Volume One, Chapter 38: I've Heard Much of You, Miss Ji
Ji Shu spent the entire afternoon in the conference room, finally finalizing the details of the Stilton project.
As the workday drew to a close, she took Fang Ye and drove to Yue Garden.
Looking at the candlelit courtyard before her, Zhuang Rou was speechless. Why were they at this courtyard again? Did all these eunuchs share the same peculiar tastes?
This was a tourist sightseeing vehicle, so the passengers on board were primarily travelers from all over.
Lin Qianyu fought desperately to remain conscious, but in the end, she could not control herself; she slumped to the side and collapsed heavily onto the cold floor of the elevator.
On second thought, since they were already on a date, this handsome man surely knew her well in private. It was hardly surprising that he knew exactly who she found disagreeable.
Under the collective gaze of the crowd, Hua Ziyuan revealed her hidden card: a King. Originally, this was a strong card to accompany her first face-up card, but the next card she drew was a nine, meaning her total count came to twenty-seven.
Suddenly, under the moonlight, something behind the tombstone emitted a dismal glint. He walked over and saw a hoe, causing him to frown. Had Zhuang Rou actually come here?
Fu Xiche curled his lips into a smile, his peach-blossom eyes exceptionally striking. One glance was enough to make anyone want to look again.
Qingzhi did not know what the young lady had said to Mother Gong, but in the days that followed, Mother Gong’s attitude toward the girl had changed entirely.
"I know, I already ate last night," Nan Xi said, still not turning around, instead tending to the campfire that was on the verge of dying out.
After the host finished speaking, Jiang Yizhou took Lin Qianyu’s hand and slowly walked onto the stage from behind the scenes.
Therefore, the best approach was to create a different logic to disrupt her train of thought before she could even ask, leading them to "arrive" at a different conclusion and make a different judgment on their own.
With a thunderous roar, the massive bell suspended in the air exploded. A terrifying shockwave swept outward instantly; many of the weaker cultivators who had just arrived were caught off guard, all sustaining significant injuries from the blast.
"Of course, your safety comes first. Even if there is official business, one can always use it to serve personal interests," Xu Yifan said with a straight-faced, mocking smile.
Sheng Chuqi walked aimlessly along the road, wiping away her tears. They fell rapidly, born of deep grievance. Every cell in her body felt miserable, and as the cold late-autumn wind whipped against her, her head began to throb with pain.
Trailing behind Rong Yu, Ji Rong found himself in a dilemma: to stay or to go. For an hour, every second felt like a day, every minute like a month; he suffered both physically and mentally.
His description was quite similar to Dao Mu’s, suggesting that Dao Mu’s fate was that of the "Heavenly Fiend Lone Star"—no one could get close to him without inviting boundless calamity.
Dao Mu could not even sense a hint of impurity in the environment, which was the most terrifying part of all. Even immortals would not dare claim to be entirely free of filth, let alone a mortal city.
Clutching the fabric coupons, food stamps, soap vouchers, and prizes like thermos flasks that had been distributed, the ten men, young and old alike, felt their eyes well up. Choked with emotion, they bowed deeply to Liu Shouren, offering their sincere thanks.
If Shuzhen’s miraculous ability were to be exposed, Lianshan dared not imagine what she would have to face.
A hazy layer of purple light enveloped Lin Ying. Her jade-white skin seemed to gain an extra touch of alluring charm under that soft glow, and combined with her serene, smiling, and breathtakingly beautiful face, one could only imagine the impact it would have on anyone watching.
No one cared who he was anymore; everyone was looking down at the glowing brand on the back of their own hands.