29 Pocketing the Silver to Make a Run for It

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Although she did not like Yan Guihong, Xiao Xiaomeng was more than happy to cooperate with him if it meant making Song Ruoliu suffer a setback.
Next door, Xing Xizhou returned, his body heavy with exhaustion; his hand, just reaching for his keys, paused slightly.
While Yu Ling slept in the back of the car, Qi Shaoyan was already busy imagining all sorts of blissful future scenarios in his mind.
A wooden box was revealed inside. Perhaps because of the rain, it had seeped through; the box had grown moldy, was covered in yellow fuzz, and emitted a foul odor.
Once everything was settled, He Yuhan prepared to bring the children over. However, seeing as Han Yixian was very busy with work, she did not want to ask him to take any more time off. She had Han Yixian borrow a truck, and she drove back to Beili Village herself.
Now that he had a little sister, He Zhendong knew to save some of his coupons. Especially fabric coupons—he had to save them to buy his sister new clothes.
She felt happy that she could cook a proper meal here, but anxious because she had never cooked before and didn't know where to start.
Moreover, the primary wife had provided special care, assigning so many servants to look after her.
Furthermore, her feet were dangling in mid-air, and her body felt weightless; she felt as though at any moment she might fall and be smashed to pieces.
She stretched out her two slender arms and hung them both on the rock face. Then, imitating the way Zheng He had climbed up, she followed suit.
Ye Hailan and Lian Aotian stood behind. Hearing the sound of the machine, the people inside the room immediately rushed out, one of them holding a bottle as if they were about to splash sulfuric acid.
He said nothing, fearing that his words might hurt Zitong. He chose silence, hoping even more that Zitong would stand up and explain it to him. He had waited so long, yet she also chose silence—was this a tacit admission? Or did she simply not care about him at all? Could it be that it had all been his own wishful thinking?
Lele prepared to say she would pay, but the other party’s eyes were fixed on Lian Aotian. Lele’s heart trembled; her husband signaled her from the side to just watch the show, so she held her tongue.

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At this very moment, fine snowflakes, resembling white foam, drifted down from the sky, landing outside an old-fashioned train station and covering the entire earth in a white carpet.
She finally understood why she could not stop thinking about this man. Perhaps it was his untamed nature—the way he seemed to hold nothing in high regard—that drew her to him.
Arriving at the main gate of the military academy, Li Chengqian first examined the grand entrance, then his gaze was drawn to the couplets hanging on either side of the gate.
"I'm busy, I'm hanging up." Leng Junhao cut the call directly, giving the other party no chance to speak.
In the Central Plains, combination soul skills were extremely rare; a combination of seven or eight people was already considered top-tier.
Then, under the watchful eyes of Uncle San and Nannan, Zhao Yang used silver needles to test all the dishes.
Far away in China, Princess Diao of the Diao family was cultivating when she suddenly sneezed violently, her whole body shivering as a premonition of misfortune filled her heart.
In the end, Mu Xiaowei seemed to be leaning against Ou Yuye’s chest, pressed tightly against him, his hand resting on her waist.
Ruoxi did not actually hear what he said; the man’s deep, magnetic voice seemed to have a hypnotic effect as she drifted between sleep and wakefulness, and she nodded vaguely.
On a specially made square bamboo tray, five pairs of fresh, succulent traditional hand-pressed sushi were arranged neatly.
"There are only two rooms. Qingjiu and I will sleep in one, and you sleep in the other." Jiang Qiao'er felt sleepy after finishing her meal, and while yawning, she pointed to the inner room and told Gu Nianqing.
A moment later, as the two were talking, a phone call hit Liu Yan’s cell phone, instantly shattering the tranquility of the place.
As soon as Mu Chenghuan opened the booklet, she saw a photo pasted on the inside cover; it must have been Li Min’s appearance before cremation.

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Judging by Han Dong’s disheveled state, there was surely a reason for this, but he only cared about results, not the process. Last time, when Mu Chenghuan almost had an accident in a neighboring city, it was because Luo Shaoming had gone to another province that Sister Huang had called Han Dong. He didn’t blame him then, but today’s oversight was inexcusable.
Hearing the soft "darling" whispered to him, Ouyang Lian found it somewhat jarring. Even though this was exactly the result he wanted, he felt no joy in his heart.
He had long investigated Su Yuechen’s family and knew how hard their life was, so he wanted to offer a generous dowry to marry her. If Bo Yuhan docked it all, how was he supposed to survive?
But after getting out of the car, they were not at the familiar villa, but at the entrance of a shopping mall in the city center. Mu Chenghuan followed the man inside, confused. The journey through the mall was strange; everyone who passed by, even the cleaning lady, kept looking at her.
Zhao Chengde had such rich experience in gathering herbs; he knew the habits of ginseng. After wandering in the mountains for five days, and even suspecting that there was no ginseng in the mountains at all, they finally caught a glimpse of the century-old root.
"Well, since everyone is here, why don't we all act as proctors?" Old Guo said with a smile, and everyone nodded in agreement.
She took off her own clothes, changed into a short tunic, and went to the courtyard outside to wash the laundry.
He did not believe that the First Demon Lord would tell all just because he had fallen into the hands of his opponent... But he also hadn't believed that the First Demon Lord would die at this person's hands. Yet, since even the First Demon Lord’s mask had fallen into his opponent’s hands, he had no choice but to believe it.
"Don't worry!" Tang Meng gave a thumbs up. He didn't believe that a fish already in the net could still manage to turn the tables.