Chapter 57: Enemies on a Narrow Road

Lin Yan and Hao Weida stood in the foyer of Xu Zhixing’s residence, their faces marked with bewilderment. The mansion was vast, its labyrinthine corridors extending in every direction like a maze.

Lin Yan clenched her handbag tightly, her fingers whitening from the grip. Her eyes were wide with panic as she anxiously scanned the surroundings, muttering repeatedly, “Why does this place seem like a maze? Where exactly are we supposed to go?”

Hao Weida frowned, irritably scratching his head with one hand.

Suddenly, Su Qianming looked up and realized that Gu Lanmei had quietly come in from outside without anyone noticing.

Before Luo Dahai could say anything, the cotton door curtain was lifted, and Cai Qiaoying entered with Luo Jiabao.

She knew that Huo Chenyang trusted his grandfather deeply, so it was only natural that he would want to inform the elder.

Old Master Huo nearly forgot that his grandson’s spirit beast could understand human speech, but now he realized Huo Chenyang was not speaking nonsense.

When Jiang Yan came to pick her up, he was almost breathless, carrying a subtle but unmistakable sense of relief—the feeling of seeing a savior.

“But what’s the point of all this?” Zhang Chunling found it hard to understand from her perspective.

Her mother had seduced and destroyed other families; being born to such parents was her own misfortune.

I nodded silently, never having imagined that someone could truly regard serving others as a lifelong belief. I greatly admired the old steward.

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Si Mochen seemed to understand that although this family’s home was simple, Su Qianming clearly had some happy memories here.

“I’m not being modest; I really can sing well enough to scare away dinosaurs.” This was the compliment Ai Zi once gave her.

When Shi Xianhui heard Shuangzhi agreeing to go, she was delighted but worried that Shuangzhi would want to dress up, so she urged her to leave quickly.

Uh, she was now struggling even to walk, let alone climb the mountain. But with a cane, she felt it would be manageable; after all, it wasn’t her first time hiking with an injury.

What should have been a warm and homely meal was clouded by worry due to the earlier incident.

There was no way to convince the Bo family not to live in the old mansion, but she still had some means with Shangguan Jing.

Mu Wange couldn’t help but touch her face in disbelief. Although the original owner was quite attractive, compared to Chang Ruan and Rong Xiang, she still fell short. She didn’t really believe anyone would marry her solely for her looks.

While Shuangzhi was meeting with Xiangqin and the others, Hong Mian had already sent Aunt Lan away. During that brief moment, Su Yin Xue brought several bolts of silk to Shuangzhi with a few maids.

A faint glow gradually grew ahead, finally revealing a jagged crack about a person’s height.

Unexpectedly, Ling Luoyu suddenly cast a sidelong glance, intercepting what he was about to say, and could only respond with an awkward smile.

“Mother, would you like some?” Chunqiu, seeing Mrs. Yuan standing at the door, cheerfully held a pig’s trotter to her lips.

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“Enough with the pleasantries. Your purpose for coming now surely isn’t just to chat about family matters!” After a moment, Shen Wushuang sneered.

In Qiao Xiaohong’s mind, Cheng Yuhan was like a strict abbess, rejecting all male beings.

Zhang Guihua’s face flushed as she glared fiercely at the retreating figure of Han’s mother, then flicked her sleeve and returned to her room.

“Wuwuwu—wuwuwu—” Li Erniu clung to her, crying loudly. It took a long, long time for her to calm down, yet she still sobbed intermittently, unable to say a clear word.

In the next instant, a crushing aura descended upon them like the weight of Mount Tai, so heavy it seemed poised to crush them alive.

Seeing the mutated panda about to awaken, Li Tianyou and Zheng Yue fell into utter despair.

With graceful poise and pleasing to the eye, Luo Qinian suddenly spat out a mouthful of water. The emperor was talented, but the beauties he sought were curvy yet vulgar, and the names he chose were shockingly tasteless.

What startled Fu Nianjun was not this, but rather a sudden resurgence in his mind of memories long overlooked.