Volume 1, Chapter 47: So Jealous, the Chu Family Dares Not Have You

Later, when Cheng Wenyuan rose to a position of great power, many people fawned upon him and tried to curry favor. There was no shortage of those who offered women as gifts, nor of beauties who willingly threw themselves into his arms.

He did not even spare a single glance for any of those flirtatious socialites.

Yet later on, this Hua Zhuoran became the only other woman besides Cheng Jinxi to hold a place as his deepest love.

At this thought, Chu Yao scrutinized Hua Zhuoran once more.

Indeed, the woman possessed an outstanding appearance, with fair, tender skin and a slender, supple waist.

"Two whole days?!" At this moment, Lin Yong finally felt his entire body go limp and hollow with hunger, though his mental state had completely recovered.

As the smoke of battle cleared, the Wolf King knelt on one side, drenched in blood and panting heavily.

Kanekyo Soichiro had long since shed the arrogant demeanor he wore the previous night. He was terrified; as a sheltered second-generation wealthy heir who had never truly experienced the harsh world, how could he have ever witnessed such a bloody spectacle? His participation amounted to no more than a bit of martial arts prowess, and leading his family members into the resort as the ringleader that night had been nothing more than a whim, treated as a mere game.

Once everything was properly packed, Mu Zifei hoisted a bundle on his back, covered it with a wooden pot, strapped two elephant tusks around his waist, and took a small test hop in place. Feeling that everything was in order, he took his steps one by one toward the deep mountains.

Nan Feng immediately stood up, walked over to help the blind man to the heated brick bed, and neatly spread out the bedding for him. He then brought him a basin of warm water to wash his feet. Everything he did came from genuine sincerity; aside from anything else, if not for the blind man, he would likely have been beaten to death by the apothecary's assistants by now. Reason and gratitude alike dictated that he treat the man well.

"All of you, get out of my sight!" After expressing their gratitude, several imperial physicians frantically grabbed their medicine boxes and scrambled out the door in a panic. The man clad in the dragon robe was named Shangguan Ruilong, the Emperor of the Yan Kingdom, but at this moment his face was twisted with fury, leaving no one else in the room daring to utter a single word.

A sharp-featured man stepped out from behind Lu Daqi's back and bowed respectfully to Lu Youde; this man was none other than Lu Youde's private secretary, Yu Qingshan.

Kuroda Kanta was sent flying backward, slamming heavily into the opposite wall. Upon hitting the ground, he coughed up another mouthful of blood.

At the far end of the vortex, Du Shihai and the other two stood waiting for something. Seeing this situation, Lin Feng chose to halt his advance and quietly waited to see how those three would react. He then stored the Drifting Cloud Boat away into his universe pouch while simultaneously condensing a cluster of spiritual energy beneath his soles to levitate himself in the air, preventing a fall into the vortex.

They deeply understood Ling Tianyou's words and actions, and were painfully aware of how much controversy and pressure such a choice would bring upon him.

When Jian Chuming uttered those words, a few people wore dark expressions. Clearly, he had been the one instigating the provocations all along, yet now that he was losing, he still painted himself as the victim.

However, Ruan Zhong refused to get into the car. Instead, he jogged alongside the car window, conversing with Fang Shen inside.

The He family butler was clearly also trained in martial arts, but he was utterly outmatched in front of Xiao Jin, whose internal energy was monstrously profound. At these words, tiny beads of sweat slowly oozed out across the butler's forehead.

After making the introduction, he quietly leaned against the doorframe of the operating room, his heart still consumed by boundless anxiety.

When a person lacks money, a hollow emptiness settles into their heart. Zhao Xun decided to head to the Task Hall to see if any new multi-line missions had been posted recently.

"Do you all truly believe me to be the kind of ruler who slaughters the innocent at whim?" Yun Zetian felt a flicker of displeasure.

Before long, he parked his car in the parking lot of the Lingguang Hotel, took the elevator to the eighteenth floor, and pushed open the door to Jia Yujiao's office without hesitation.

Liang Yizhou gazed at him with a sharp, piercing look. What on earth was this young man playing at? Was he in love with Xinhong or Xinxia?

Lin Feiyu nodded, the scene of himself wrapped in purple lightning flashing through his mind, leaving a lingering trace of fear.

"Fine, if you say it's a promise, then a promise it is." To be so easily satisfied by just a single kiss—this man was simply too easy to coax. It was only right that she treated him a little better.

Geng Dong naturally placed Dingxiang above all else. In her letter, Ye Lingxi had not mentioned that Dingxiang had been poisoned, stating only that Dingxiang was feeling unwell and needed him to return and take care of her. It was only after his return that he learned the true reason from Dingxiang herself.