Chapter 74: Under Pressure
Otherwise, my benefactor weeps every day, which truly breaks one’s heart.
Night fell, and the surrounding silence grew so oppressive that it stirred unease. I lay down early, drifting into sleep. I don’t know how much time passed before I felt as if a millstone was pressing down on me, pinning me so mercilessly that I couldn’t breathe. Instinctively, I reached into my pocket, hoping to find a few talismans to suppress whatever it was, but when I searched my pocket…
A few cold blades of disappointment pierced my heart! Lin Chengrong complained inwardly but dared not utter a word. He knew full well how much his mother valued this marriage; even Zhuangzhuang, who was only six, could sense it.
Footsteps echoed in the courtyard, followed by the hushed voices of Madam Xie and a maid. The curtain lifted, and Madam Xie returned to the room.
For ordinary demolitions, people like us are called in to handle the holdouts; no one dares provoke us. The authorities, for the sake of better performance and to build a happy, harmonious society, simply turn a blind eye.
Li Dawei had already been terrified out of his wits by Lin Han’s skills; how could he possibly resist now? Though Li Dawei appeared pitiful, his injuries were only superficial—he still had all his strength.
Yunzhen nodded softly in assent, picked up a black stone, surveyed the arrangement on the board, pondered for a moment, then placed her move.
Now I can understand Yan Cuo’s agony—that shame of continuing to live while burdened with past mistakes.
When I was going through my divorce with Fang Jianguo, Guolin’s monthly revenue was still over two million, but now it’s become a failing company that can’t even make payroll. What on earth happened in between?
I gazed at the fireworks outside the window, at my own reflection in the glass, and felt an indescribable weariness.
“Kang Rong, you’re no match for me. If you don’t let go, I can’t guarantee how badly you’ll be hurt when you walk out of here.” Li Yonghua’s breathing grew heavier, his voice rougher.
“Hey, Yan Fei, are your eyes better? Out so early in the morning?” Li Pinger’s voice was clear and a little sharp, always full of energy.
“Xiaoxiao, do you want something else to eat?” Lin’s mother heard the door and poked her head out of her room to ask.
“Isn’t this…?” Su Zige had been watching Yan Qing’s unusually pale expression, and only now noticed the extraordinary white garments she wore.
After speaking, Su Lei lifted his wine bowl, tipped back his head, and drained it in one gulp! Tears—tears of deep remorse for everyone—quietly traced down his cheeks, rebellious and uncontrollable, dampening both his and everyone’s mood.
The three high schoolers exchanged astonished glances, unable to fathom why Mei Xie would so casually bestow upon Yan Qing the legendary treasure once hotly contested in the martial world.
“To be held close, to confirm true feelings”—the desire is simple: just to make sure Qian’ai would never be alone again.
The crowd of onlookers couldn’t tear their eyes away, casting glances everywhere, but mostly focusing on Dad. Occasionally, Dad’s words would draw their gaze to Totori and Qian’ai, but their looks were always a bit odd.
His triumphant, sinister laughter echoed above the smoke-filled battlefield, chilling all who heard it.
What a truly exasperating predicament! And so, for the next two days, Totori’s research made no progress whatsoever. To continue like this would be pointless, and so with a sigh, Totori had no choice but to set her work aside for the time being.
Those standing nearby wore varied expressions—some looked at Aunt Chen in surprise, not understanding why she would make such a scene when the punishment had already been so light. Some regarded Aunt Chen and Liu Qingshuang with disdain, while others remained indifferent.
Just then, two pillars of light suddenly appeared in the distance, drawing closer and closer. With a thunderous boom, the main gate was violently smashed open. The black Buick GL8 did not pause, heading straight for Jiao Jixiang.