113 The Disappointing Son
Page (1/3)
Fireworks blazed through the sky, plunging the surroundings into an unparalleled clamor of rising and falling sound. The Spring Festival Gala continued on the television—"Happy New Year"—voices, guitars, and drumbeats interwoven into a single symphony.
Everyone was shouting greetings, embracing one another, exchanging New Year's wishes.
Jiang Zeyu looked at the girl's face and slowly uttered the words, "I like you."
Qu Wan rose to her feet, her first instinct to gaze at the dazzling, resplendent fireworks.
Midnight. A new year had arrived.
The fireworks display lasted over ten minutes before the surroundings gradually quieted; the next round of fireworks would have to wait.
Qu Wan looked at the person beside her and asked, "What were you about to say just now? The fireworks were too loud—I didn't catch it."
The divine sword that had been held in his hand suddenly trembled violently, then wrenched itself free from Qin Mozhou's grip, flying autonomously to hover before him.
Qi Xia had waited in the bathroom for over ten minutes, composing herself before emerging. By then, the game was already over, and only Xu Youfei and Xing Anya remained in the lounge.
Seeing that she had drifted off to sleep, Chen Xifan turned up the air conditioning, and while waiting at a red light, draped an overcoat over her.
Page (1/3)
Page (2/3)
But regrettably, on the other end of the line, there was no voice to be heard—only the howling of wind and the sound of heavy objects tumbling down. Within a matter of seconds, the call abruptly disconnected.
Wang Zuluo sat with his head wrapped, on the second floor of a bar that had been renovated but not yet opened, gazing at the newly appointed security company employees on the street, a faint smile curling at the corner of his lips.
A few days earlier, it had rained, and in the woods, besides wildflowers, she had spotted all sorts of mushrooms—white and red, round little caps, utterly adorable.
Upon learning of Mo Lin's misfortune, the Mo family's Grand Elder led his people down from the mountains without a moment's delay, all for the sole purpose of avenging Mo Lin.
Yan Haijun immediately called Yan Haifei and, in a rapid-fire burst, laid out the family situation to his elder brother in complete detail.
Thus, just like Xia Shihan, Song Bing absorbed the symptoms on their behalf and then sent them all on their way.
Seeing this scene, Xia Shiyou's heart suddenly softened. She gently closed the door, walked over, and crouched down to sit beside her son.
"Ru'er, let's go." Lan Ningzhao cast a contemptuous glance at Lan Ningjue and left with Meng Luoru.
He studied the Imperial Preceptor before him—no more than twenty-seven or twenty-eight, handsome and elegant in bearing. If the Asura King was a celestial deity, then this Preceptor was an immortal. Though he fell short of the Asura King by a wide margin, his ethereal, otherworldly demeanor—like a sage beyond the mundane realm—combined with such youth and the height of his office, already commanded deep admiration.
"Master, you never intended to make things difficult for us from the very start, did you?" Lan Xiruo looked into the boundless void, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
No sooner had the words fallen than the man was blasted away by a surge of immense spiritual power, slamming hard enough to snap a load-bearing pillar in two. His eyes rolled back, and he fell unconscious on the spot.
Page (2/3)
Page (3/3)
Su Xiyue picked up the bowl again. If His Imperial Majesty truly couldn't spare her even during the march, then all she could do was... eat more rice... stock up on energy! As for the swollen areas, a dab of anti-inflammatory ointment later should help.
"Our son is very well-behaved." Si Mobai stepped forward, wanting to embrace her, but Feng Tianlan sidestepped away.
"Abao." Feng Tianlan reached out, gently stroking Abao's tender, chubby round face. The more she looked, the more she adored him; the more she looked, the softer her heart grew.
Xia Yihao's arm slid through her armpit, then moved to encircle her waist, drawing her deep into his chest.
She simply relished this feeling of toying with Liang Xiuqin—watching her cling to life with hope, only to have it shatter into hysterics in an instant. Only this could quell all the hatred from her previous life.
Luo Jiang's emotions were complicated. She looked at Yijing, wanting to ask whether she truly was more than just a figurehead owner of the shop, but she couldn't bring herself to say the words. In the end, she pulled out her phone and sent a message to Zhendong instead.
Yun Feimo looked as though she had spotted a savior, her face brimming with a radiant smile she couldn't possibly conceal. At the same time, she displayed an enthusiasm she had never shown before.
Li Guangrong transferred He Fangfang directly to the military hospital. At this moment, He Fangfang lay in bed, while Li Guangrong, tears streaming down his face, gripped her hand tightly in his.
Page (3/3)