Chapter 52: The Little Pink Cotton Jacket

Seeing little Su Yan's expression, Su Xingwan thought to herself that she had indeed made some progress.

Little Su Yan was already not repulsing her after such a short time.

Knowing the way, the two little ones immediately grabbed the older brother's other small hand and sprinted toward the discounted children's clothing section.

"Big brother, we'll take you to see the new cotton-padded jackets over there, they're so pretty!"

Su Xingwan actually wanted to take little Su Yan to the higher-priced new arrivals section on another floor, considering she wasn't that poor anymore.

Just as Madam Qi was sizing up Lu Mingfu and Lu Mingxuan, the two sisters were also observing her in return. However, compared to Madam Qi's undisguised gaze, their looks were far more subtle and untraceable, leaving Madam Qi hardly aware that she was being scrutinized.

That afternoon, she lay in bed, drifting into a hazy sleep. In her dream, she once again felt the chill of cold surgical instruments probing inside her body, the freezing metal frame chilling her to the bone. She began to tremble and struggle, and just as she was gripped by extreme terror, the telephone ringing beside her pillow startled her awake.

Amidst this brief pause in conversation, half of the ghosts surrounding her—previously controlled by Dai Anduo—suddenly split off and confronted Jun Shuang.

This time, Patriarch Shen Guangrui stepping forward to battle was unquestionable, as the Yan and Wu families were also represented by their respective family heads, who were invariably the strongest individuals of that generation.

He said nothing more and resumed what he was doing. Between his brows, that unique gentleness and softness exclusively reserved for her once again filled his features.

Jun Shuang was furious, and with a very decisive wave of her hand, she directly pronounced death sentences on those assassins lurking in the shadows.

A moment later, a lean-figured middle-aged man walked into the room. Despite being only middle-aged, his face was covered with mottled wrinkles left by the passage of time. His spine was slightly curved, yet he kept his chest puffed out. With a broad forehead, a straight eagle-like nose, and a gaze that was both profound and bewildered, he seemed burdened by infinite pressure.

"Oh." Wang Zhangzhu felt a wave of despondency. Her hand was clearly ruined; why bother holding on to those unrealistic fantasies? She tried to reach out with her left hand to take the water cup, but when Su Yanxi offered to feed her water, she firmly refused.

When the guests had nearly all arrived, Old Madam Lu had a maid summon Lu Mingfu to her side, subtly hinting to the various madrons and wives her intention to arrange a marriage for her. Naturally, those perceptive enough to catch the hint immediately began inquiring about Lu Mingfu's background.

Leading the large contingent out of the conference hall, they went straight up to the second floor and found Study Room 203. Sure enough, a sparse number of people were already seated inside, all of them economics majors.

The loser would have their original title demoted by one star. If there were additional wagers, the demotions would compound according to the terms agreed upon in the stake.

I felt not a shred of pity for Doctor Thousand-Hands. Instead, I strode even more resolutely toward that interrogation room. The moment my hand grasped the doorknob, I pulled it open without hesitation, and instantly, Optimus's furious roar assaulted my ears.

Heimdall, the mightiest guardian, the true Endless Eye. When he focused his gaze to survey the surroundings, very little could escape his line of sight—at least, Thor couldn't.

If Xia Qiqi hadn't been bound to a brain chip embedded since birth by Leila, she might have just been an advanced intelligent android who only knew how to do research.

The muscles on Heimdall's dark face twitched. He was undoubtedly persuaded, needing only one final spark.

Thinking that Mo Ran wouldn't easily send Mo Xiaoke back, and recalling that when Mo Xiaoke had first arrived, he stated he wouldn't be returning to the Mo family for a short while.

From the very moment he became Mu Zhi's fiancé, his future was destined to be brilliant, at least within Lingcheng.

She stood up, walked to the innermost corner of the cell, felt around for a moment, and pressed gently. The entire cell shuddered, and amidst a series of rumbling sounds, a secret passage instantly appeared before her eyes.