She held Wushuang’s hand, and they exchanged a smile, understanding everything without words.
"You don’t have to thank . I asked Mr. Rong to help . We should consider this mutual assistance. However, my actions have hurt you a lot, and for that, I feel really guilty," Wushuang said apologetically.
Lin Xinlan waved her hand dismissively and said, "It’s okay. I know there’s nothing between you two. I can understand you. If it were , I might have done the sa."
Yes, if she could protect the person she loved, she would probably also choose to enter a contractual marriage with soone else.
So things can only be understood by putting oneself in another’s position.
Wushuang knew she really no longer minded about this matter and smiled happily:
"Miss Lin, you are quite an extraordinary woman. No wonder Mr. Rong loves you so much. I wish you both a long, happy marriage and everlasting unity."
"Thank you," Lin Xinlan replied with an embarrassed smile.
"If you don’t mind, we can address each other by our first nas. Calling each other ’Miss’ is too formal."
"Sure, you can call Wushuang."
"Then you can call Xinlan."
By addressing each other by their first nas, the two won instantly grew closer.
They laughed, constantly complinting each other’s virtues, completely ignoring Rong Shaoze.
"Ahem... Whatever you two want to say, you can wait until I’m off to practice. Let’s eat breakfast first," Rong Shaoze interjected with a smile, speaking gently.
Wushuang laughed, "Right, let’s have breakfast first. Mr. Rong has to go jogging at eight o’clock, and it’s almost ti."
With that said, she imdiately instructed the servants to serve the al.
The breakfast was exquisite, consisting entirely of Chinese snacks with no hint of Western food.
After they were full, they went to the backyard training grounds to watch Rong Shaoze exercise.
Wushuang’s backyard was enormous, about the size of four or five soccer fields.
After moving his limbs for a while, Rong Shaoze strapped sandbags to his legs and arms, even hanging two around his neck.
Lin Xinlan curiously asked, "How heavy are these sandbags?"
Wushuang replied, "Each sandbag is ten pounds."
Lin Xinlan quickly counted them, and there were six in total, totaling sixty pounds!
Once Rong Shaoze was ready, he began running around the track.
Seeing how effortlessly he ran, Lin Xinlan thought to herself how strong he must be.
"How many laps does he have to run like this?"
Wushuang smiled slightly, "He runs for an hour, which translates to about twenty-five laps."
Lin Xinlan silently cheered for Rong Shaoze.
Twenty-five laps, and each lap is around four hundred ters.
Twenty-five laps an ten thousand ters...
He carries a sixty-kilogram load and runs ten thousand ters in an hour!
That ans over one hundred sixty ters per minute.
Perhaps it’s manageable at the start, but as he gets more fatigued, running over a hundred ters a minute becos much harder.
Not to ntion he has an extra sixty pounds on him.
"Can he handle it? Isn’t the ti a bit too short?" Lin Xinlan asked worriedly.
Wushuang knew she was concerned about Rong Shaoze and smiled warmly.
"This speed might be fast for an average person, but for Rong Shaoze, it’s not a problem."
"The purpose of having him run isn’t to exhaust him. It’s to train his body and build stamina."
"Also, it’s to speed up his blood circulation, and then imdiately soak in a half-hour dicinal bath, allowing the herbal solution to penetrate quickly into his body. This helps him master martial arts faster."
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