Chapter One Hundred Twenty-Eight: The Choice

Wang Heng smiled, her eyes curving into crescents: "Cousin, did you make this 'yourself'?"
No wonder the quality was so poor!
Wang Heng had been pampered since childhood, draped in fine silks and fed only the most exquisite delicacies.
Even when served vegetarian dishes, they were always prepared with the utmost refinement, bordering on extravagance.
To look, smell, and taste divine was merely the basic requirement.
Some vegetarian dishes were so skillfully crafted that one could not tell their original form; in both appearance and taste, they were indistinguishable from meat.
After a brief interlude, Xie Huan erupted with a burst of energy, effortlessly carrying the song to its climax.
In truth, this could be considered a flaw; the host's low emotional intelligence manifested in only one area: matters of the heart.
However, it was impossible to obtain this training method. After all, every family member had signed a confidentiality agreement, making internal leaks impossible, and it was even harder for outsiders to steal it.
After the Ring Immortal finished speaking, I began to understand what she meant. After some thought, I told her, "Forget it, I won't dwell on this anymore. Let's get some sleep; we'll know the situation once we reach headquarters tomorrow."
"You wretched man, you wretched man..." These were the only words on Ke Shi's lips as her hands caressed every inch of Wei Si's skin, each touch filled with affection and longing.
These people were ruthless; to ensure their secrets remained buried, they devised a plan to enslave the entire village and force them to work for them.
A troop of guards in iron helmets marched in perfect unison, coming to a halt before a heroic Rogue.
The document recorded that in 1990, the real estate giant Vanke had completed its shareholding reform. At the time, it was primarily focused on foreign trade and had only just stepped into the threshold of the real estate industry. It was a diversified enterprise, and its leader, Wang Shi, then thirty-nine, was away from his post for personal reasons.
Turning back, I saw Wu Yi still holding onto Hao Duxing, while Mu Changqing stood by, unsure of what to do. I spoke up: "Wu Yi, do me a favor. This gentleman is discussing business with me. Could you please put him down so we can talk?" I placed particular emphasis on the word "business."
I took General Yang's warning seriously; nodding, I held the Heaven-Questioning Horse-Slaying Blade horizontally before me, keeping a constant watch on every move the opponent made.
"A wish? I have none. My only desire is for my family to be safe and sound; that is enough," Hei Yaoxue whispered. Her greatest wish was simply for all of you to be well.
Having said this, he gave me no chance to reply. Suddenly, he slammed his hands onto the ground, forcefully snapping the red rope that bound him, and lunged straight at me.
"Don't be afraid!" Grandma's resonant, firm voice rang out, yet the weight on my body grew heavier, as if something were pressing down on me.
Han Chuning slumped her shoulders and sighed bitterly. What does he want from me? He is my son; how could I treat him this way?
"Don't tear my clothes! I told you not to tear them! You have to compensate me." I was both angry and annoyed—partly because he had torn my clothes, and partly because he was getting handsy with me.
She wanted to do something to salvage her reputation, but her mind was a chaotic mess, and she could think of no solution. Finally, with the help of her assistants, she climbed into her car and fled in humiliation.
"My child, I will pay a visit another day to apologize in person. Today was truly an embarrassment for you to witness," the old man said with a smile. Regarding the Feng family, he had no complaints; he felt only that his own Hei family owed them far too much.
If not for that yellow paper mask ruining the atmosphere, he wouldn't have looked like a ghost at all, but rather like an immortal descended from the heavens as portrayed on television.
An Jinyan returned to her residence, took a shower, and as she stepped out of the bathroom, she noticed an incoming call on her phone. She picked it up and pressed the answer button.
About an hour later, the palace gongs sounded loudly. Guards and eunuchs held torches, searching everywhere, claiming that a palace maid had escaped on this rainy night. They scoured the palace inside and out but found nothing. Fortunately, no valuables had been stolen from the palace, so they were forced to abandon the search.