Chapter 113: Casting a Fortune for a Beauty

The air was thick with the pungent smell of alcohol, making Lian Youyou feel increasingly nauseated as she faced the fat, greasy producer. Gu Mosi propped her chin on her hand, neither persuading Lian Youyou to drink nor stepping in to shield her. She simply watched the spectacle unfold, content to play neither the hero nor the villain.

Lian Youyou picked up the bottle of red wine and stood up, saying, “I don’t hold my liquor well. I really can’t drink any more. Isn’t it enough if I just do my part here tonight?”

“Are you going to drink or not?” The fat producer was not about to let her off so easily. He pointed at the bottle and said, “How about this—if you finish that bottle, then I will…”

At the sound of the door opening, a girl with downy, wind-ruffled hair who had been idly kicking pebbles in the courtyard leapt up in delight.

Given Han Qinbao’s deep affection for her, and all he had done, surely the two of them were destined for a happy marriage?

After expressing his heartfelt thanks, Zhao Chengmo sat cross-legged before the black tower. Whether beneath the blazing sun, howling wind, or pouring rain, he scarcely moved an inch.

He knew that anyone who could enter this place was not to be trifled with. The only reason Xin Han had been able to bring him in might have been because the fingerprint match had triggered, so he felt a bit uneasy.

Fortunately, her cells stored a vast reserve of solar energy, which continued to be replenished. The rate at which the ether particles were absorbed was relatively slow, so there was little risk of being drained to a desiccated husk.

The black paulownia tree was a born master of wood techniques. While its skill might not reach the miraculous heights of the First Fire Shadow, its ability to deal out a beating was truly formidable.

Just as Loki felt all hope was lost, Kara suddenly turned to him, bowed slightly, and spoke, her face filled with gratitude.

As soon as the police car arrived, someone notified Su Jinge. Su Jinge, along with the security team, personally received the police chief.

Xie Qingwan’s brow immediately furrowed in concern. “Do you really have to go deep into the mountains? Can’t you just stay at home?” The others looked at him with the same worried expression.

Da Zhuang, seeing Lin Xinhan’s trust in him, was naturally pleased. He mustered all his energy, took the deed to Li Aniu’s house, and began to choose with great care.

Chen Xiulian couldn’t be bothered with them either. They didn’t dare send anyone away in the middle of the night, still fearing they might have to deal with Gu Yaohan instead.

Along the street were squat little shops—some with rooftops shaped like cat heads, complete with round domes and triangular ears, others decorated with carp, their rooftops fluttering with enormous carp-shaped kites.

Under such direct scrutiny, Bai Xie lost his words, his heart pounding so fiercely he could almost hear it.

On the day of Ye Lingling and Yehe’s grand wedding, Nalan City was packed with crowds who had come from all directions to witness the ceremony, until no more could even enter the gates.

The banquet prepared by Jie Hai occupied the entire royal hall. As An Yi’s party arrived at the palace gates, the rich aroma of roasted meat wafted out from within. After the royal guards announced their arrival, it wasn’t long before An Yi saw the King of Rugao, dressed in splendid attire, come out to greet them.

“There’s no need. Elder Sister, you should keep it for yourself.” Ran Bai’s lips curved in a gentle smile, his voice as warm and smooth as jade.

Shu Yao’s face was practically green, her expression as pained as if constipated, her hand trembling violently as she pointed at Xi Ran.

Yuan Xinling nodded through her quiet sobs, indicating she understood. She wiped her still-damp eyes, swallowing all her grievances alone.

After a while, the aroma drifting from the kitchen grew even stronger, making Ye Ming’s hunger nearly unbearable. She craned her neck to look toward the kitchen, at last awaiting the arrival of a fragrant midnight snack.

A dreadful thought suddenly surfaced in her mind: could the person who killed Tang Jing in her previous life have been her own boyfriend?

“Thank you, just call me by my name. I’m just an ordinary person, always busy with who knows what—there’s little to speak of in terms of wisdom,” said Yang Zaixin with a smile.

The spirit stones were not distributed directly, as that would only encourage idleness among the common folk.

Wen Lechuan showed no particular expression. As he turned, he saw Su Xiangning smiling and greeting him. He also noticed the red mark on his own neck, which instantly brought to mind the image of Chu Man biting into his throat.