Chapter 33: Not Much Money, But Much Love

On the thirty-ninth floor of the Gilded Hotel, standing before the vast floor-to-ceiling window, one could overlook the expansive horizon, the Yangtze River teeming with boats, and the brilliant, shimmering night lights along both banks.

Xu Xiaoxiao sneered, "The night view of Jiangcheng is indeed beautiful, but surely you aren't going to have the audacity to claim this is your birthday gift to Miss Qin? Not a single one of these lights was turned on by you."

Qin Zhengyu cast a sidelong glance at her. "Shut up. No one will mistake you for a mute if you don't speak."

Ever since the moment she saw Zhang Zhiyuan, Bai Xiaoyu’s nerves had tightened uncontrollably, and she found herself instinctively averting her gaze from them.

"Then come back to my hometown with me," Mu Zicheng suggested eagerly, hearing that Ling Dongwu had no living relatives and nowhere to go.

"Do you like Jiang Li?" Jiang Li’s mother asked Aotian directly, without any pleasantries or preamble.

"Tell me who hired you to kill me. If you confess, I might spare you; otherwise, I will destroy your nascent soul and make you vanish completely," Aotian said leisurely. Had he intended to kill, the assassin would have been dead long ago, with no chance left to make threats.

From beginning to end, she supported Beiming Ye, keeping the man pressed tightly against her chest. Even in his semi-conscious state, Beiming Ye gripped Li Luowei’s hand firmly, giving her no opportunity to leave him.

All afternoon, the soldiers and immortal attendants from the Left Minister’s Mansion and the Yuexian Palace were busy dealing with the fallout from the morning’s court assembly. The gates of the Lankui Palace remained shut. Luo Xuan waited from high noon until the sun dipped low, and from the sunset-painted sky until the moon rose to the treetops; he saw no movement from within the palace, nor did he see Juesheng pass by.

Old Man Qiao knew his senior brother was narrow-minded, and because of his own unattractive appearance, he hated nothing more than people who judged by appearances. Seeing the way the two were speaking, he feared Chennian might further offend Zhaoyangzi and kept winking at her urgently.

Upon receiving the project, Li Xiaojie was uncontrollably excited, yet he kept one thing firmly in mind: what the most pressing priority was at that moment.

"Liu Jin surrendered on the battlefield; he is a traitor to his country." The words were bitten out with such clarity and volume that the soldiers, who had been slightly wavering, steadied their resolve once more.

What they did not know was that while Wang Yuan had not harbored such thoughts before, he truly did now. Moreover, he no longer aimed only for the East District of Zhonghai City; he intended to take over the entire city—a scale they had never imagined.

Wang Yuan was taken aback; he had not expected the Black Wolf Gang to descend into infighting, but for him, it was the perfect opportunity.

He then lost consciousness. His future soul had been sustaining him, and once they left, his mental tension collapsed, naturally leading to his exhaustion.

Perhaps intentionally, Wang Yuan made his slurping and chewing sounds even louder, filling the entire noodle shop with his noisy eating.

Qin Yuan lay on the bed, staring blankly up at the simple rafters of aluminum alloy, looking as dazed and foolish as a poor wretch struck by heartbreak and stripped of all faith in life.

Thus, at this very moment, a look of solemnity appeared on Gu Chen’s face.

"I understand. Thank you!" Under Gotha’s regretful gaze, Alan walked over to Harry’s side.

"Hmph! Throwing his weight around just by relying on his father's connections!" Dick mocked disdainfully from the side.

Zhu Li, already extremely timid, collapsed to his knees the moment the pressure descended upon him, his face twisted in despair as he spoke.

The Shiqingzi Mountain Gorge is about six kilometers long. Both sides are flanked by sheer cliffs, with a drop of nearly four hundred meters from the cliff top to the valley floor. It was from this highest point that Mo Xiaosheng fell to his death.