Volume One, Chapter Ninety-Eight: A Marriage Proposal, with the Han Family as the Hidden Mastermind
He didn’t look at the people sitting in the stands but walked straight toward Jiang Yingli, his eyes lingering on the silver shackles on her wrists. A flash of irritation crossed his gaze, as if he were blaming himself for his own helplessness.
“Who brought you here?”
“Of course, I like to spend money freely and have money to spend~” Yu Ning instantly changed from a face of grievance to one of hearty laughter. The wealthy couldn’t understand—she truly wished she could be like them, unburdened by money.
“He Wanqi, is it? Let’s go, you’ve gotten yourself into trouble; time to go apologize in person.” Li Che had just remembered that the person before him was the one who had rudely insisted on sitting at his table that day, so he spoke with a biting sarcasm.
When news of Madam Wang’s illness reached Si Wan, she was still busy experimenting with new dishes at the restaurant. As soon as she heard, she hurried back to the Jiang estate.
His vision blurred before him. He desperately wanted to assure his mother, “I’m alright,” but at that moment, the words simply wouldn’t come.
“It seems these drills are hardly a challenge for you. Though if you really want to keep training, there are still ways. But with your current level, your strength won’t improve much more. From now on, you must focus on cultivating and strive to reach the Transcendent stage as soon as possible,” Kong Bing advised.
Even knowing in advance that the company couldn’t resolve things for her, Zhou Jinse was unwilling to keep entangling herself with Chu Jun. It was simply too exhausting.
Shi Qingfeng turned and found that he was holding a delicate, smooth, slender hand—long, pale, and soft.
Because, having heard many stories about the sea, he always felt that only by the ocean’s edge would he find what he truly desired.
Including the two designs he personally crafted, Bian Lin had produced a total of eighteen illustrations for the Ling Corporation this time. Each one came from the hands of Bian Lin’s top designers, brimming with exceptional skill and forward-thinking creativity.
Comrade Li Goudan, in his youth, resolved to see the wider world, and so he left the vast mountain ranges to venture into the bustling world beyond.
“You are indeed formidable! To withstand one of my blows within my Wolf Domain of Divine Communion! But let’s see how many more you can take!” Qiu Hen roared, raising his wolf-toothed mace high; it expanded in midair, and with a murderous momentum, it swung straight at Long Xing.
Tronp now deeply regretted it. His scheming had brought him no benefit; instead, he had completely squandered a winning hand.
Although breaches of contract would occur, they were rarely serious. After some negotiation, the offending party would pay the appropriate price and the matter would be settled.
This letter had been sent out from Yingdu; its contents were unlikely to remain confidential, which was why Zhao Xian asked Zhao Yuan whether Xiang Ying had sent any secret messages.
Faced with this last-resort solution, he had even begun to suspect that the emergence of the Eastern Ancestor was orchestrated by fate itself, its purpose to force him into unity with the Dao. It seemed fate could wait no longer and would not allow him to linger in the mortal world.
From the palace of the Grand Tu King, a long howl echoed out from the Songmoon Terrace. After twenty days of closure, the great doors of the Songmoon Terrace finally began to open.
He had never met this Swordmaster before, and, recalling Dongfang Qingyue’s earlier warning, he wasn’t sure whether he ought to step forward and greet him.
During the comprehensive obstacle course, trainees scaled twenty-meter-high barriers without any safety measures.
Li Wanyun gently shook her head, but her expression clearly showed she had feared he wouldn’t come.
Bei An had his back to Shao Wanxi and didn’t see how poor Shao Wanxi’s expression had become. So, their arrangement had been plotted for so many years already?