Volume 1, Chapter 44: Treating Her Differently

Zhu Yong felt as if he had become an exhibit in a zoo, with one spectator gaze after another fixed upon him, making his face burn with shame.

He had no idea at all that the fragrance formula had been stolen by Zhu Ting.

As the second-largest shareholder of the company, having his own daughter pull off such a stunt that harmed the company's interests made him wish he could dig a hole and crawl right into it.

"J-Just, let her..." Let her be suspended for half a month.

Yet in Nian Gao's eyes, Tang Gao appeared utterly dazzling, and he found it impossible to tear his gaze away from her.

Seeing his expression, Li Huan chuckled, took the long saber from his hand, and twirled it into a blur of bronze light, continuing to carve a path ahead like a steamroller.

From behind the cabinet displaying the shirts and dresses came the sound of miserable weeping. The person crying seemed very young, the voice tender and tinged with childish innocence.

Liu Weixi had always been the guiding force. Although his natural talent fell short of Ye Feng's and his eccentricity lagged behind Zhang Tian's, he possessed a wealth of experience in leading a team.

It was time to get down to business, so Lu Banqiang recounted everything he had seen and heard after being "kidnapped" back to Jinzheng Hall by Fierce Brother.

In the distance came a rustling crunch, the sound of someone stepping on a carpet of fallen branches and pebbles as they approached.

Even the clothes in the discounted section cost thousands apiece. Given Ye Chen's family background, how could he possibly afford them? This was all to ensure Ye Chen wouldn't lose face.

When he noticed the pair of hands resting on the back of his own, trembling with fear, the tension that had gripped his body all this time gradually, bit by bit, began to ease.

Lu Yao watched the elevator doors close, tilting her head up to track the changing red numbers on the display, her heart feeling as though it were rising right along with the elevator, floor by floor.

This was a family portrait. That year, they had just purchased this apartment in S City, and the whole family had taken such a picture while working together to paint the walls, looking thoroughly disheveled and covered in paint.

The dark bronze demonic bell collided with the purple tripod, scattering divine radiance in all directions. A clanging roar echoed out, and as the bell tolled, a fire lotus burst forth between heaven and earth, painting the sky like a sea of flames.

The sleeve sword spiraled downward, plunging straight into the sword runes. Instantly, tens of thousands of rays of light shot outward, forming a barrier that completely trapped the humanoid creature, preventing it from breaking free no matter how immense its brute strength was.

All three of them let out subtle grunts before nodding in agreement, saying nothing further. It seemed that Ma Liang, the scarred-faced man, commanded considerable weight.

Such a method could not only attract people to join the Featherization Sect and achieve the goal of self-promotion, but also generate revenue. Naturally, the upper echelon of the Featherization Sect could not give up on it.

Sun Chengyun seemed extremely confident in having those thirty cultivators perform tasks here, yet there was no telling if he had a backup plan. If other cultivators bearing Sun Chengyun's orders were to arrive, Xu Qi would have to distinguish and deal with them accordingly.

"Very well, stop acting here. Recently, no one knows what your uncle is busy with; the Old Patriarch wishes to summon him back to discuss matters concerning the next expedition, but unfortunately he cannot be reached. If you possess a secret method to contact him, you simply need to relay a single message to him." The old man's tone softened slightly.

Zhu Lingling's expression grew increasingly gloomy, as though she had reached the precipice of a desperate struggle. Yet she said nothing, only staring fixedly at the remaining half of the grass blade, her eyes filled with yearning as countless thoughts flashed through her mind.

Although the information gained was limited, having something was better than nothing. His injuries were not suffered in vain, nor was he entirely without gains; at least his understanding of Yan Yuluo had deepened. Information obtained from others and circulating rumors could never compare to acquiring certain facts firsthand through one's own efforts.

Suddenly, their gazes locked onto a single spot, the anxiety on their faces vanishing in an instant like rain clearing up, replaced by expressions of pure joy.

Although Xiao Tianhe was a total butcher on the battlefield, he was exceedingly gentle toward the servants in his estate. He had never flown into such an unbridled rage that completely disregarded his dignity, nor had he ever spewed such uninhibited profanities. It was evident that he had been driven completely out of his mind by someone at this moment.