Volume One, Chapter 102: Because... I Love You

"Kill!" At the masked man's command, the black-clad figures surged forward like a tide.

Lin Wantai and Murong Yunyi stood back to back, forming a defensive posture.

Li Ying was different. Her genuine concern was shown not by questioning why I was struck by lightning, but by trusting that I must have had my reasons for doing so. Because she trusted, she did not doubt. Of course, I would tell her the cause and course of events afterward—this was mutual trust.

"Alright, then I'll call you Brother Liu. Brother Liu, what would you like to ask?" He sat upright, though his tone carried a hint of irreverence.

Old Eight smiled at her and held her hand. Summer Jasmine tried her best to return his smile, showing that she was strong and unafraid.

"Damn it..." A white man suddenly shouted, then with a swift movement, white smoke spurted from his gun's muzzle. With a thunderous roar, a burst of flame sent the black man hurrying off to meet his Maker.

With Fan Xi's temperament, she was just waiting for Jiang Chengyu and the others to finish their training, so she could complain properly in front of them.

The reason I asked like that was to look for clues in the details, trying to see if this was the work of the ghost from the car accident. Logically, if a ghost had already chosen a substitute, another ghost would not fight for it. After all, there was only one life; if they fought over it, no one would get it, and it would be hard to decide who would go to reincarnation.

"Foolish, get lost. Don't think just because this is a funeral home that I'll be afraid of you. If you piss me off, I'll dig up your graves and scatter your ashes in the sun." With a glare, I said fiercely in my heart.

Because Ke Xiangbao had arrived together with He Shaoqian, after he drove off with the car, she could only do what she did.

Besides, Duchess De knew Summer Jasmine well—Summer Jasmine might not be aware, but back then she was strict with Fourteenth Prince's education. Why worry at first? She scolded Jin Hui and drove her out, then asked Si Si, whose thoughts matched her own. So the pair of mother and son truly didn't take the matter to heart.

It's no joke—the Ke family and the Zhong family both have names in City A, and now they're connected by marriage. Who would dare not show them respect?

Instinctively, her eyelids drooped. She looked up, and what met her gaze was a person in a wheelchair. That face—she knew it all too well.

Huh? Qiao Xiduo was surprised at his reaction. The painting was ruined, but Wang Xiuyan didn't seem to care; instead, he looked relaxed, completely different from what she had expected.

What on earth? How could there be someone in this world who looked so much like Liu Liyu?

For a moment, the shareholders' meeting was in chaos. Zhou Dezheng saw how everyone was speaking against him, and became even more determined not to help. What he wanted was to see the Jiang Corporation fall into crisis.

Even Jiaoye and Mutcha had no carriage to ride; the carriages had already stopped halfway, and the horses had died from exhaustion.

Yet, deep in his heart, he still secretly longed for something from this beautiful shell before him; it always made him yearn to be trampled and ravaged by it.

Gu Nian thought something was off. Wan Se's expression clearly showed she knew what had happened, but she was unwilling to speak. Gu Nian looked at Huo Yan; his brows were so tightly knit, it was clear he was dissatisfied with Wan Se's explanation.

Though her tone still carried a fierce stubbornness, those simple words had already declared her defeat.

Upon arriving at Autumn Palace, Gu Nian's heart churned. The palace was overly spacious, even larger than the Empress's residence. In the courtyard, only a few phoenix trees stood; there were no vibrant flowers in bloom.

"Hehe, that's right," Yang Yi chimed in. Cui He nodded as well, then fell into brief contemplation. The change in Qing Binghe's soul—could it be related to that will within him? Would that will do him harm? He should find an opportunity to warn him.