Volume 1, Chapter 39: Zhao Ye: So Xiangzhu Was Thinking of Him After All

Prince Zhao Yan of Xiang stepped down from his carriage, playfully waving his folding fan with a beaming smile.

As Ouyang Yanwan brushed past him, her eyes appeared somewhat red, and the tip of her delicate, upturned nose was flushed a rosy hue.

The movement of Zhao Yan’s fan faltered, and his gaze could not help but linger on Ouyang Yanwan’s face for an extra moment.

Could it be… that the two of them had quarreled again?

Had his fourth younger brother actually… reduced Miss Ouyang to tears?

Given his own easygoing nature, he fell silent, sensing that it was best not to involve himself in such matters.

Recalling everything he had witnessed at Qingcheng International yesterday, Zheng Bing felt a suffocating sensation. He had a hunch that the people who had reinforced Qingcheng International were the same group that had eliminated the Blood Rose.

Yet, as he had remarked to Jiang Cang, within the "Pioneer Organization," there was no such thing as one interfering with another’s affairs.

What he did not know was that he had inadvertently disrupted the maze, and the person lying in wait at the core of the formation had failed to catch their target.

Zuo Mo was more than capable of handling the trifecta of agent, nanny, and assistant; in truth, the salary he was being paid was hardly enough for all he did.

Zuo Mo frowned upon hearing this. While Wen Yu’s temper was far from ideal, it was unfair to call him unreasonable or suggest his temperament was particularly volatile.

"I feel that my status should be slightly more important than yours. If he insists on having you follow me, I’ll walk off the job in a heartbeat—believe me?" Yun Zheng’s smile was somewhat strained. This Director Stephen treated his chosen artists better than anyone else—better, in fact, than he treated his own children.

The film projected scenes from years ago, showing how he had secretly used the Yin-Yang Ghost Jade to record his master practicing techniques, only to be discovered and have the Ghost Jade confiscated.

It was only when Zhi Qiu blushed with shame, her leaves slipping from her head as she lowered it to hide her face, that she finally revealed her true form.

But this time, Yun Zheng held his ground, and even while facing the snake head-on, he did not faint.

"I…" Alan was startled; he had never seen Mr. Winslow so composed yet so utterly shaken. After opening his mouth, he found he had nothing to say.

When Hua Hu returned, his expression was grim. He ignored He Liuhun entirely, offering only a curt "Greetings, My Lord," before heading off to find a room to rest. Beside them, Hua Mujin blinked at He Liuhun, not daring to speak. Only after Hua Hu had entered his room did she sneak into He Liuhun’s chamber to share the intelligence.

Why was Situ Xuan so generous? It was for no other reason than Ao Yanran; how could the birthday gift for her grandfather be inferior to anyone else’s? Though it stung his heart to part with it, he was willing to sacrifice everything for her sake.

This was how Nie Yun had assessed Hao Yuecheng in those years, illustrating that Hao Yuecheng was regarded as a formidable rival by Nie Yun as well.

The two groups came to a halt while still at a distance. Shen Kuo let out a hearty laugh, intending to offer a formal farewell, but while it was easy for guests to arrive, sending them away was often a far more difficult affair.

The street-smart hoodlums living in this city were worldly—they had seen it all, tasted it all, and played it all. At times they were arrogant, and at others, remarkably amicable. When happy, they were optimistic, free-spirited, and devil-may-care; when provoked, they were ruthless, capable of throwing tantrums, and could spout glib, shameless nonsense with ease.

Fortunately, Old Madam Ye was sympathetic to the sorrow in Ye Lusheng’s heart; upon learning his destination, she did not send anyone to summon him back, allowing Ye Lusheng his first night of peaceful sleep in months.

Even behind his mask, Commander Yang could not help but frown. Despite having experienced countless bloodbaths, he felt a wave of nausea. The excrement was clearly fresh, with no maggots yet present, indicating it had been left only a short time ago.

*Bang, bang, bang, bang…* Countless bullets hammered against the bulletproof glass, yet the windows remained unscathed. Xiao Yunfei looked at Li Xiyi with calm, albeit surprised, eyes. Did she not know that the Maserati she had purchased was equipped with super bulletproof plating?