Chapter 1131: Chapter 82: So What’s My Line?

Normally, guests—even VIP members—aren’t enough to invite the young lady of the dojo to appear personally.

Yagyu Junko appeared here for only one reason; she overheard the conversation among the three people.

But she didn’t rush to show herself. First, she couldn’t figure out where these young people came from, and second, she wanted to observe more and see their nature.

The Liusheng Dojo uses a recommended membership system. Virtually all guests need to register their identity information, with only a very few anonymous membership cards given as gifts to special guests whose identities are inconvenient to reveal.

Yet Yan Yu’an suddenly took out three cards, confusing Yagyu Junko.

The three cards came from three different places, and the owners of those cards could no longer be contacted.

Wang Yunxiao and the others are famous within certain circles but little known outside those circles.

And whether through self-positioning or the connections built over the years, Liusheng Dojo has never been able to reach that circle.

However, Yagyu Junko had her own ways; a foreign entity like Liusheng Dojo being able to stand firm in Tianmen for so many years must have its survival skills—it couldn’t just depend on the fresh young girls in the dojo to make a living.

The alcohol content of Fusang sake is not high, but there’s an old saying that wine alone doesn’t intoxicate, people intoxicate themselves.

After three penalty glasses of alcohol, a blush appeared on Yagyu Junko’s face, and her formerly serious demeanor became slightly coquettish and charming.

This natural change in demeanor, if caught off guard, can easily stir one’s heart.

“Are the guests satisfied?”

“Satisfied, satisfied!”

There’s indeed something unique about a big sister in her twenties; every smile and frown radiates charm. It’s different from a young girl eating dumplings and gnawing on tree bark. An older, understanding woman is truly different.

You can’t judge the women of this era with the aesthetic standards of future generations. What kind of meat, eggs, and milk did future people grow up eating, and what kinds of lotions and foundation did they apply?

The shelf life of women nowadays is extremely short. At eleven or twelve, they haven’t matured, indistinguishable from front to back. By seventeen or eighteen they blossom, and most are married. In their twenties, they are fully mature.

Over thirty… they are preparing to become grandmothers.

Yagyu Junko’s eyes were filled with affection, and her tone was playfully teasing.

“If the guest is truly satisfied, why keep secrets so that I don’t even know how to address you? Even just a surname would suffice; surely, you can’t have me keep calling you ‘guest,’ can you?”

“My surname is Li.”

Wang Yunxiao was here to play along today. Since Yan Yu’an wasn’t in a hurry, what was the rush for him? He didn’t have to spend the money; if you want to play, I’ll play with you.

I can play with you all day… though not the whole day, because if I don’t go back to check-in tonight, a certain dog spirit might explode.

“So it’s Young Master Li.”

Yagyu Junko nodded and turned to the two others.

“My surname is Chen.”

Han Bin smoothly replied.

“I can have the surname Yagyu.”

Yan Yu’an, lying on the lady’s lap, casually joked.

“Oh my, so originally you’re family.”

Yagyu Junko covered her mouth and smiled.

“Thank you for your kindness, young master, but I must guard this family business for my grandfather and can’t marry out easily. I see the young master is handsome, of extraordinary temperament, and quite talented—certainly not an ordinary person. My appearance hardly qualifies me to have a son-in-law like you willingly marry in.”

“I’m not looking to marry.”

Yan Yu’an said seriously, “I mean, I can be your father.”

Even with Yagyu Junko’s many years of experience drinking, hearing this couldn’t stop her face from slightly changing.

What nonsense is this about being my father?

Did you come here to perform comedy or what!

However, her expression changed only for a second before she regained composure and smiled, saying, “I didn’t expect my mother to still possess such allure, captivating such a remarkable gentleman. Yet, my mother has retired for many years and is not here. If young master doesn’t mind, I can send someone to invite my mother to perform a dance for you.”

Now, that’s professionalism.

Wang Yunxiao thought to himself, today I’ve truly hit the jackpot.

Yan Yu’an sat up and laughed, “Miss Yagyu Meika’s fame precedes her. It’s said that your father, with long sleeves and skilled in dance, befriended both the black and white worlds and had connections high up. There was even a wandering samurai named Kojiro, who was a childhood friend of your father…”

“That’s not true!”

As Yan Yu’an spoke, Yagyu Junko couldn’t contain herself. Unexpectedly, this handsome young man really knew her mother. When he mentioned Kojiro’s name, Yagyu Junko’s face changed drastically and immediately interrupted.

“The young master must’ve misheard. My mother doesn’t know Kojiro.”

Nothing else matters. You can be my dad and sleep with my mom; that’s fine. But recognizing this person is absolutely unacceptable.

“Oh? How do you know your mother doesn’t know this person?”

“Because I remember the name; someone came asking about him years ago.”

Yagyu Junko said seriously, “Kojiro was a leading figure of the National Salvation Warriors Association. He did indeed come to the dojo to enchant my grandfather and also coveted my mother’s beauty. But my grandfather and mother rejected him verbally, and he left in a huff. Our Yagyu Family has no connections with the National Salvation Warriors Association, nor with this person; we’re eternally hostile!”

Yan Yu’an shook his head, and suddenly switched to Japanese, saying: “I didn’t expect the Yagyu Family to become so cowardly, fed and watered by Ming Country. Now, they would rather flatter the nobles of Ming Country than look at old friends again.”

Han Bin glanced at him and swept the wine bottle off the table, shouting loudly: “Baka yarou! No wonder this wine tastes so bland, it no longer carries the taste of home!”

Wang Yunxiao: “???”

You’re fluent in Japanese, I know. But where did you learn that rolling tongue accent? You said you were out practicing in Yuzhou; I think you’ve gone straight past Guanzhong to Western Pass, haven’t you?

So then… what’s my line?

“Bastard!”

Yagyu Junko stood up, stepped back three times, raised her hand and signaled.

A pure black katana broke through the window and flew into her hand.

“You animals who are worse than pigs and dogs! Once again, you come to deceive and exploit; do you truly believe the sword of the Yagyu Family isn’t sharp?”

Yan Yu’an reached into his bosom and took out a green Hook Jade, placed it on the table, and watched Yagyu Junko with a smile.

Yagyu Junko’s expression turned uncertain as she stared at the Hook Jade for a while, hesitating before speaking: “Are you from the Hattori family? What exactly do you want? We don’t have anything you’re looking for!”

“How do you know what I want?”

Yan Yu’an smiled slightly, then turned to Wang Yunxiao, saying: “Aoki-kun, Miss Yagyu is too excited. I think she has a bit of a thing for you, so it’s your turn to calm her down.”

Huh? Am I Aoki-kun now?

Wang Yunxiao hesitated briefly, then nodded promptly: “Hai!”