Chapter 12 Discussion
Looking at the silent and acquiescing woman, Zheng Wenjie pretended to be cautious and asked, "Miss, what is your name?"

"Gong Ruomei." Although she didn't want to answer, Gong Ruomei said it anyway. The Gong family still has some power in Qin Province, and the person she was engaged to is also from a local big family in Qin Province, otherwise she would not have left home alone to study.

Zheng Wenjie touched his chin. This surname is rare. He had never met anyone with the surname Gong in his previous life. But he had seen one in the newspaper in this life. Zheng Wenjie realized that this woman knew martial arts. No way, what a coincidence!
"Is the gossip master Gong Haneda who I saw in the newspaper yours?"

Although Gong Ruomei thought Zheng Wenjie was a bit annoying, she still felt a little proud when she heard Zheng Wenjie mention Gong Yutian. She raised her head slightly and said, "My father."

Although it was just a few words in the newspaper, even Qi Yu was full of admiration when talking about the Chinese Martial Arts Association founded by Gong Yutian and Li Cunyi. Needless to say, Zheng Wenjie also understood that Wang Baosen was a leading figure in the martial arts world.

Previously, he was only interested in Gong Ruomei's appearance and temperament, but now that he knew Gong Yutian, the martial arts master, Zheng Wenjie's mentality naturally changed and he began to think about becoming her apprentice.

Zheng Wenjie restrained his expression and said straight, "Miss Gong, I wonder if your father is still accepting disciples?"

"Aren't you going to become Ye Wen's apprentice?"

This policeman would rather go to Foshan, which was occupied by Japan, to become a disciple of Ip Man, but now he abandoned Ip Man when he knew that he was a member of the Gong family. Even if his father retired, the Gong family would still be the Gong family.

Gong Ruomei felt a little happy in her heart, but it didn't show on her face at all.

"That's because the newspapers said that Grandmaster Gong retired and passed the throne to Ip Man. Now that I've met Miss Gong, I naturally want to know if Grandmaster Gong is still accepting disciples. If there's a chance, I certainly won't let it go."

As Gong Ruomei listened, she couldn't help but think of the retirement ceremony, and of Ip Man. She remembered that Ip Man already had a wife and children, and that she herself was engaged, and she couldn't help feeling a little sad.

"My father no longer accepts disciples. If you want to become his disciple, I can write a letter for you to my senior brother Ma San." After saying that, he pursed his lips and looked out the window.

Ma San? I am Li Si. If I cannot learn from the older generation, I have to learn from the more famous ones. Ip Man lived in Hong Kong by recruiting disciples. I went to Foshan in advance to ask about his well-being. Are you afraid that I can't learn Ip Man's skills?

Zheng Wenjie knew there was no hope, so he stopped pretending and pouted: "Ma San? Who is that? I've never heard of him."

Gong Ruomei frowned and looked at Zheng Wenjie: "You know Ip Man, but not Ma San?"

"I know Ip Man because he's fierce and good at fighting! He's famous enough! Ma San? Never heard of him." Needless to say, Ip Man was very famous in his previous life. Zheng Wenjie still remembered clearly the sentence 'I'm going to beat ten of them'.

If Gong Ruomei was just a little annoyed when she saw Zheng Wenjie just now, now she was on the verge of getting angry when she heard her senior brother being insulted.

Zheng Wenjie saw that Gong Ruomei's expression had finally changed significantly. It was no longer expressionless as before. Although she was angry, she looked more like someone who wanted to bully her.

Zheng Wenjie laughed. It was really interesting to bring down a fairy who was not interested in worldly affairs to cook. He could not help but continue to mock her, "Why is your senior brother called Ma San? Ma San is not as famous as Zhang San or Li Si."

Gong Ruomei couldn't help it. She thought that the Gong family was still the same Gong family just now, but now she was slapped in the face and was treated like this by the same person.

"Do you dare to follow me?" Gong Ruomei asked coldly, holding back her anger. Zheng Wenjie crossed his arms and looked at Gong Ruomei with a smirk, "What? Are you really going to attack the police? Come on, I'll take you to jail for a few days."

Following Gong Ruomei back to the compartment they came from, Gong Ruomei glanced at the unconscious attendant on the ground. Seeing Zheng Wenjie close the door, she didn't waste any words and directly took up her position.
Zheng Wenjie looked at the woman who was half a head shorter than him. Even if she didn't transform herself, he would not be afraid at all and even wanted to laugh.

Seeing Gong Ruomei approaching him, Zheng Wenjie did not have time to be surprised as Gong Ruomei decisively started fighting. He instinctively stretched out his right hand to grab his neck. As soon as he stretched out his hand, his wrist was grabbed by a palm and pulled by the force. Before he could react, Gong Ruomei hit him in the chest with an elbow.

Following the force and crashing into the compartment door, Zheng Wenjie rubbed his chest which was numb from the pain but didn't care. Although he didn't transform, his ability to withstand blows was not comparable to that of ordinary people.

Even if Gong Ruomei knew how to use the opponent's force to counter attack, Zheng Wenjie was not afraid of it. Gong Ruomei looked so fragile that if he hit her with one punch, she would cry and beg him not to die.

Looking at Gong Ruomei in front of him who was ready with a cold look on her face, Zheng Wenjie rushed forward with open arms, trying to hug Gong Ruomei and squeeze her violently.

Gong Ruomei raised her knees and slid backwards, leaning against the rear door to avoid the arms. Zheng Wenjie didn't expect Gong Ruomei to react so quickly, but he also took the opportunity to press on Gong Ruomei.

Gong Ruomei had no expression on her face and her eyes were still cold. She took a step forward, raised her knees and pushed against Zheng Wenjie's lower body, and pressed the palms of her hands against Zheng Wenjie's jaw.

Zheng Wenjie felt a sharp pain in his lower body, and then his chin was lifted up by two palms, and he fell straight to the ground. Looking at the half-red face of the flight attendant in front of him, he growled and resisted the urge to transform and suck Gong Ruomei, covering his lower body in pain. Before the transformation, Zheng Wenjie was just a serious man.

"Are you fucking sick? Why don't you hit me anywhere else?" Zheng Wenjie yelled in tears.

Gong Ruomei was cold as ice. She was surprised at Zheng Wenjie's physical fitness, but she could only sigh that Zheng Wenjie could only use brute force and had a strong body but no strength.

"I've already let you go and didn't hit you anymore. If you know what's good for you, take back what you said. My Gong family is not something you can talk about." After saying that, Gong Ruomei pressed down her felt hat, walked past Zheng Wenjie and the flight attendant who were lying on the ground, and tried to return to the carriage.

Seeing a pair of black cloth shoes embroidered with plum blossoms stepping next to his head, Zheng Wenjie reached out quickly without thinking, grabbed both ankles on the left and right and pulled them back violently, then opened his arms to hug Gong Ruomei's waist and pressed his head against Gong Ruomei's chest.

Gong Ruomei had been growing up under the care of her elders, and there were rules for shaking hands with others. Zheng Wenjie's strength was beyond Gong Ruomei's imagination. She jumped into the air, but before she could use her hands, she was tightly tied up. Her head was rubbing against her chest. She tried to support herself with her hands but it was useless. She wanted to reach out and knock down Zheng Wenjie's head, but the head that was pressing against her chest actually started to drill. Her cold face turned red.

"Asshole, pervert, you don't follow the rules. Let me go." Gong Ruomei bit out a few words from between her teeth, supporting herself on the ground with trembling hands.
A dull voice came from my chest: "No, I can't beat you. If I let you go, what if you beat me to death?"

"Let me go, I surrender." Although she was wearing a thick cheongsam, Gong Ruomei could still feel the strange feeling in her chest when the black dog spoke.

“What if you admit defeat and don’t follow martial ethics and even hit me? I can’t let you go, I can’t let you go.” As he spoke, Zheng Wenjie took a deep breath, a faint fragrance wafting in the air.

Gong Ruomei laughed in anger, and after calming down, she couldn't help but sarcastically said, "How dare you say that I don't follow martial ethics? Let me go, and we'll be even."

Zheng Wenjie felt the silky cheongsam and his mind was turning.

(End of this chapter)