Volume One, Chapter 25: Wanwan
Lin Wanti returned to her room, clutching the bracelet tightly in her hand. She knew that Zhao Qian was only the tip of the iceberg. There were more hidden enemies within the prince’s residence, and she would need to be even more cautious.
Murong Yunyi’s illness was still a heavy weight on her heart, uncertain when it might worsen again. She walked to the window, pushed open the lattice, and gazed into the pitch-black night sky, letting out a soft sigh.
Chen Mohan settled into the front passenger seat. Luo Jingyang turned, intending to fasten her seatbelt for her, but his hand froze in midair. After a brief pause, he withdrew his hand and sat upright.
Just moments ago, Mili had been teasing her, yet now was being so kind to a dog; it was hard not to feel a twinge of jealousy. This was a fine thing—though not urgently needed, it would add an entertainment facility to the kindergarten. If she were to buy it, it would cost two thousand points worth of obedience, so as a reward, it was quite generous.
At that moment, the phone rang. Her heart leapt with hope, but upon seeing He Tianshan’s name on the screen, a trace of disappointment crept in.
The boss had come specifically for Zhou Xingxing, and had no concern for Zhang Ziyang’s fate. He patted his shoulder, signaling for Zhou Xingzu to leave with him.
To be fair, I invested all my feelings into this marriage, never scheming against him—so why would he treat me this way?
Yet the problem was, now CKA was the authoritative organization for purebred dog certification in the country. Both the industry and clients recognized its standards for purebred identification; this was an acknowledged fact.
“Leng Yan? The Leng family? I don’t think there’s a Leng family among the Chuxu either. Or am I simply ignorant?” The young man named Zhou Ran furrowed his brow.
Zhao Bingyan was an excessively perfectionistic person, nearly to the point of being harsh, so she would never wear clothes that still bore stains. Thus, this outfit was essentially ruined.
In comparison, Xiangyang’s strategic position was even more crucial. Outside Xiangyang city lay a vast valley, perfect for hiding troops, and there was a treasure there as well.
In the end, even if it’s a dream, those who are more successful in reality have an advantage when daydreaming.
“Hmph, Yun Zhongyang, you needn’t be so pleased with yourself. Those ants outside are of little consequence. Even if one of them reaches you, their strength means nothing in our struggle—they aren’t even qualified to participate!” Though there was a hint of panic in his heart, the strange man still sneered.
To better conceal his own vulnerability, he began to study drawing symbols as an art form: first sketching creatures of the sky, then those that run on the ground, finally turning to mountains and rivers.
Fang Long made many American movie fans believe that Chinese people could “walk on air,” leaping onto rooftops with a single bound and taking on ten foes at once—a truly terrifying image.
He wanted to retort, but standing before him was Zhan Qingzhou. He dared not speak, seething with pent-up anger, fists clenched, trembling all over.
“It doesn’t feel that long. It happened that night in the hotel—I was fast asleep when it all went black, and when I woke up, I’d been moved here. They told me I’d suffered a severe concussion, and I’m not even fully recovered before being sent out to fight again,” the soldier said with a bitter smile.
The plot was tightly woven; even after reading just the simple script, Shen Lang felt an indescribable sense of awe.
A genius always accomplishes feats others cannot. Namikaze Minato was undoubtedly gifted, but before reaching the peak of his life, he died unexpectedly.
“Of course not! Even if I am a Zhao, between me and Prince Gong and the Zhao family, we’re nothing more than strangers bound by blood. Why would I help strangers?”
After a hearty meal, I lay in the pigsty basking in the sun, gathering my strength, determined not to let today’s efforts go to waste again.