Chapter 45: The Young Master's Thoughts

Just a moment ago, Gu Yunche was still feeling gloomy about being rejected by the woman he loved.

Yet the very next moment, the instant he felt the young woman's soft body leaning against him, Gu Yunche's heart blossomed with absolute delight.

He had known it all along—Ninger harbored feelings for him deep down; she had simply found it difficult to accept him due to external factors.

The lingering, sweet fragrance emanating from Shen Zhining intoxicated him.

And so, the young marquis, who had never begged anyone in his life, made up his mind at that very moment.

This was much like seeing two bills lying on the ground; only a fool would ponder which one to pick up, whereas a smart person would simply pick up both.

The Great General was a powerhouse at the peak of the fifth-heaven of the Celestial Realm, merely a half-step away from the sixth-heaven, whereas he himself was only at the fourth-heaven. The gap between them was truly vast.

"You Yuexi, can I take what you said today to mean that I am no longer your disciple?" Zhuang Yuxian suddenly asked.

Nearby, Mil first used a spell to send the approaching Oliver flying backward, then casually traced a finger through the air. A hazy glow appeared around Oliver, instantly causing his thought processes to become somewhat sluggish.

It was just like being bewitched. Such behavior might fly once or twice, but if repeated too often, it would inevitably arouse suspicion from others.

Bamboo Wind Courtyard, as the name suggested, naturally featured an abundance of bamboos. It appeared to be a rather secluded place where, as a gentle breeze swept through, the bamboo leaves rustled with a sparse sound, and the air was saturated with the scent of bamboo.

To collect stolen money in such a public and daring manner was simply unimaginable. Was this a case of the most dangerous place being the safest? Or had the other party completely figured out his psychological state?

Jingru was still lost in thought as she stepped out of the car, and she was startled when a figure suddenly appeared right in front of her. It was Zhuzi, pushing an electric bicycle and wearing a designated-driver uniform.

The trouble was that Su Mu looked down upon this fat pig of lowly origins. Having rejected him three times when he called upon her, Su Mu left him burning with a deep-seated hatred.

"Fourth Sister, what is the meaning of this?" Unable to contain herself any longer, only Lü Lian'er dared to question Lü Shuang'er.

"One could say fathers know nothing of a mother's hardships. After carrying a child for ten months in my womb, how could I bear to let anyone else raise it?" The Third Concubine pouted with a grievance-laden expression, casting a fleeting glance at Lady Liu before letting her gaze fall upon Lü Shuang'er.

This disciplinary elder was also utterly helpless. Who told him to be the disciplinary elder of the Lingtian Sect? On this home turf belonging to the sect, he had no choice but to act as a human tool himself.

Ye Wuhai directly communicated with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, causing strands of invisible storms to converge around him.

A hidden compartment was revealed right behind the portrait. Jia Lian stood up, lifted the portrait, and respectfully hung it to the side.

Facing the fierce assaults of Wang Bobin and his comrades, Wang Yanliang and his mercenary brothers could only scurry and hide, seizing the gaps when their enemies reloaded to launch counterattacks.

The city walls appeared ash-colored, exuding an aura of lifeless silence. The city gates stood wide open, showing no signs of any living soul.

"Just finish the last one and you're done. Look, since you can't do anything right, stop getting in my way here!" Cui Li pushed Lin Yue out of the kitchen and shut the door.

Huang Qite's classes rarely ended on time, but she had heard that while class dismissal could be delayed, arriving early for class was mandatory, otherwise punishments would follow.

Guo Gaodan walked back to his office unhurriedly, seated himself in the boss's chair, closed his eyes in brief contemplation, and directly dialed Zhang Dongfeng's phone.

"Cut the crap. Speak your mind if you have something to say," Jiang Li stared fixedly at Feng Yuetuo, her eyes filled with wariness and vigilance.

The palm of my right hand bore a piercing wound inflicted by Ke Mobai's dagger. Although professional medical treatment had been administered at the Huayuan City Hospital, the wound still remained, which was why I had not dared to resist all along.

Nangong Jue raised an eyebrow and picked up the letter, intensely curious about its contents. Yet, without asking any questions, he tucked the letter inside his robe.