139 Protecting My Wife

Jiang Zeyu had also scheduled a magazine photoshoot, so he headed over early in the morning. After shooting several sets of photos, the photographer was very satisfied, and the director called for a break. Jiang Zeyu was then summoned for an interview. There was a prepared script for the session, which his manager had reviewed before handing it over to him. He had scanned it briefly and, seeing no sensitive topics, proceeded with the interview. Once the questions on the script were exhausted, the reporter asked, "Mr. Jiang, what are your thoughts on Qu Wan trending on social media yesterday?" Jiang Zeyu pursed his lips slightly. Off-camera, his assistant prepared to step in and interrupt the interview, but Jiang Zeyu calmly...

"Yes, Yun Yong." His very birth was intended to overthrow the empire of the Cu Kingdom, Yun Duoduo’s eyes filled with hatred. The landlady still wore a miserable expression; seeing the two return, she slapped the banknotes back onto the bar counter. In truth, the existence of such a place was due to the Hall Master of the Chaoyang Hall. Originally, this Hall Master had been a top-ranking scholar in the Yanlong Empire, but after his family was framed and executed, he slaughtered his enemies with a single sword and ended up in the Sinless City. Taking off his shoes, he lifted the quilt and slipped inside; the scent of her body still lingered in the bedding. Murong Che took a breath—what a tiring day it had been. Xu Xiangxiang said she loved Ye Qingcheng, and Mu Zi’ang promised to take care of her for a lifetime; she had grown fond of Mu Zi’ang. Then, Ye Qingcheng and Mu Zi’ang ended up together. Having finally mustered the courage to take the step to leave, she realized that upon returning this time, she no longer had the courage to walk away. The more he spoke like this, the colder Song Yuntian’s expression became. As someone who managed a massive family, how could he not feel a trace of wariness? "Tan Yao. After all that has been said, I suspect that you have stayed in Weiyang City for too long and have been bought off by them," Fei Ling asked coldly, her gaze sharp. Yet, she knew that in this moment, she was like fish on a cutting board, left only to be slaughtered. Despite being utterly bewildered, watching the live erotic display in the private room, her body began to react. Nevertheless, she faithfully executed Li Rui’s instructions, holding her phone to record the sordid scenes unfolding inside. On the wooden-colored tea table sat several inverted celadon tea cups, a matching melon-ribbed ewer, as well as silver tea grinders, tea boxes, and wash basins. As they spoke, Wang Xuelan’s parents, Wang Dashu and Zhang Guizhi, heard the noise and walked out from the courtyard. Seeing the tricycle and Li Erlong sitting in the driver’s seat, Wang Dashu asked in surprise.

This matter was well known to Liu Fan; dreams are a manifestation of one’s state of mind, so it was clear that Liu Hong felt some degree of guilt deep down. Presumably, by now, Liu Hong knew that King Liu Hui of Bohai and Empress Song were innocent. The Duke believed that the AI was merely a cold, auxiliary tool that exceeded human limits in calculating data, but human senses were wondrously unique and capable of discovering extraordinary details. "Second Young Master, what are you doing! He is a member of my Hundred Ghost Valley!" Niu Gucheng’s expression froze instantly. The man pulled her toward the sofa without a word, lifted her skirt, and without any foreplay, appeared ready to get straight to the point. But just then, Taotao suddenly appeared in Hou Xianpin’s mind, constantly hinting that he should tell Wang Yan everything he knew. The maidservants and matrons chased after them, but upon seeing Wang Wei, they instinctively stopped and called out to the Eldest Young Master. Opening the WeChat of the Jade Pool Fairy, Lin Hai hesitated for a moment before sending a message. Qin Yu got into the car and observed quietly: a new Audi with government plates; Sun Buxi was tall, handsome, and full of confidence and vitality; his younger brother, Sun Buhui, had purple lips and a shy personality—the two really did not look like brothers. However, Luo Jinshi misunderstood. When kindness was treated as malice, Ji Shangnan was usually displeased. But this time was an exception. Luo Jinshi’s despondent state caused an unexplained sense of tension in Ji Shangnan’s heart. Assessing the situation before him, Ye Wumei knew that there was no way he would be able to escape this time.