Chapter Ninety-Six: Won’t Let Me Kiss You?

At last, after round after round of screening, the field had thinned to very few contestants.

Among the familiar faces, only Xue Qi, who had worked with her, and Zhao Jingyi remained.

Once again, the filming groups were decided by lottery.

When Gu Wan drew Yu Sheng, her heart lurched.

First of all, she was a veteran, a child star by debut, immensely popular, and one of the strongest favorites to win.

More than that, her acting was truly excellent.

Gu Wan had often cried while watching her perform in the past.

She had never thought she would win the championship herself; she only felt that since they had finally made it to the last episode, if she lost, she at least should not lose too badly.

Acting opposite her, the contrast...

The wedding ceremony is about to begin. Let us greet both sets of parents to the front seats with warm applause and radiant smiles, "the host said, making an elegant inviting gesture.

As expected, it was the tomb in the middle. I am beginning to doubt what Uncle Zheng said. Wasn't Princess Pan from the Southern Qi supposed to be the most dangerous part? Why did Uncle Kong encounter almost no danger over there, only to run into these things here?

Seeing that the people at her table were also growing somewhat dazed, Ye Lingxi said nothing. She simply took out the Fuxi divine zither, placed it across her knees, and lightly plucked the strings with her ten fingers.

Just when he thought his target was about to be taken down by him, those bullets oddly reversed course.

After I left the hospital, my mind was in utter turmoil. If it was really as Gu Zongci said, then it was not impossible that Shen Shilin had fabricated the whole matter merely to sow discord between me and Gu Zongci.

"Since you say so, I'll listen to you. Ah, I had originally meant to attend your wedding, but who could have expected something like this to happen? I've already had my assistant book the tickets, and I'll be returning to Japan tomorrow," Qiao Yu said.

With Mu Ling's current strength, his combat power rivaled that of a one-flower Heavenly King, but only in terms of raw combat power; many of the demon kings' divine abilities were beyond him.

Mingqian's dark eyes suddenly deepened. His lips trembled slightly, and a fire surged up in his heart.

Those words struck Rong Tian's heart in an instant, and his deep, black eyes turned crimson at once.

When she first met Ji Jingwei, it was in the Splendid Garden. He was dining with Shen Shilin and several businessmen, discussing recent matters in the real estate sector. She heard people say that the government would soon intervene in housing, and many businessmen planned to liquidate the residential properties they held.

The Italians were much like the Chinese in their hotel habits: except when it was time to sleep at night, the doors to everyone's rooms were usually left open during the day.

"Third Uncle, the whole project should be basically completed next year. As for the Haoyun Theater, I estimate the renovation will be finished by the end of the year."

He was in his forties, still in the prime of life, and a man of discernment as well. Yet Liu Bei did not see any talent on his information card, so he did not grant him a high position, though due respect was not lacking.

Some people found this suspicious. Why would the Eighth Prince of the Ten Kings' Residence come to the Imperial Garden so properly?

Reports from below said that Shen Zhihong had already been under investigation for three days. During those three days, he refused to plead guilty, insisting that he was innocent and a Communist soldier who could withstand any test.

Mu Yuner was suddenly stirred at the heart by his seemingly simple words. Had this peregrine falcon made such a decision so easily and so recklessly?

The little snake touched Mu Yuner's lips with its forked tongue, meaning it had marked this place too.

Still, she could not help envying Xu Ding. In such bitter cold, he came every day to deliver pastries, the kind one could not even buy outside.

When someone took the initiative to speak to her, Shen Zhiyou immediately sounded the alarm in her head. She nodded, clearly showing that she did not wish to talk much.

Lu Xiujin's father had been transferred to Pengcheng some years earlier. When he first went there, he would often write to her, but Mamma Bai spent her days training and her nights making up for the lessons she had missed during the day.

Perhaps these people were different. In his heart, there was a voice telling him that these children would never betray him.

But the rope was tied very tightly. Seeing Li Su's pained expression and sweat streaming down her face, he felt both heartache and anxiety.