Chapter 31: The Heartless Woman, Qian Lai

"You’ve finally arrived. Was everything smooth?" As the private room door swung open, the refined and gentle Hua Cheng greeted them with a warm smile.

"Hua Professor?" Qian Lai was a bit surprised to see him.

"Don’t call me Hua Professor, just call me Hua Cheng or Brother Cheng," Hua Cheng said, pulling out a chair for her, then doing the same for Hua Rui, making a gentlemanly gesture of invitation.

"Thank you, Mr. Hua."

Qian Lai had never seen anyone treat her sister—

The Song Dynasty sent Prince Langya, Xiao Lingchen, to defend, for the Song’s forces were not strong, but defense was not an issue. Meanwhile, the other members of the Shangguan family rushed toward Meng Qingxue, and outside the door, the family’s guards stormed in, guns in hand.

Although Qi You’s status was indeed extraordinary, she didn’t believe he could make the President of the Skywatching Society meet him in person.

In this regard, he was exceedingly experienced, with theories to match.

Meanwhile, Liu Lidong pondered deeply, and finally decided to call Gong Changju to report what had just happened.

Old Wang let out a heavy sigh. A black mass of flesh squirmed out from between the bones and hurled itself at Jiang Fan. The skeleton collapsed instantly.

After using such a powerful killing move, Qin Xiyue’s face was deathly pale, her breath weak.

Both banks refused to provide loans for the same reason, and the timing was right after terminating contracts with the other four companies. There must be another plot behind this.

The hospital ward was quiet. Lying on the bed, Mu Gongde’s breathing became steady and strong, his complexion gradually regained color. If not for the bed, one could hardly tell he was a patient.

Stepping on this land, Jiang Fan seemed to understand: "The heavens are a round canopy, the earth a chessboard."

"Ah, Old Su, you see, I told you they look like a married couple. Even when arguing, they’re in such perfect accord," Jin Jiulin chuckled.

"I’ll tell the rest," Wei Rouyi interrupted before he could continue his fabrication, leaping onto the arena.

No, Murong Yinzhu felt quite the opposite. Her feelings had become so faint, as if love were something dispensable.

"Where’s your classmate? Didn’t stay long before leaving?" Before I finished, a hasty male colleague cut me off.

"Alright!" Rong Yun reached out and hauled Da Xi Ying up from the ground, saying, "Forgive me," before slowly dragging him toward the cliff.

The memory of being smashed by Zong Yang in front of Destiny Inn was still fresh. Like a startled bird, Wu Yazi decisively abandoned his sword. Yuan Ben mustered his strength to toss the azure greatsword far away, as if prying open a turtle’s hard shell, and with a ferocious grin, lunged at Wu Yazi.

All his life, he believed he had experienced many breathtaking events, and endured countless agonizing trials. No matter which, he could always maintain the calmest composure and walk through them.

He stared in a trance for a while, then suddenly bent down and, through the mask, kissed her slightly parted, irresistibly alluring lips.

"But, mother can promise to love you. And your father? Will he love you as mother does? Will you even have a father?" When Ye Qingcheng was young, she had sworn so confidently, held such innocent thoughts, but now, in this moment and place, it all seemed far less simple.

She buried her pretty face against his neck, frustrated—why on earth had she just kissed him?

Turning the key, she tiptoed into the house, leaving only the corridor light on. Her knitted sweater lay in the entryway; the air was thick with lingering alcohol—sure enough, she’d gone drinking with those American colleagues. She slipped off her shoes, frowned, picked up the sweater, and carefully hung it on the coat rack.

Wei Xiao took a gentle drag from the cigarette, then slowly exhaled, letting the pale blue smoke drift over his face. His expression was distant, lost in thought.

External wounds are checked externally, internal wounds internally; the dead are to be respected, so fire is rarely used, and dissection even less so.