Volume 1, Chapter 34: Trouble is Brewing for the Fu Family

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Has the wedding started at this point? Or has it been called off? She is not at the scene, so who is the bride?
With a sharp slap, Jin Shiche’s face was knocked to the side, and a palm print instantly appeared on his fair, handsome cheek.
Mu Jiao truly felt bitter inside; the people in the livestream had told her to run earlier, but she didn’t, and now she could only weep.
After Qi Wei had arranged everything, he enjoyed a sumptuous lunch three days later at noon. After having two glasses of red wine, he took a nap and never woke up again.
Feng Muxing had risen earlier than her and was already sitting at the dining table. Seeing Jing Hua approach, he continued eating on his own, his expression blank, treating her as if she didn't exist.
Who would have thought that when Leng Mochen, filled with fluttering excitement, went to look through these documents, he would see information stating that Jing Hua was already deeply in love with the eldest young master of the Fengmu family?
I looked at the old smoker and tossed out a sentence: "I know what I’m doing." Then I ignored him.
He walked into the ward, dismantled the other two cameras, and re-examined the room before shaking his head at Xu Zhiheng, indicating he had found nothing.
He was stunned and wanted to go up and ask what was going on, but the car wouldn't wait. Once the police officer and Mu Jiao got in, the engine started, leaving behind only a trail of exhaust.
Ningxiang was sleeping soundly. She had caught a cold a few days ago and had been recovering for several days; it was only in these past two days that she had started to feel slightly better.
Yang Han’s words were clearly the standard official rhetoric. Everyone just smiled and brushed it off, with no one saying a word.
It had been more than two years since the falling out with my aunt’s family. I had grown cold toward that so-called "home," so aside from secretly meeting my uncle once to slip him some money, we remained in Zhanjiang, staying at a hotel near the Seaside Park.
"Did you get kicked by me on purpose? Then threaten me into letting you stay?" Ran Kongxia glared at Que Wu and asked.

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Following Zhang Minglang’s words, I fixed my gaze on his face. Time had carved its mark; he used to be a boy with naive eyes and light stubble. Back then, he was radiant and sunny, with a beautiful smile.
If Que Wu’s "I love you" and his current "I like you" were both filled with such deep emotion and happiness.
Her tone seemed incredibly sincere, her eyes blinking in a way that made her feel approachable. But upon closer inspection, one could see an unconscious indifference in her expression, mixed with something more complex.
After entering the room, Xu Minghui sat down on the sofa, and I sat on the sofa diagonally across from him.
"Boom!" In an instant, everyone saw a brilliant screen of light erupting above the Heaven-Slaying Platform, stinging their eyes. When they regained their vision, they saw Baili Changge staggering back several steps, his body pulsating with true energy.
The old spirits remain on the Stone of Three Lives; there is no need to discuss admiring the moon or chanting to the wind. Ashamed that an old friend has come from afar to visit, though this body may change, the essence remains the same.
After school that day, we went to play in the familiar air-raid shelter along our route as usual. On the low wall at the entrance, a trail of dark red liquid extended downward. Some drops had landed on top, while others were smeared; it was already semi-dried.
Ai Qin’s face turned pale with rage, and for a moment, she couldn't react. Mainly, she had never seen such a person or such an investigative method; everything before her was beyond the limits of her imagination.
Once these words were spoken, the hearts of the various young talents skipped a beat. They all became embarrassed, holding their wine glasses, frozen in place. As for whether Luo Yunfei’s attempt to reach the Immortal Realm had failed, perhaps only Nie Tian could tell.
But Feng Jinghong, having cried it out and resolved his internal conflict, was much calmer. His tone no longer carried the disappointment it had at the beginning, appearing much more detached.
The sound of typing on the keyboard rang out in the office—crisp, fluid, and rhythmic, which was very pleasant to the ear.
Wen Lian hadn't made a move against her yet, perhaps because she was waiting for an opportunity, or perhaps she was plotting some way to retaliate. Therefore, she had to act as soon as possible. If she became the wife of the heir to the Duke of Ning, she would have an extra layer of protection even if something were to go wrong.
He had invited Akame and Kurome as well, but the two of them needed to accompany Ophis, build a good relationship with her, secretly monitor and make contact with the Evil Tree, and keep an eye on the movements of other teams. They refused directly, choosing instead to maintain an ambiguous, distant relationship with each team—a task that was quite easy for Akame.

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The next morning, pear blossoms on the trees near the city wall were still dripping with rainwater. The fine drizzle mingled with the morning mist and the gentle, faint dawn light, creating the appearance of an ethereal, unreal illusion. The soldiers who had guarded the city all night without sleep were being replaced, while the new wave of soldiers faced an unknown number of hours of watch.
After all, Taishi Ci was a man of heroic spirit. He could allow himself to follow the General who pacified the Liao—who had rebelled and then surrendered—to shed blood on the battlefield to stabilize the world, but he would never sell his life for treacherous subjects who defied the Imperial family.
Only when he had time would he help promote it; otherwise, he would just leave a comment or two on Weibo.
"Abbot Yuan Yu, as far as I know, the Maoshan sect has also arrived in Zhejiang. For such a major matter, shouldn't we notify them?" As soon as this voice spoke, the place went quiet, and everyone looked over. Yuan Yu’s expression turned slightly unpleasant.
What Ye Tian found gratifying was that, although these two non-existent anti-Japanese armed forces had far less combat power than the Anti-Japanese Salvation Army, they both caused great trouble for the Japanese-puppet joint forces, just as the Salvation Army did.
"I'm glad you're okay!" Master Shen observed Chen Yi carefully for a while, and seeing that Chen Yi didn't seem to be merely putting on a brave front, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Li Mu stood to the side, her mind wandering. Startled by Xizhi, and worrying about where Qiao Luoyu had gone, she felt somewhat dazed.
Platinum fighters don't just fight in underground matches to earn their keep; more often, they also serve as bodyguards.
They had known all along, but why? Why, when there was an opportunity to stop it, were they happy to see it happen?