Chapter 25

He was just plotting how to discipline those people for daring to express their love to Ye Huang—did they think he, her husband, was merely a decorative ornament? He never expected that Ye Huang would bring it up herself.

Ye Shulei, still hanging from a wire high above the stage, heard this earth-shattering confession from some hidden loudspeaker and nearly plummeted headfirst to the ground.

Before he had taken many steps, a smile broke across Huo Cheng’s face. Who else could that middle-aged man rushing toward him be but his father, Huo Jidong?

They were currently extorting ten million from Guo Yixuan; if they were caught by Fu Shaoquan’s men, they would surely be skinned alive.

Perhaps Feng Mosuo was too exhausted, for she had fallen asleep in Ou Haofei’s arms. Ou Haofei knew she was asleep, yet he did nothing; he simply held that posture, cradling her in his arms to savor the feeling of truly possessing her.

The melody was beautiful, but how was a man as vibrant and sunny as Ouyang Feng to perform such excessively soft and delicate music?

Luo Anning gritted her teeth, trying to struggle, when she felt a chill against her temple, followed by the pressure of a heavy object pressed firmly against her forehead.

"Of course not, Yunxuan, you’re overthinking it again. I’m going upstairs to change; this outfit is a bit too thin." As she said this, Lan Li couldn't help but recall the way Cheng Lie had looked at her, and a surge of grief and bitterness welled up, leaving her feeling deeply distressed.

Feng Mosuo’s phone had been turned off all day; to avoid any issues at critical moments, she had kept her personal device powered down. But the moment she turned it on, she was flooded with text messages and missed calls. Opening them one by one, she discovered they were all from Lü Xuyang.

"Who says I’m single? Plenty of people pursue me; it’s just that I’ve seen so much that I’m dazzled," Lin Ruohua said, tapping Lan Li’s head lightly with the script. Daring to talk back to her? She must be tired of living.

In my memory, those two arrows were shot quite off-target. I assumed they wouldn't hit anyone, so I didn't pay them any mind.

I am no great hero. I feel fear, but I will press forward in spite of it, because I am a man.

Everyone fell silent. This concerned the most profound secret of the imperial house, and everyone was required to keep it, or else... the consequences would be unimaginable.

He had no idea what kind of gossip his daily visits to eat and pester Sister Wang had ignited.

She truly didn't know what the point of anything was anymore, or why she was even alive.

Ku Ye wanted to object, but Brother Ying had already spoken: "Do as she says, otherwise who knows what kind of trouble she’ll stir up next!" Brother Ying understood Wu Ling’er best; once she made a decision, no one could stop her.

Liu Mingyan’s face had been slapped in public; her brows drooped and her mouth curled in a stubborn, sulky pout, appearing as if she were trying hard to suppress tears. The young ladies sitting nearby, however, all wore faint, indiscernible smiles. It seemed Liu Mingyan’s interpersonal relationships within the Liu estate were not particularly good.

"Has Mother been feeling better today?" he asked with concern, lingering in the warmth of Feng’s embrace.

"The greatest characteristic of the Ten Directions Immortal Execution Formation is that all ten eyes must be attacked simultaneously. If even one is missed, the defensive power of the others increases tenfold," Ku Ye said with a furrowed brow, looking troubled.

Some situations cannot be understood by a mere glance; surely they, having been here so long, had a clearer grasp of it than she did.

Before he could even pull up his pants, he raised his hand high and delivered several stinging slaps to that colorful face.

"I want them, I want them! Who said I didn't? Since your mother gave them to me, I’m certainly taking them," Aunt Su said, immediately shielding the items behind her.

She didn't even want to accompany him to the Yujing Villa in Shenzhen, let alone follow him to the Maldives.

I still remember the situation back then: that girl living in the West Wing, unable to find Prince Jing, had run straight to He Shideng to demand answers.

"Second Girl, I am your Third Uncle. Isn't this a bit improper?" Old Man Su narrowed his eyes, a flicker of displeasure crossing his face.

He compared the contents of the two documents, and once he was satisfied, he held them over the candle flame until they burned to ash, leaving no trace behind.

Following a dirt path behind the mountain, we found the so-called Immortal’s Cave. It was located in a pit over ten meters deep, filled with stagnant water.

Chen Fan, who had been standing by the door like a page, gently closed it once the three of them had stepped into the principal’s office.

Walking blindly is undoubtedly a thankless task; finding intelligence reasonably, tracking clues from the very beginning, and following the trail to its source—that is the correct strategy for the game.

Eleven wiped the blood from Karina’s face with his sleeve, tidied her hair, and then bowed slowly.

Just as Pei Jide and Yu Dongxue were observing the internal structure of the dual-quality engine, Chen Mei’s voice call interrupted their conversation.

But he didn't lack this suit of armor; the most important thing now was to take the fatty and evacuate immediately.

Excluding a few extremely rare beast pets, in terms of attributes alone, dragon-type pets are definitely the most expensive of all.

Lin Ye hadn't expected that just after receiving the system’s report, these bugs would already be causing trouble. As expected, these annoying things should be dealt with first.

In the center of the field, the boy in the red vest appeared to have been knocked down, struggling to climb back up from the ground.

After all, he should have been left in a state of ruin four years ago, after that eleven-year-old "Charm Blade" pierced his right eye, forcing him to go into seclusion in the back mountains, dead or alive. Now, this identity as the "Cult Leader" had become useless; losing it didn't matter.

His expression shifted; he hadn't expected the child before him to be so attentive and kind. What a pity—if she didn't have this habit of meddling in other people's business, he might have been able to have a proper conversation with her.