Chapter 57: Misunderstanding?

Something is wrong.

Shi Ran felt anxious and uneasy, terrified that the two might clash over this. She glanced at them out of the corner of her eye, ready to step in and stop them the moment she sensed anything amiss.

"Fang Qingyu, shouldn't you be with my brother discussing wedding arrangements?" The expected conflict did not occur; instead, Zuo Jiaqi looked completely bewildered.

Furthermore, in a situation like that just now, the girl hadn't shown a shred of panic, remaining so calm that even he was astonished. She truly was extraordinary.

Shen Ling'er had just taken a bath and was sitting on a low stool by the doorway, drying her wet, long hair. Her cheeks were flushed, resembling a ripe peach.

"Qianxun wouldn't agree to it either," Ye Wujue said suddenly once more, a hint of coldness flashing in his narrowed eyes.

Su Yan had been exceptionally well-brought-up by Madam Feng. The whole evening, he stayed glued to the old lady's side, either sitting quietly to listen to their conversation or stepping in at the right moment to recite poetry or practice calligraphy, which delighted the old lady and drew endless praise.

Sitting in front of Fan Chou were precisely Zhang Ji and his nephew. Wearing cold, detached expressions as they watched the crowd, Zhang Ji occasionally leaned over to whisper into the ear of his nephew, Zhang Xiu, who nodded repeatedly.

Although Li Feng did not possess supersonic regeneration, even if he did, he would not touch it lightly, because the Gate of Limiting—the Limit Gate—was also a perilous threshold. The power it granted was terrifying; once the user unleashed a force so immense that their own body could not sustain it, even their soul would dissipate.

At seven in the evening, the Fire Cloud Teahouse had already been restored to its original appearance, with the broken tables and chairs replaced by brand-new ones. Six or seven representatives of criminal syndicates from around Chongqing had gathered together, and they were being hosted by Mountain Eagle, the spokesperson of the Wind and Cloud Society in Chongqing city...

The city wall stood twenty meters high and five meters wide, constructed by stacking reinforced concrete blocks, with the outer layer of dark cyan bricks serving merely as ornamentation. Otherwise, this city wall could never have been completed in a mere two months.

Instinctively, Ye Mo felt that this blackish-green energy source was something extraordinary. Afterward, he poured a full container of source liquid, collected last month, into another machine and resumed manufacturing.

Everyone was stunned by Ye Feng's ruthlessness. They had expected him to make a move, but never imagined he would show such merciless severity. They stared at him as if looking at a demon, and many began to thank their lucky stars that they hadn't tried to stand out, otherwise the majority of those squatting on the ground right now would have been them.

Not only Ye Huangchen, but Jingying and the others also sensed that something was amiss with Yunxi, realizing that her tears earlier must have been related to those two.

Thinking that its value must be absolutely priceless, he was seized by the desire to make this Dream Flower his own.

"Jiang Rui, Fu Jingcheng is hospitalized, you know that, right?" He Cuicui's voice carried a sense of great urgency, given how much she adored Fu Jingcheng.

He was terrified that the other person was merely putting on a composed front while actually backing down in their heart.

After breakfast, Xiao He suddenly received a call from Li Yushi and only then remembered that today was already the eighth, the appointed date.

At this point, Wang Zhantian's expression suddenly turned peculiar. A look of unspeakable hesitation flickered in his eyes as he looked the other person up and down, making him too embarrassed to continue speaking for a moment.

Those romantic escapades and sensational palace scandals were, under normal circumstances, never recorded in the Diaries of Activity and Repose.

Without even looking back, Su Yiqiu strode forward resolutely, closely followed by two guards twisting Fang Jiahao's arms. Terrified, the steward leaped to the entrance, spread his arms to block Su Yiqiu's path, and signaled with a glance as two servants hastily sprinted outside.

At last, she reached out and embraced his back. Though his kiss caused her a dull ache, she merely furrowed her brows slightly, gently yielding to him and embracing him in return.