Chapter 47: Patient Guidance

“What would you like to drink?” Grandmother’s words cut in, as she was helped by the servant through the gallery door.

Siyao grew flustered, sensing the hand behind her loosen its grip, but she steadied herself and moved forward to support her. “It’s nothing. Where is everyone?” she asked.

The old Madam Xing glared at Xing Jue with disappointment, as if blaming him for not living up to her expectations, then patted Siyao’s hand. “Warm…”

“I’m at work, why would I take it off? The hospital wouldn’t allow it anyway.” Gu Yi justified herself as she entered, leaving Shen Xinyi speechless—she didn’t go out all day, yet called it working.

“Haha, what words are these, Your Highness? This old minister merely suggested it; His Majesty is always willing to lead the charge,” Hao Cheng replied.

“As you command!” the others echoed in unison, their figures vanishing suddenly into the sky.

He allocated all his earned experience points to the Free Wanderer technique. For a long time, he hadn’t seriously invested in it, and after all this “mixing,” it was still a pitiful second tier.

Ever since Tu Baobao moved in with her, Xu Yaran had shed her habit of sleeping in. Tu Shanyu’s breakfasts were far more meaningful than lingering in bed.

“Boss, you really don’t need to say it. I know—my father put you up to this. He doesn’t want me to stay here any longer. From this moment, I formally tender my resignation.” Shen Xinyi’s resolve caught the boss off guard.

Below the stage, a roar erupted as everyone looked up toward VIP Room Three. Its design was truly unique: those inside had a clear view of the hall below, but nothing from below could be seen of the interior.

At sunrise the next day, Fan Xueyi awoke from her dreams. Opening her eyes, she saw the God Monarch Zishuo sleeping by her bedside, and instinctively pulled the quilt tighter around her.

“It’s nothing, I’m used to it. I actually like Gu Yi’s temper,” the director said. Gu Yi lifted her head, glanced at the director without a word, poured Mrs. Gu a glass of water, then went to sit down.

Before anyone could speak, the person regulating his breath sensed a gaze upon him. Opening his eyes, he saw Zhang Fan looking at him in puzzlement.

“Pfft, you can fool others with that excuse, but not me. Are you the type who’d sit idle? Just be honest,” Lin Xuan curled his lip, not believing Hu Yifei’s words.

“Let us out,” I said, trembling. Ye Linghan’s expression was as cold as a demon, devoid of warmth. A chill crept into my heart. What was he thinking at this moment? Whose side was he truly on now?

Standing opposite Shen Chi, Lei Ying’s mouth hung open in astonishment, her beautiful eyes wide with shock as she stared at the figure of Shen Chi, who’d been sent flying. Her expression was full of disbelief.

Su Jinghui, though she disliked being picked on, was not one to stir up trouble herself. One less hassle was one less worry, so she simply called everyone to eat and let the matter pass.

After a moment's thought, Lin Xuan realized there was nothing pressing he needed to spend points on, so he cast aside these trivial concerns and focused on practicing his boxing.

She hadn’t considered it before—could she be pregnant after just one time? Was her luck really that good? Yet, wasn’t the Wanyan clan fortunate in the past as well?

Shouldn’t I be calm? Why, when he holds me in his arms, does warmth surge through my heart?

On the other end, Chai Ge’s deep laughter: “Xiao Cheng, thank you for bringing me to where Louis lives. At first, I only suspected Chengcheng wasn’t dead. I never imagined he truly survived.” His laughter echoed in Xiao Cheng’s ears.

All manner of ores lay dazzling before him, some brilliant, some dull. This floor gathered nearly every mid- and low-grade ore. Damn, if a high-level miner came at this moment, wouldn’t it be bliss?