Chapter 45: Your Fiancée

Even a man of steel has moments when he is easily destroyed by another. He had been utterly undone by her. His body betrayed him more than anyone else’s could. No matter how much he tried to feign composure, it was all in vain.

He turned slowly, presenting his back to her. This time, the sleeves of his shirt slipped on effortlessly, as if an unspoken understanding had formed between them.

“Turn around, let me button you up.”

He obeyed her command. Not to mention a mere Xinde Paper Mill; if Lan Bin wanted his family’s entire estate, he’d gladly offer it all. Since the birth of football, there had never been a young talent so extraordinary; since the concept of idol players emerged in the sport, there have been few superstars whose meteoric rise could compare to Xiao Wen’s.

Qin Qianqian lingered at the Gu family’s doorstep for a long time, until the golden sun began to sink, trailing vibrant ribbons across the sky.

After all, Su Chen never indulged them. Over the years, few could make Nidhogg suffer defeat—Su Chen was one of them.

Wang Dong and her friends smiled; they too were eager to discover what truly existed in the so-called Hall of the Evil King.

The two officials staying at the Liu family finally realized that freeloading any longer was excessive. They set off together for the Gu residence, preparing to wrap things up.

Though in Linyang County the Lin family kept a low profile, all the local gentry knew they were not to be trifled with.

While Shiyi’s attack power was far weaker than the Mountain Demon’s, his strength lay in agility.

Salich was innocent—he wasn’t beaten, he was knocked aside. What could he possibly do?

She wasn’t exaggerating; the impression Prince Duan gave her was exactly that. Today, he seemed completely abnormal, as if provoked to madness—ready to snap over the slightest thing.

“Yes, President Chu,” Gu Mengmeng replied, utterly admiring Chu Nan. In truth, when she’d revealed that threatening loss plan moments before, she was anxious, worried it wouldn’t scare the Chu family.

“Now, will you finally tell me what you and Second Sister-in-law were laughing about?” Situ Yicheng drew closer, his expression dangerous.

“How could this be?” Song Anran was taken aback. How could the people of the Marquis’s household behave so improperly? Did they not realize their actions would offend others? Or did they simply not care if they antagonized the Song family?

Now, not only Third Lady Ye, but also Second Lady Sun and Song Anran herself were implicated.

“Let’s go. Time is short; follow Zhuzi immediately!” Zhou Yun shouted, and the three of them promptly followed Zhuzi toward the heart of the island. With a “guide” now, Zhou Yun felt even more confident.

“Don’t worry, I’ll live far longer than you ever will,” Nie Fenghua said, smiling.

“All right, I understand.” Principal Zhuo knew Chu Nan was issuing a strict order, so he hurriedly sent someone to summon the security guards.

When Nie Fenghua spoke, her pace was slow, and she drew closer to Madam Wang step by step.

Monkey Three darted over first, peered at the weasel in the cage, and squeaked a few times. Startled, the weasel scrambled to defend itself, releasing a pungent stench throughout the room.

Outside, Nie Fenghua’s carriage bore no sign of the Nie household. The entire carriage was draped in black cloth, concealing its original appearance.

Upon hearing this, the notorious second-generation scion’s face darkened. Clearly, such prodigal young men were used to others treating them with deference and respect, always giving them face. He was accustomed to saying “no” to others, but no one dared say “no” to him.

Many media outlets had already received the news, and more people were gathering in front of the Tokyo Police Headquarters, waiting for developments.

In their eyes, most of these people came from humble backgrounds and would likely achieve little, perhaps only ending up as gatekeepers for their families.