Chapter 31: Elder Han Steps Forward

His company was indeed not managed well, but it was hardly as hopeless as they made it sound. Han Yingying was furious, about to lash out, when Old Master Han stepped forward and smiled, saying, "It seems the Cheng family looks down on our Han family. A child’s company, created for amusement, yet you take it so seriously. To judge an entire family by a child’s plaything—your Cheng family is truly impressive."

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Lin Feng paused mid-step, recalling the so-called fake boyfriend mission for Yun Yue and Zhang Mengmeng, as well as the agent task. He now felt a deep aversion to the word "mission." Even as he strolled through "Maple Grove Evening" at the Third Prince’s residence, where early spring maple leaves were just sparse and green, images of scarlet maples and white tigers unfolded before him like a painting, vivid and clear in his mind.

"Miaomiao, what's wrong? Why is your face so red? Are you running a fever?" Shen Shu looked at her friend, pulling her aside in concern.

"I told you, if I ever catch you touching my people again, I’ll cut your hand off," Tang Lijue grabbed Liang Cheng by the collar, his voice cold and merciless.

She truly admired Mu Jingchen: tall, handsome, and accomplished at a young age. Yet being overlooked left her feeling stifled.

When Hua Ziyuan and Liu Xinru went to the cliff, Instructor Xu Yong had already called ahead to the staff responsible for the climbing wall, asking them to prepare all necessary equipment.

Thus, Lu Ming promised Jing Yiren that before she gave birth—whether in the hospital or after returning home—he would be with her.

By my ear, it seemed as though he was laughing softly. Then, a pair of slender arms reached out, gently embracing me through the brocade quilt.

Cheng Yuandu was so shocked, the others thought they were seeing a ghost. In broad daylight, someone’s back was drenched in cold sweat.

"Is the Emperor deliberately trying to embarrass me?" I pouted, lowering my head, not daring to look up.

At these words, everyone in the hall gasped, their eyes wide in astonishment.

Ye Feng had downed strong liquor earlier without feeling much, but now as the effects hit, his whole body grew hot and restless, his mood abruptly brightened. Laughing heartily, he said, "Yes, yes, I asked too much. Let’s drink!" His eyes blurred, as if he could hardly see clearly. His hand trembled, and he failed to pour the wine into his cup.

"Hmph, what are you showing off for? I’ll wait for you to get first place, then we’ll talk." With that, she gathered her exam supplies and left the classroom to find her testing room.

Helikin could not cry for long; the searing pain from her wound nearly made her collapse.

Zhu Ling did not press further, merely uttered a meaningful "Mmm~~~," fixing her gaze on Zhao Zi’an. Sometimes silence speaks louder than words, and this intangible pressure brought sweat to Zhao Zi’an’s brow.

With the blood mist as a shield—and all one hundred tentacles striking at once, wrapping around the spiritual artifact—though more than ninety were severed, a few soul-devouring tentacles still clung to the Water Sword, delivering it into Zhang Yang’s hand.

A tall man pushed through the crowd, his attire no different from theirs, yet his eyes shone with an exceptionally pure blue.

The wild gusts spread through the air like waves; the white-haired elder stood suspended, bearing the brunt of it.

Yang Qian gazed, bewildered, at her brother. She knew of Wu Yibo, who had been a great general under her uncle Wang Xiao and who retired after being wounded. Wu Yibo’s son, Zheng Ye, had even been a candidate for Princess Jingyang’s consort.

As for the so-called bizarre safe cannibalism policy, some found it utterly unacceptable, yet many citizens fervently supported it. In some countries, people even held rallies hoping to adopt the safe cannibalism policy.

"Stop!" a commanding voice rang out, and a middle-aged man in military uniform strode over. Years of service had left his face stern and authoritative.