Chapter 143: Mother

"Auntie!"

Shiyiniang grabbed the hem of Noble Consort Jiang's sleeve with her chubby little hand, crying out, "Don't! Auntie, don't leave!"

Though only two or three years old, Shiyiniang could already distinguish kind words from harsh ones.

She knew that her maternal aunt, the noble consort, was about to leave her behind.

No!

She wanted to stay with her aunt!

Noble Consort Jiang had not expected Shiyiniang to wake up. She lowered her head and gently placated her, "Eleven, don't be afraid. Auntie isn't going to abandon you."

Qingming and Jue brought out the Nine Heavens Phoenix Pendant and the Nine Heavens Dragon Pendant. When the soldiers laid eyes on these two jades, their eyes lit up with a greedy gleam.

Enduring the pain in his wrist, Ding Xiaofei gritted his teeth and dragged himself up from the ground. Though no one witnessed it, the intense humiliation bred even more vicious thoughts in his mind. He was determined to make Ye Min understand that some people could not be offended. Before making her pay the price, he would stalk her like a wolf.

Lifting her gaze, she saw her own reflection clearly within Han Yan's pupils—every subtle smile, every expression, and every movement seemed to be completely encompassed within them.

"Consider what?" Ye Min flipped through the documents in her hand detailing the AI-Hang foreign-funded company, information she had previously asked Zhuo Xi to gather. She hadn't had the spare time to compete with Fanghua Group before, but now that her schedule was clear, it was time to reciprocate with a grand gesture of her own to Fanghua.

Wuming was startled, hurriedly retreating behind the screen, fearing that any noise might alert the two maidservants in the neighboring room.

Her clothes had been fine when she bought them this morning; she had no idea how they had torn out of nowhere, and in such an embarrassing place, no less.

Kicking the door open, Gu Xizhou left a single sentence for the bodyguards behind him, "Stay outside," before bursting through.

Qing Long blinked and walked toward that spot. Just as he had anticipated, this was the fire-attribute cultivation manual! Concealing it in such a wretched place was something no human would ever have imagined.

"Your parents are truly broad-minded. If it were my mother..." She truly couldn't imagine what kind of reaction would ensue if Empress Mother Li caught her and Wan Sui lying in the same bed.

The silent war between the two continued for quite a while before Luo Dongsheng suddenly sneered. "Speaking of which, I reached the age for marriage a few years earlier than you did," he said, looking thoughtful.

Being able to negotiate cooperation on the basis of a truce already represented a massive concession in Carlos's eyes. As for war reparations... Heh, esteemed Giant Emperor, are you joking?

"The glazed lamp is a treasure of the world. If one possessed the method to craft it, they would surely amass wealth enough to rival nations," was Commander Yu's thought.

The quicksand grand formation had already formed beneath him, and Qin Yan, clutching Che Guevara, plunged straight down.

The power of a workshop director could be shockingly large? Had she heard wrong? Zeng Li felt a mixture of amusement and exasperation.

At that moment, her parents walked over. The people from the radio station, along with Muzi and the others, also gathered around.

Inside the embrace of the leaping dark shadow, a glimmer of golden light flashed—that must be the supreme desert treasure hidden within the belly of the sand shadow beast.

Upon hearing the dialogue between his older brother and Adai, Gan Hu realized that his dream of wandering outside was completely out of the question.

"I am so panicked, I am utterly terrified... What should I do? What am I supposed to do?" At this moment, Du Chunfeng completely exposed his fragile side.

"For a grown man to handle such delicate work, it's bound to be clumsy," Miss Ma thought to herself, knowing she would just have to let this fellow wait.

Matters like this ought not to fall under her jurisdiction. Even if she wanted to meddle, she had no way to manage it, yet it stubbornly involved Lan'er.

No one in Nantong would employ designers like Lingling and her peers who graduated from vocational fine arts schools. Solely from the perspective of freehand drawing skills, they fell short and simply could not compare to art graduates with bachelor's degrees or higher.

"Alright then, I'll make a call and ask," I agreed immediately upon hearing this, and dialed Liu Yiran's phone number.

Although smashing the plots of Cao Guangkun and the Nantong Home Textile Branch of the Zhejiang Chamber of Commerce had effectively offended the latter and created some unknown enemies—such as which design companies had colluded with Cao Guangkun in rigged bidding, and who had kidnapped Dujuan—it was nonetheless a decisive blow.