Chapter Thirteen: The Age of Wolves and Tigers

Perhaps he was truly moved by Chen Siyuan.

That night, Liu Xiaoli was unusually proactive.

She even went out of her way to indulge his preferences, initiating complex and challenging positions.

Having trained in dance for so many years, Liu Xiaoli’s body was incredibly supple.

Her flexibility rivaled that of professional contortionists.

Thus, even Chen Siyuan’s most obscure theoretical knowledge could be put into practice!

These were poses only a few rare Russian contortion instructors could master!

Chen Siyuan was overjoyed.

After all, this was a matter of mutual affection.

When both partners worked together to achieve something, the feeling was indescribably exhilarating.

Liu Xiaoli’s level of effort, however, made Chen Siyuan somewhat worried.

“Sis Li, you have rehearsals all day tomorrow,” he reminded her, fully aware of how crucial the performance of “The Death of the New Swan” was to Liu Xiaoli.

It wouldn’t be a joke if she ended up weak on her feet during practice.

Unexpectedly, Liu Xiaoli bit his ear gently.

“I’ve noticed that after being with you, my energy and stamina the next day are even better…”

Her cheeks flushed deeply as she spoke.

Under normal circumstances, she wouldn’t dare utter such words.

Chen Siyuan’s face showed a flicker of surprise.

Could it be that the debuff of being physically drained the next day was a problem exclusive to men?

Since Liu Xiaoli said it, Chen Siyuan didn’t hold back.

Men were always prideful.

It was rare for Liu Xiaoli to shed the traditional restraint of a Chinese woman tonight.

Chen Siyuan went all in!

Thus, the battle was reignited.

How intense was it?

Even Liu Yifei, who slept next door, had to wear headphones to fall asleep!

Chen Siyuan lost track of the time he finally went to bed.

In any case, he overslept the next morning.

Breakfast for Liu Yifei was prepared by Liu Xiaoli.

Liu Xiaoli also accompanied her to school.

“Darling, breakfast is ready. Remember to heat it up when you get up. I’m taking Xixi to school, then heading to the dance troupe. Love you!” the sticky note on the bedside table read when Chen Siyuan awoke.

Glancing out the window, the sun was already high in the sky.

No wonder there’s a saying about rulers neglecting morning court sessions.

“Thirty is like a wolf, forty like a tiger, fifty and you’re just sucking dust from the ground…”

Chen Siyuan murmured.

At that moment, he suddenly felt his body wasn’t strong enough.

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Perhaps due to his rebirth, his physical fitness surpassed even those tall, muscular foreigners.

But last night, Liu Xiaoli proved through actions that it was still insufficient.

If he couldn’t even steady the red flag at home, how could he wave the colorful flags outside?

Feeling the pressure, Chen Siyuan recalled the “old trickster” he met a year ago in Chinatown.

Maybe it was worth a try.

He quickly got up, washed, and then devoured the breakfast Liu Xiaoli left.

Then he floored the gas, heading straight to Chinatown.

Chinatown was a melting pot of all kinds—gangsters, drug dealers, prostitutes, con artists… all walks of life.

Its complexity far exceeded what movies or TV shows depicted.

Due to his special status, Chen Siyuan had dealings with many people there.

The big bosses in both the underworld and legitimate circles were mostly his clients.

Without stopping, Chen Siyuan arrived at a somewhat rundown courtyard.

The person he sought lived here.

He pushed the door open.

It wasn’t locked, creaking on its hinges.

“That old guy has money but still won’t move somewhere better,” Chen Siyuan muttered as he entered.

Inside, an old man in simple clothes lay on a deck chair basking in the sun.

“Old trickster, what time is it? You’re wearing so little—aren’t you afraid of dying from it?” Chen Siyuan said lazily as he sat on a nearby stool.

The old man didn’t open his eyes, rhythmically tapping the armrest with his index finger.

The tune was unmistakably “Dingjun Mountain.”

Chen Siyuan wasn’t in a hurry, simply watching silently.

Only when the song ended did the old man open his eyes and glance at Chen Siyuan.

“You little trickster, take it easy. At your pace, you might end up dead on a woman’s belly someday.”

Chen Siyuan’s heart skipped a beat but his expression remained unchanged.

“Old trickster, stop with the mystical nonsense. That health cultivation technique you mentioned last time—is it something I can still learn?”

The old man scoffed, “You little trickster always say my stuff is nonsense. Now you want to learn it?”

“I’m just bored recently. I want to learn, so just tell me if it’s okay or not,” Chen Siyuan said bluntly, completely losing his usual dignified demeanor as a top lawyer.

“Yeah, you’re bored alright, but that’s not the reason! Fine, since you want to learn, I’ll teach you. Otherwise, in a couple of years, the old man here will be taking you underground!” The old man stood up from the deck chair.

Though frail-looking, he stood tall with no hint of a stoop.

“Watch carefully!”

Suddenly, the old man began to move.

Chen Siyuan observed intently, despite the old man’s casual demeanor.

The old man’s martial art was neither Tai Chi, nor Bajiquan, Wing Chun, or Jeet Kune Do—in fact, it was none that Chen Siyuan recognized.

According to the old man, it was just ordinary health-preserving boxing.

Yet Chen Siyuan was secretly amazed.

Damn, it was too stylish!

If this was just ordinary health boxing, it would leave him impotent for life!

The old trickster truly had some skills.

“Did you memorize it?”

After finishing the routine, the old man asked Chen Siyuan.

“Memorized it,” Chen Siyuan replied, his photographic memory intact.

“Again!”

Without hesitation, the old man performed the routine once more.

Exactly the same as before.

Proving he wasn’t just messing with Chen Siyuan.

“How much do you remember this time?”

Chen Siyuan blinked, thinking of a joke.

“One third forgotten.”

The old man nodded and without another word, performed again.

“How about now?”

“Half forgotten.”

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“And now?”

“Completely forgotten.”

Chen Siyuan continued the joke.

“Alright, as long as you forgot it all, that’s fine. Off you go, and don’t bother me without a reason.”

The old man waved dismissively, lying back down to hum “Dingjun Mountain” again.

“Old trickster, I’m off for now. I’ll come back in a few days.”

“Didn’t I say don’t come if you have no business?”

The old man opened his eyes and looked at Chen Siyuan.

“No business, no visit. But if I have business in a couple days, I’ll be back!”

Chen Siyuan walked out of the courtyard.

The old man smiled, humming the tune with renewed vigor.

Chen Siyuan didn’t linger in Chinatown, hurrying back home.

Once home, he stripped completely naked, then donned a simple outfit like the old man’s and stood in the living room.

Exhaling deeply, Chen Siyuan immediately began to move.

After only a few repetitions, his movements perfectly matched the old man’s.

When finished, a warm sensation immediately spread through his kidneys.