Volume One, Chapter 58: Ye Shuhua

Because Lin Xinying said, "I want some too," Yan Ye unfortunately ended up tonight as the fully automated shrimp-peeling robot for the mother and son.

At this moment, the soldier sat on his own terrace, holding a cup, with several bottles of liquor nearby.

Pang Dou was in a foul mood. Having followed his master since childhood and been taught martial arts by him, the years of companionship had transformed their bond into something far closer than that between master and spirit beast; it resembled the relationship between family.

Looking at Wang Chunmei, she hung her head, appearing pitiful, which inexplicably stirred a sense of aversion within him. As He Wei had said, five years of studying together made it hard to hate someone forever, but Wang Chunmei’s repeated mistakes made it impossible to foster forgiveness.

During the busy lunch hour, the dishes arrived slowly. Weiliang Middle School was already hungry, focusing intently on eating.

Xiang Xiaoyue sighed repeatedly. Though their strength had been proven long ago, the passage of time revealed they were far more formidable than imagined.

Suddenly, Xiang Linli’s slap landed heavily on her own face, causing her to cry out in pain.

“Sleep here for a while. Your grandfather will take you to school later,” Yan Ye said, placing his son on the bed he would sleep in that night.

“I am Ji Fan’s pilot. Let Yan Ye come out and meet me!” The pilot had refused to land during the explosion, fearing for both Ji Fan’s and his own safety. After Ji Fan jumped out himself, the pilot flew the helicopter away.

His relationship with Jin Xi had been confirmed and even mellowed; he was exceptionally pleased.

Soon, Wan Baoer stood before a thatched cottage. Seeing its dilapidated state, she hesitated.

The man in white moved gracefully, slowly turning around to glance at Wan Baoer with casual interest. He picked up the wine jug on the table, where two cups had already been set, poured the wine, and gestured politely to invite her.

Having spoken, she wished not to continue. One wave of trouble followed another, truly draining her spirit. Besides, Yi Pin had yet to confess; right now, these messy matters were the least urgent.

The funeral service was presided over by the president of the hospital’s charity board, his expression solemn as guests arrived one after another.

Bei Chen Yanran spoke again, her gaze fixed intently on her, missing no slightest expression on her face.

Unexpectedly, the old woman’s expression shifted rapidly. She put down a bowl of soup and picked up another, which seemed less dark than the first, though what difference did it make?

“Heh, that’s quite a difference. Brother Dongjian, you can say whatever you want, but I can’t afford a single mistake,” Park Tianxiu chuckled.

P.S.: This part of the game segment is not filler from the governor; it’s useful. The next chapters will cover the baseball charity match and the grand party to thwart Shenzhou.

Yu Wei couldn’t endure Lin Yuqing’s nagging, so she agreed and then escorted her back to her room before taking a shower herself.

Lan Qianru’s sharp nails pressed painfully into Fu Qiqi, causing her to frown and instinctively try to break free.

“Of course it’s true. Master, I never lie!” Su Qing patted her chest, righteous and solemn, though her cheeks flushed faintly.

He had changed into a light gray set of loungewear, wearing a royal blue apron. His tall, handsome appearance caught Shen Fuxiao’s eye, utterly pleasing and heart-stirring.

Yao Zishi’s face twisted with anger, staring silently at Fang Musheng for a long while. At this moment, Butler Chen seized the opportunity, signaling the bodyguards nearby, who quietly closed in on Yao Zishi’s side.

“I don’t want to be with you, nor be entangled with you forever,” she said softly, her voice tinged with tears.

Qiao Yuno thought this was in Dingzi Village, and since no acquaintances knew they were here, it probably wasn’t a deliberate pursuit.

In the past, Ye Yifan would have found these words harsh, but now he found himself growing accustomed to them.

Fu Qiqi couldn’t bear to see his wounded, uneasy eyes and simply closed her own. Tears accumulated at the corners of her eyes, slipping down her porcelain-like cheeks.

“Old Ancestor, thank you. Help Su Qing hold off the Flower Fairy for a moment; I’ll deal with the Heavenly Sword Beast. Su Qing remembers this favor!” Looking at the oncoming Flower Fairy, Su Qing’s eyes locked on Zi Yi as he slightly bowed his fists.

His feelings for Lin Xiya were less about love and more about admiration, gratitude, responsibility, and, of course, concern for her life and death.

Lin Yifeng clearly noticed that Qian Duoduo glanced his way while talking to Jiang Jin, seemingly a casual look.

Zhu Bajie said, “Fengdu Emperor, I actually have a treasure here. Not sure if you dare to accept it!” He sent a mysterious voice message.

Then, a voice came again, and a figure slowly emerged from the darkness, its build and face exactly like Zhao Yun’s.

“Haha... Enough, Ling’er. I just arrived in Hangzhou today; you don’t need to show me that attitude,” Cha Ruling smiled warmly at Shangguan Ling, as if admiring a work of art.

He also knew this rule wouldn’t last long—at the latest by next year, the university would lift the ban on marriage.