Chapter 143: Making the Decision

Xie Zhiyun felt a faint sense of regret, wishing he had kept his mouth shut.

Yet the words had already been spoken, impossible to take back. His original intention was simply to let Shen Jin know the truth, so he would treat Lu Qingqing better in the future.

But judging by how things looked now, Xie Zhiyun knew he had stirred up a disaster.

"I..."

"It's not good, but nowadays rebelling is better than being a thief. Everyone has gone off to rebel, so there really aren't many thieves left," Chef Fan said with earnest conviction.

Having witnessed her disheveled and desolate state so many times, he had thought he never wanted to see her again. Yet now, the sight of her felt so familiar, stirring up such a deep and aching longing.

The moment he completed the permanent allocation of his personal attribute points, Higano Akira felt as though a purple lotus of the soul was blooming deep within his consciousness.

Han Moyi carried a tray into the room next to Ma Ruoxue's, lit the candle stand with a flint lighter, and sat down on a chair. He casually picked up a couple of pieces of beef and shoved them into his mouth, while using one hand to snap open the clay seal of the jar of wine.

The Mediterranean-haired manager smiled brilliantly, while Brother Hao looked as though he had lost his entire family. Knowing he could never outcompete the manager, Brother Hao could only sigh at such a slipping away of a close opportunity.

"I, I..." Wang Wei felt that her actions had clearly been exposed. In the end, Wang Wei explained all the details of the accounts, though she brushed past the hundred thousand yuan taken by Cui Hao under a fabricated pretext.

Ye Ziqian hesitated for a moment. After all, what he wanted most when visiting the welfare home was to see Tian Ge, and having Lin Yiyi tag along would only get in the way. Before he could even say anything, Lin Yiyi had already volunteered herself. Helpless, it was sheer helplessness.

He Xuan rubbed his eyes. He hadn't slept well yesterday, so he still felt quite sleepy after his afternoon nap. Besides, winter was approaching, a season when drowsiness strikes most easily; the moment the weather grew warm, humans naturally yearned for sleep. Yet the instant he saw Chen Yue bring in the raw materials, he felt an instant surge of motivation to work hard.

Song Mo's remark directly provoked a burst of uproarious laughter from the entire audience, leaving only Jiang Wanyi frowning in deep displeasure.

Jian Yaoyao clutched at Huo Zhouheng's pocket, inhaling the earthy aroma of food constantly emanating from within, her mouth watering so much she was practically drooling.

The former store owner should be locked up in prison right now, with strict instructions denying him any sentence reduction, meaning he had at least another decade before being released. If the other party possessed such immense influence, they wouldn't have ended up in this wretched state.

Taking it all in, Zhou Shen trembled slightly. "I came here simply to tell you one thing: I am here to say a thorough and final goodbye to you," he declared harshly, his voice laced with intense emotion.

There was no way they would ever agree. The sum was simply too massive, the investment too colossal; surely no one would be willing to nod their head to this.

"The medicinal ingredients for treating stomach ailments are extremely difficult to procure. Two courses of treatment will cost at least twenty thousand." He had originally intended to quote fifty thousand, but for some reason, his heart softened and he said twenty thousand instead, fearing Li Hehua wouldn't be able to bear the expense.

"A benevolent general cannot command an army; the imperial court should never have sent him to quell the rebellion," Huangfu Song said with a lingering sense of loss.

On the main battlefield, the various Xianbei tribes under Helian's command were still putting up resistance. Once Helian fled, however, his subordinates lost all will to fight, and just as they were on the verge of being captured, they discovered the arrival of their reinforcements. Brought back from the dead, they mounted a fierce counterattack.

"Then don't let it go. Go and do everything you wish to do, and perhaps you won't feel this much pain anymore," Chen Fan said.

Hearing my denial, Shen Haoying said nothing, merely sitting quietly until we reached the town hospital. After getting out of the car, he followed my lead into the hospital's emergency department, though to my bewilderment, his swollen wrist had somehow returned completely to normal.

Ling Xiao's entry naturally drew a flurry of pointing and whispered glances from the crowd; after all, his face was entirely unfamiliar here.

Sophie let out a low sigh. Weren't houses always this desolate before? Habit truly was a terrifying thing.