Volume 1, Chapter 59: It Is Not the First Time the Heir Apparent Has Blundered

"So what if I am? Who told you to be so stubborn and refuse to admit it?
You clearly spend your days mingling with sirens outside, I ask you, and yet you still dare not admit it!
Cheng Wenyuan, I never expected you to be such a man!
That Hua Zhuoran, her very name reeks of seductiveness.
A shameless woman, engaging in illicit affairs with a married man without the propriety of a formal matchmaker or betrothal.
Truly utterly shameless!"
"Cheng Jinxi, I'm warning you, you are not allowed to slander Miss Zhuoran."
After exchanging a few words with Tan Jing and repeatedly assuring Ye Qin that she would take care of her safety, Ye Qin hung up the phone.
When Ye Zishan arrived at the lakeside, she found a row of houses that looked almost like replicas of wooden cabins right by the edge of a pond.
The air was permeated with the fresh fragrance of lavender. In the sea of flowers, couples walking in pairs could be seen at regular intervals.
Shen Jiao was startled, and the moment she withdrew her hand, she saw that her palm was already stained with a fishy, scarlet blood.

She turned around, and right at that moment, the previously docile Xuanwu suddenly lunged forward, striking directly at her vital point with the speed of lightning.
On the second underground level of the Degen Manor's laboratory lies the lounge attached to the facility. Having just survived a violent explosion and bleeding from all over, Soule was currently sitting cross-legged on the floor, arms folded across his chest, lost in deep thought.
Compared to the pair formed by Jiang Bai and Luo Heng, she and Lin An hardly seemed worth mentioning, which made her wonder whether she was even single anymore.
An art academy—since she hadn't specialized in art, it was naturally impossible for her to test into one. It seemed she could only wait and see what her junior's choice would be.
The members of the Divine Beast Realm, however, felt their hearts skip a beat, struck by an intensely familiar feeling as they stared unblinkingly at that spot.
Jiang Bai took a deep breath, and after mentally debasing himself until he seemed utterly worthless, he straightened his spine even further.
Linyong sensed a surging wave of energy rolling from the last knight toward Michel.
Wells heaved a sigh of relief. The company had just been established, and his very first task involved locking horns with his boss; even he had to admire his own audacity.
In his past life, he had already expanded the spatial dimension countless times its original size, to the point where an ocean had even formed within it, resembling a condensed planet.
Wan Qian rolled her eyes at Cheng Xi, feeling a deep sense of helplessness. With no other choice, she stamped her foot and walked toward the living room.
Right at that moment, the crisp sound of glass shattering on the floor echoed from the kitchen.

The reason Li Yi was angry was that Mihajlovic's free kick had simply been too well-taken. From the start of the match until now, his team had only given the opponent three chances, yet the other side had managed to capitalize on every single one of them.
Seeing him dressed in such simple attire, he initially thought he was some wild man Lin Yinyin had picked up from somewhere, but who could have known it was Prince Gong himself.
However, Li Yi's wishful thinking clearly failed to pan out this time. Li Yi was busy, and Yang Min had her own affairs to attend to, so when Li Yi boarded the plane back to Spain, the two of them could still only communicate via text messages.
This caravan was heading toward Libya. Xiaoyu and the others accompanied the caravan for half a month before changing their route halfway toward the Mediterranean. Once out at sea, it would be difficult for the King of Egypt to capture anyone even if he wanted to.
Professionals in Hollywood can roughly be divided into three categories: the investors who provide the funds, the professionals who make the films, and the distributors and theater chains that sell the finished product.
"Alright, alright, stop talking for now. The food is getting cold, let's eat first," Ji Chang'an said hastily, sensing that the atmosphere was a bit strange.
Whether it was because she genuinely felt her status and position were being threatened, or because she was displeased by Moyi's lukewarm attitude toward her, the Demon King's tone was, in short, rather unpleasant.
Returning to the car, Lin Mu shook his neck, instinctively reached for a cigarette, brought it to his lips, but after a moment of thought, tucked it back into the cigarette case.
Yet, no matter how subtle the phrasing was, Prajna could still understand it, and as a result, Prajna's face instantly flushed several shades deeper.