Chapter 141: Taking on a Disciple?

A sharp alarm sounded in An Nan’s mind, and she hurried over to help him up.

The moment she touched him, she was struck by how solid he felt.

Wow, these muscles are really firm. He must work out a lot.

She lowered her head, meeting Gu Zhiyu’s gaze—eyes that seemed to see right through her.

An Nan quickly looked away and pulled him up with some effort. “Ahem, are you okay?”

Gu Zhiyu gave a helpless smile. “It’s nothing serious…”

Except he couldn’t lift his arm.

An Nan felt terribly guilty.

She’d invited him to spar, and ended up dislocating his other arm…

If she’d beaten him fair and square, that would be one thing—injuries are part of sparring, after all.

But that last move—he could have dodged it easily, if not for her dog jumping in and turning it into a two-on-one. That’s how he got hurt.

She shot Fugui a fierce glare.

Stupid dog, you have no sense of honor!

Gu Zhiyu got up on his own, once again kneeling on one knee and bracing himself with one hand—only this time, it was his left.

Then, with a sharp twist—

*Crack.*

An Nan shuddered just hearing it.

Seeing Gu Zhiyu standing there, drenched in sweat, she hurried over with tissues to wipe his brow, trying to sound apologetic. “So, did it go back in?”

Gu Zhiyu: “Yeah.”

An Nan: “I’ll make you bone broth tonight.”

He really needed to recover.

Gu Zhiyu rotated his shoulder as he spoke. “It was just an accident, you don’t need to blame yourself.”

Hearing this, An Nan felt even worse. “I’m really sorry, I hurt you again.”

She called the dog over. “Fugui, come apologize to Uncle Gu! We were just sparring, and you almost bit him.”

Fugui seemed to realize its mistake and lowered its head, carefully nuzzling Gu Zhiyu’s leg.

Gu Zhiyu crouched down, looked into its eyes, and said seriously,

“Little Fugui, don’t blame yourself. You did well. Keep protecting your mom like this in the future.”

He even gave the dog an encouraging pat on the head.

Fugui looked at him with sparkling eyes, wagging its tail happily.

An Nan was touched by his words.

How could someone be this nice?

He got hurt and didn’t blame them—instead, he praised and comforted her dog…

But she still corrected him seriously, “I’m its older sister, not its mom.”

Gu Zhiyu paused mid-pat and looked up at her.

“Then why did you tell it to call me uncle?”

An Nan slapped her forehead.

Oh, right, that’s a generation off!

She crouched down too, telling the dog, “Fugui, this is your big brother.”

She glanced up, meeting Gu Zhiyu’s deep, dark eyes.

Their eyes met, and suddenly An Nan felt her lips grow warm.

She quickly stood up, but for some reason, her vision went black and she nearly stumbled.

Gu Zhiyu caught her just in time.

Their eyes met again, and he curved his lips thoughtfully, suddenly asking, “First kiss?”

An Nan froze, then nodded instinctively, and shot back, “Aren’t you?”

Gu Zhiyu’s Adam’s apple bobbed. “I am.”

The air grew a little charged.

The next moment, An Nan looked at him in disbelief. “But you’re twenty-eight!”

A man his age, with so much wealth, and he’s still a… virgin?

Oh my god!

Gu Zhiyu was silent for a moment, his expression unreadable. “Are you making fun of me?”

An Nan shrank back. “No!”

She quickly straightened up and changed the subject. “You’re really good at martial arts. Did you train specially?”

He’d fought her one-handed and still held his own. If he’d used both hands, and she hadn’t used her spatial abilities, he’d definitely have won.

Gu Zhiyu studied her for a moment before replying, “Yeah, I trained with Old Wu when I was a kid.”

An Nan was surprised. “You mean Senior Wu Qingfeng?”

Gu Zhiyu nodded.

An Nan exclaimed, “No wonder you’re so strong—you’re Master Wu’s disciple.”

Wu Qingfeng was a famous martial artist who’d founded his own unique style. When he was young, he once fought off twenty men to save a bullied girl, made the news, and became a legend.

He’d been challenged countless times in his life, but never lost.

Since Gu Zhiyu had trained under Master Wu, An Nan didn’t feel so bad about losing to him.

She even felt inspired to learn from him.

She’d always thought her fighting skills were among the best.

But after running into someone as tough as Zhu Dazhuang, she realized not all her enemies would be weaker than her.

Her skills were far from invincible—there was still plenty of room to improve.

Hot weapons were just tools. Even if she had them, she needed to strengthen herself to be truly unbeatable.

Just this simple spar with Gu Zhiyu had taught her more than a whole day of training alone.

An Nan gave him a sincere smile. “Gu Zhiyu, would you take me as your disciple?”

“No.”

An Nan was confused. “Why not? I’m pretty talented.”

Gu Zhiyu remained unmoved. “No.”

Seeing her disappointed look, he curved his lips. “No need for formal titles. I’ll just teach you directly.”

An Nan’s eyes lit up. Was it really that easy?

“Really?”

Gu Zhiyu smiled. “Really.”

Once again, An Nan marveled at what a good person President Gu was.

How could someone so simple and kind become the head of the top conglomerate, dominating the business world?

She glanced at his arm, feeling guilty. First his right arm, now his left had been dislocated and reset.

“You just set it yourself—are you sure you’re okay?”

She vaguely remembered something about habitual dislocation—once you’ve had that kind of injury, your joints become unstable and it’s easy to dislocate again.

Gu Zhiyu saw the guilt in her eyes and suddenly reached out, ruffling her hair. “It’s fine.”

An Nan wasn’t used to people touching her head and instinctively pulled back.

Gu Zhiyu withdrew his hand. “From tomorrow, come train with me. I’ll help correct your moves.”

Her style was simple, direct, and ruthless.

Effective, but liable to hurt herself as much as her opponent.

Like that time at the Dragon-Tiger Base, when she charged straight at Fan Xiaoyang’s blade—it had really startled him.

An Nan grinned and clasped her fists. “Alright, Master!”

Gu Zhiyu frowned. “Not Master.”

An Nan: “Alright, Brother Gu!”

That title reminded Gu Zhiyu of the coquettish, lovesick Susu, and his frown deepened.

He said sternly, “Just call me by my name.”

An Nan: …

“Got it, Gu Zhiyu.”

Gu Zhiyu nodded in satisfaction.

That evening, as promised, An Nan made a nourishing bone broth for Gu Zhiyu.

He drank the soup, she ate the meat, and Fugui gnawed on the bones. Everyone got what they wanted.

After dinner, Gu Zhiyu washed the dishes, An Nan said her goodbyes, and took the dog out for a walk.

Downstairs, Susu watched her leave, seized the opportunity, changed into her sexiest nightgown, and headed up to the second floor."