat him so easily. After all, he had too many experiences facing death directly. He knew how to survive in adversity.

Before he died, he gave me a look I will never forget. It contained love and pride. In that final gaze, he seemed to want to express all the paternal love he owed me. He was content because someone finally managed to defeat him, even though it cost him his precious life. I think that last look of his must have been the brightest in his entire life. Only after losing him did I feel the profound loneliness. After three months of silence, I rebuilt myself, and here I am now."

After Xiao Zihan finished speaking, he felt a sense of relief throughout his body. He continued, "Mei'er, I've shared my past with you without holding back. You should be considerate and willingly disclose your own past."

Yan Mei smiled playfully and teased, "You, this dead guy. I already told you I didn't break any laws. What do you want me to confess?"

Xiao Zihan said seriously, "Confession may bring leniency, resistance will bring severity. You're still trying to argue. Last night, you stole a man, and now there are witnesses and evidence. What do you have to say?"

Yan Mei coquettishly replied, "Who did I steal, and where are the witnesses and evidence? I have no idea."

Xiao Zihan pointed at himself and said, "I'm the witness. As for the evidence..." He gestured towards his "treasure" and added, "It's right here, with your scent still on it."

After some lighthearted banter, Yan Mei shared her own past. It was a familiar tale—her mother was a prostitute, her father a client. They got married one day when they felt they were a good match, and she was born. Later, their marriage fell apart due to accusations of infidelity, and they divorced. Yan Mei, fortunately, could take care of herself by then. With her intelligence and abilities, she climbed to her current position step by step.

Xiao Zihan listened to her story with ease, but he couldn't shake off the melancholy in his heart. The story of a woman with no support reaching the position of a hotel owner carried its share of bitterness.

Gently caressing Yan Mei's cheek, Xiao Zihan expressed sympathy, "I will learn management skills and help you run the hotel."

Yan Mei, resting her head on Xiao Zihan's leg, said, "That's right. You're my husband; you must be the best."

Xiao Zihan laughed, "Of course. There's nothing I can't succeed in. What I, Xiao Zihan, want to do will always be accomplished." His eyes sparkled with determination, evoking admiration from Yan Mei.

Yan Mei, with a tender moan and a hint of spring in her eyes, pulled Xiao Zihan's big hand towards her voluptuous bosom.

Unexpectedly, Yan Mei's passion flared up so quickly. Xiao Zihan asked, "Mei'er, are you sure? Can you handle it?"

Yan Mei eagerly nodded, leading Xiao Zihan's hand to explore her body, eventually settling on her tender buds.

Xiao Zihan couldn't believe how quickly Yan Mei's desire erupted. He said, "Mei'er, you're a real seductress. I need to be careful with you in the future."

Regretfully, Yan Mei wondered why she had indulged in intimacy with Xiao Zihan the previous night. Waking up sore and aching, she didn't want to move and just wished the pain would subside.

In contrast, Xiao Zihan felt refreshed and carefree. He hummed a tune and went to arrange breakfast.

Upon returning, he found Yan Mei still in bed. Gently patting her face, he said, "Mei'er, wake up. I've bought breakfast."

Yan Mei opened her eyes, her usually enchanting gaze now indifferent. Lacking energy, she said, "I'm dying. I can't get up."

Sitting by the bed, Xiao Zihan tenderly embraced Yan Mei, massaging her entire body to relieve her pain. The silky smooth touch under his hands didn't arouse any desire, only a desire to make Yan Mei more comfortable.

Xiao Zihan's hands moved expertly across Yan Mei's body, applying just the right amount of pressure. Yan Mei felt the warmth emanating from Xiao Zihan's hands, alleviating the pain wherever they touched. It was a magical sensation.

Before Yan Mei could ask, Xiao Zihan's voice sounded near her ear, "Don't doubt it. It's the effect of Qi. It will reduce your pain."

Surprised, Yan Mei asked, "Is it really that powerful?"

Xiao Zihan smiled, "Don't expect too much. It will only make you more comfortable, not immediately eliminate the pain."

As Yan Mei closed her eyes to enjoy the warmth, it suddenly disappeared.

Xiao Zihan chuckled, "I haven't practiced for a long time. The flow of Qi is not as smooth as it used to be."

Though the time was short, Yan Mei felt considerably better. She exclaimed, "Xiao Big Brother, this Qi technique is truly amazing. I must learn it no matter what."

Xiao Zihan shook his head solemnly, "It's not that I don't want to teach you, but practicing this technique is indeed dangerous. The book says only those with the 'Heavenly Yang Body' can master it. I don't know what the 'Heavenly Yang Body' is, but I almost died a few times due to the 'Inner Qi Outburst.'"

Seeing how serious Xiao Zihan was, Yan Mei knew he wasn't lying. She said, "Alright, alright. I don't really want to learn this stuff. Just thinking about those years of constant headaches with the 'Remote Thought' makes my head ache."

Hearing Yan Mei's confident tone, Xiao Zihan knew she had improved. He said, "Feeling better? Then come down and have something to eat."

At his words, Yan Mei, with a coquettish expression, opened her arms like a playful girl and said, "I want a hug."

Xiao Zihan widened his eyes, then shook his head, lifting Yan Mei's naked body into his arms. He squeezed her plump buttocks, satisfied to hear Yan Mei's sweet cry. He said, "I really suspect you're deceiving me. From the moment I first saw you until now, you haven't shown the demeanor of a big hotel CEO. Tell me, are you playing tricks on me?"

Yan Mei chuckled and said, "As a big CEO, I'm also a little woman. Little women need a man's care. So, as a little woman, I have to be as charming and adorable as possible. After all, those strong women only end up being jealous of others and never truly receive love, right?" As she spoke, she rubbed her cheek against Xiao Zihan's chest.

Xiao Zihan felt helpless dealing with Yan Mei. With softness in his embrace and fullness in his hands, his 'brother' had long been on the verge of losing control. Although Yan Mei clearly knew how tempting she was, she intentionally flaunted her bare chest in his embrace, teasing him. She had calculated that he couldn't do anything to her right now, so this was her way of revenge. Revenge for his wild bullying the previous night, to the extent that she couldn't get out of bed today, making a spectacle of herself.

Ah, such is the nature of a seductive woman.