Volume 1, Chapter 38: That Expression... Simply Sly!

"Gao, get out here... come out..."

Old Lady Jia was shouting aggressively outside the gate. Everyone craned their necks, their eyes wide with a hunger for gossip that couldn't be concealed. Some were even eagerly anticipating the moment Village Chief Gao would emerge.

Heh...

Since ancient times, catching an adulterer has always made for a fine show. And with this taking place in their very own Yushan Village, it promised to be the best show of them all.

Feeling the soft, smooth hand within his own, a truly wondrous sensation seemed to bloom in his heart.

After looking at the place with Jin Aochen yesterday, Wei Churan had them move in. She wanted the W Alliance members she planned to transfer here to be trained by Uncle Ming and the others.

It was indeed as Qi Wuji had said: he had never done anything to make Yan Yan hate him. In fact, quite the contrary—he had helped her out of desperate situations time and again. Just like that time she went with Jin Lanjiao to the Miao family to call off the engagement; if not for Qi Wuji, she might not have been able to keep her Tunba.

"Fine, then show me by crafting a flower," Yang Tai stepped back, signaling that he could begin right now.

Suddenly, someone swung a club onto Chen Dongqing’s back. A chill swept down his spine, followed by a rush of hot blood surging up his throat.

"Then why didn't you say so?" Wei Churan’s tone held a hint of confusion, mixed with a sliver of grievance. Did his silence mean he didn't want to acknowledge her?

***

The computers were now priced at thirty thousand yuan. For every one sold, after deducting costs, Chen Dongqing could take a cut of twelve thousand.

Tong Hu lunged directly at the young man, his body still airborne. He was closing in, mere meters away, about to settle the score.

Dayu wore a floral-patterned short-sleeved shirt, his sallow skin framed by a pair of brown sunglasses, his wavy hair falling just an inch past his shoulders. He radiated a lazy, ruffian air.

As soon as these words fell, Tang Yao stopped abruptly, wishing she could shove a pound of filth into Wu Lan’s unrestrained mouth.

After relaying a few more instructions, Fang Xuanling withdrew, leaving Li Shimin alone in the Taiji Palace to handle affairs of state.

She had called Ming Rui for several days, but the phone always went unanswered, so she had to go to his dormitory at the Art Academy to find him.

Once he had an opponent, Yuan Tiangang had no choice but to consider problems he had never thought about before.

Because he lacked a secondary degree, a powerful background, or the ability to protect himself.

"You don't think... that masked man just committed suicide, do you? The sound I heard... it sounded exactly like him slamming into a tree." Qin Yu grabbed the hem of Chen Su's clothes in terror, not daring to look up.

He just didn't know if Genichiro could hold on until the day he saw the land of Ashina return to peace.

He glanced back over his shoulder, nodded with difficulty, and then turned his gaze toward the approaching city of Gukukuni.

Chen Mo flew toward the main military tent, making no effort to conceal his movements; he had already been spotted by many.

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Lin Heng snapped his head up, his eyes bursting with astonishing brilliance. With a wave of his hand, the sound of crashing waves suddenly erupted.

As he entered the lobby of the Public Security Bureau, Jia Rugang hurried over to meet him, having been as anxious as an ant on a hot pan while waiting inside.

It was deathly quiet inside, with no movement at all. Her face changed, and she glared fiercely at Wales.

It was so imposing, yet she was completely unaware of how formidable she was—that was what made her most captivating.

However, she no longer had the energy to throw a tantrum; she could only look at him with resentment.

"Were all those things you said earlier just excuses?" The young prince turned to the side, his ink-black hair dancing in the wind. He stood tall and straight like an immortal, as beautiful as an illusion.

Qin Yue frowned slightly at these words, staring intently at Su Xia, seemingly unable to understand why she would say such a thing.

Why on earth did he play the villain, and why was he willing to turn against an old friend? Clearly, his intentions were good, so why did he end up like the pig-demon looking in a mirror, unable to win praise from either side?