Chapter 42

Shoutou fidgeted for a long while before saying, "I secretly mixed Thousand-Leaf tea with Cloud-Mist tea and brewed them with a few jasmine blossoms. It tastes magnificent." He couldn't find the right words to describe it, so he just kept insisting it was delicious.

"You really think they are that powerful? They aren't. As long as you tell the police the truth, they will be responsible for your safety," Yingzi said, her expression darkening as she spoke.

Following Mother Zhang into the inner hall, Xiao Lingxiao scanned the room and found that the faces of the people sitting there were somewhat unfamiliar.

Xiao Huanxue felt both heartache and helplessness. She could clearly feel the pain in Xiao Huanyu's heart, but she didn't know how to comfort her. The reality was just so cruel; if Xiao Huanyu hadn't naively trusted that wretched Qi Huile, she wouldn't have ended up in this predicament today.

"Since you trust me, I must make you feel that I am worthy of that trust," Liuxing said with a smile. Liuxing had just learned a new trick: using bloodshed to win over his harem.

Time ticked by. Chu Yun was still gritting her teeth, holding on. Her clothes were soaked with sweat, and the veins on her body were bulging. Yuan Ji’s eyes lit up, followed by a wicked, charming smile. She turned and walked away; the outcome was already determined, and there was no need for her to keep watching.

"Nothing left to say? If you’re done, please leave. Don't come looking for me again. We are finished," Chu Ye said coldly.

The moment Zhang Yifei finished speaking, four men exuding a chilling aura appeared at the door, staring gloomily at Li Qian.

The next morning, the villa was thrown into another uproar. The flower-thief had struck again, and this time, his target was the First Madam.

Du Xinhua lowered her head in thought. Hearing the constant painful wails from inside the room and seeing no other choice, she had to let Nangong Min'er go in first to handle the emergency.

Don't let his gloomy demeanor fool you; his relationship with his father was actually quite good, even though his old man loved to whip people. His father firmly believed in the adage that "the rod produces a dutiful son." His favorite thing to say was: "Beating the kid on a rainy day—might as well, since I’ve nothing better to do." This made Tu Bo quite frustrated.

The gap in national recognition between the two was obvious. Cai Sutian relied solely on his fan base, whereas Han Shi was known even by those who didn't follow celebrities, engage in fan culture, or were of an older generation.

The Crimson Crystal Rice was named "Red Wolf," and a divine light descended upon it along with the name.

With a loud roar, Zhao Qingyun whistled through the air, leaping from the carriage and lunging toward the disheveled Du Renxin.

The Wang family, whom he secretly supported, had been operating here for decades, but in the end, they had only managed to make a meager breakthrough.

After Fan Mu finished speaking, Liu Hongfu remained silent. His eyes turned red, and tears rolled down his face involuntarily. His clenched fists betrayed the unwillingness in his heart.

Wang Ping'an really didn't know about this matter. He was either working at the construction site or picking herbs on the mountain, leaving early and returning late every day.

Sounds of Lin Lifang struggling and cursing drifted from the corridor. The nanny quickly closed the ward door, and it became quiet again.

Lin Lifang ruthlessly brushed Wang Ping'an's hand away and shifted to the side, moving further away from him.

Flying Fish Driving School wasn't particularly old, having been established in 2000, but it held a good reputation in Zhujiang City. Although it was a second-tier school, its facilities were very complete, including a sealed cement practice track and simulated test conditions.

Only Huo Mian's parents-in-law were at Nanshan Castle. Lu Yan felt there was no point in going back, so she had no intention of returning at all.

Watching this heartwarming scene, the frustration in Jiang Zhixuan's heart instantly dissipated. A smile appeared on his face, and he suddenly let out a great shout: "Charge..." Ignoring the dignity of a court official, he lifted his robes and rushed forward.

The crying sound was so abrupt in the forest that it startled a large flock of birds, which burst into the night sky, chirping and screeching.

Passing through the barren woods, a tombstone appeared before them. The name "Gelo" was carved on it in bold, flowing calligraphy, marking it as Gelo’s grave.

The principle that "wealth does not last three generations" applies not only to commoners but to the royal family as well. People are, after all, only human, not immortals capable of eternal protection.

The evil souls flew all the way to the fifth floor of the Inheritance Tower and stopped where the tower had originally stood. The souls formed a circle and kept spinning at the site of the inheritance, and slowly... the evil souls simply vanished.

"My young master is still sleeping off a hangover. Before he went to bed yesterday, he instructed me to tell Young Master Mo to have a 'safe journey,'" Tian Xin said.

Then, to create the illusion that Huo Mian no longer held a place in his heart, he began acting as he had many years ago.

"Old Niu, you—" Twenty-One Strings hadn't expected him to raise the price. He turned back abruptly. This guy, hadn't he been against buying this token at a high price just a moment ago? Why was he bidding even more ruthlessly than him now?

Qin Zheng successfully struck the acupoint on the "thief's" leg. The thief stumbled and fell to the ground. Before he could struggle to stand up, he was hit by a piece of silver in his "laughing" acupoint. Immediately, he began to spasm on the ground, laughing loudly and uncontrollably.

"I saw her yesterday; she has a healthy complexion and is in good spirits. Pregnancy is only a matter of time. Don't meddle in it," Master Fang instructed simply.

He Jiaxian thought to herself that she must have been sleeping too soundly last night to hear a single sound, as Meng Li and the others had already come in to help her dress.

After the lesson learned from that reporter, everyone knew that Xu Qian was not to be trifled with. He had a sharp tongue and was a master of grandstanding—and most importantly, he had the substance to back it up.