Chapter 42: The Fake Socialite and Vain Actress of Modern Society (42)

In the evening, Jiang Youan stepped out of the hospital and drove back home.

When Jiang Youan pushed open the ward door, carrying hope and a trembling heart, what met her eyes was her mother's face filled with profound disappointment:

It was too late...

Her mother already knew everything and said she was utterly disappointed in her...

As for the shares, she shouldn't even dream about them!

It was Bo Yue... He wanted a divorce... He had told her mother everything...

"Bang—"

A tremendous...

Qian Cheng looked toward the Third Senior Sister with surprise, not expecting her to be so greedy for money yet still maintain her own principles.

Drawing closer for a look, this Mister Pi was dressed in a fine silk black robe, carrying a kind expression with a smile at the corners of his mouth. His demeanor and aura actually resembled an otherworldly immortal. Baili Nuyun, upon a fierce glance, initially mistook him for Shi Lantao appearing right before her, which gave her quite a severe fright.

Though unsure of what it was, Qian Cheng could sense a faint, alluring pull emanating from the tattered cloth scroll.

After the meal, the person who had already shared a bed with her quietly tugged her toward his own room.

Beside them, Li Lu gently tugged at Mu Luoluo’s sleeve, secretly showing her cell phone to Mu Luoluo for a brief glance.

He wore black suit trousers and a black shirt today. Although it was an older style, it still looked quite decent, exuding a profound and steady presence.

Hearing this, the surrounding bodyguards of the He family exchanged glances, instantly preparing to lunge forward toward Ye Chen.

When Xia Nian put away his phone, another text message popped up on the screen, bearing six bold characters: Lanxuan Mansion, Third Floor, Yueyue Restaurant.

"For instance... well, I can't think of anything off the top of my head right now, but rest assured, as a public figure, I would never do anything to harm her." Qin Surui purposely refrained from telling Li Lu what kind of favor was needed, fearing that Li Lu might immediately refuse and walk away, which was why she kept it unsaid.

Zhen Huan didn't fall for her act either; instead, she turned to ask Xiao Bie and Song Yin for their opinions, inquiring whether they should issue an order to detain the two for interrogation.

In the ancient era of the Earth, sages had long since ranked the revered stations of mentors, which stood as: Heaven, Earth, Ruler, Parents, and Teacher! This clearly demonstrated that the status of a master was unquestionably supreme.

"You! You! You!" Upon seeing Kate’s disguised appearance, Ling felt an impulse to just give up.

Recalling the Marquis of Sea Dragons, Lu Ming could not help but reminisce about his experiences in the Demon Realm, which were not only a brush with death nine times over, but also bizarre and winding.

This man named Li Dong looked very young, appearing no more than early twenties on the surface. He had a baby face, large eyes, and a rather spirited countenance.

Seeing that her breathing had evened out, Cherry and Greypeach quietly stepped out, carefully pulling the door shut as they whispered to each other outside.

The entire mountain was neatly divided into four distinct zones, splitting the terrain equally into four directional quarters: East, South, West, and North.

Could he survive without resisting? Inside Naruto’s body, he could at least pass the time by watching the scenery outside whenever he grew bored.

Not only could it function as a short sword for close-quarters offense and defense, but it also possessed the capability for wide-area and long-range attacks. When necessary, it could even be deployed as a rope, making it a standard-issue armament of the blade.

Lü Qiancheng slowly withdrew his cultivation technique, yet the roar had not yet faded, continuing to reverberate throughout the room at a unique frequency.

Amidst the terrified gazes of the city-guard soldiers, Zhao Da stood like a statue sculpted from sand; the moment a breeze blew past, he instantly dissipated between heaven and earth.

Once Emperor Xuanzong of Tang finished giving his instructions, the Master of Mount Shu seemed to remember something else and casually issued a few more commands.

He firmly believed in the principle that water reaches its brim and overflows. Whether it was climbing the five steps of Gazing Cliff or confronting the giant red lightning snake atop the peak, he viewed all these trials as precious accumulations.

This place held an excess of her yearning; the most beautiful memories of her life had unfolded right here.

Looking at the controlled water flow and casting a glance at the muddy terrain and the receding water levels along the downstream banks of the Yellow River, Qin Feng likewise revealed an expression of joy. Admittedly, they were all amateurs, yet facing this monstrous flood, they could clear their consciences and declare that they had tried their utmost and done their absolute best.

Fortunately, the terrain there was relatively elevated, sparing them from the nuisance of chasing away ignorant villagers who might otherwise come to meddle.

When dealing with such a person, even someone accustomed to running amok in school had to rein it in; encountering a low-key, ruthless boss from the streets meant the entire boat would capsize.

Without formidable combat prowess, those eternal prodigies could easily kill a mortal devoid of cultivation, even with the obstruction of the Moon Goddess and Gong Wushuang.

Ming uttered a single "however." Back when he resided in Ancestral Dragon Mountain—which once stood as the orthodox authority of the dragon race and could issue commands to all other dragon breeds—the teleportation passage naturally remained connected.

He, Ye Yan, was merely an ordinary common man, and he held no fondness for luxury goods like a cuckold's green hat.

His visit to the Jiang family today served two purposes: first, to negotiate the specific details regarding the cooperative project with Jiang Nuan; and second, to offer an apology to Jiang Nuan.

Jiang Tianyi was entirely correct. Once the misdiagnosis was verified—especially with the Tang family involved—her reputation in Shanghai Hospital would truly be ruined beyond redemption! Even if the hospital administration chose not to fire her, she would still endure the cold, contemptuous glares of her colleagues.

An awkward expression surfaced on the face of Taishang Laojun, thoroughly blocking any hope of asking Jinchanzi to step in and rectify the mistake.

Had she not been overwhelmed by worry for Fu Hanyu, she truly would have rushed forward and delivered a hard slap across the woman's face.

In truth, even she herself remained unclear as to why this was happening. Shouldn't she feel a sense of joy upon Jiang Tianyi’s death? Why on earth was she grieving for such a scoundrel?

The very moment he let down his guard, Li Bugui executed a dazzling sprinting pivot, driving a kick straight into his dantian.

The princess had been exceptionally joyful that day, hurrying back to inform her kin that she had found a sanctuary and urging everyone to descend with her to the mortal realm. In the absence of the Lord God, the princess served as the chieftain of their Shiyue clan, and the people obeyed her commands implicitly, migrating with families and belongings in tow to Mount Luojia.

At this moment, Chu Ni shang’s body was covered in wounds, with fresh blood trickling down the torn fabric of her black-and-gold gown.

Jiang Xiao forced himself to remain calm, meticulously pondering whether he had exposed any flaws or committed any missteps recently.

The massive sounds of blacksmithing gradually echoed outward, yet it was as if they failed to reach my ears, my heart having already plunged deep into contemplation.

Princess Qitong stared blankly at the three corpses before her, alongside Chen Changsheng standing alone in white robes upon the mountain, and could no longer suppress her wailing tears.

I ran heavily, the effects of the alcohol completely worn off, leaving not a shred of intoxication within my body. The summer breeze brushing against my face felt exceptionally comforting.

Holding a cautious heart, Chen Changsheng intended to turtle up inside the cave and avoid stepping out, when he heard a commotion of footsteps approaching his direction.

"Who is it?" The moment Yun Fuxiao pressed against his temples, Nangong Qing abruptly seized her jade hand. Sensing the soft texture of her wrist, however, he instantly relaxed his grip, otherwise her hand surely would have been snapped by him.