Chapter 153: Qinghuan Gives Birth to a Healthy Baby Boy

Of course, in the end, Li Qingyun did not confiscate his little treasure chest. After all, a child's sense of financial management must be cultivated from a young age to stimulate his initiative. Only by learning this early on would he avoid becoming either someone who treats money like dirt or someone who is stingy and miserly when he grows up. Her consistent philosophy was that money that should be spent must not be skimped on, but money that shouldn't be spent should not be wasted by even a single cent.

She had not eaten pickled fish for a long time and found herself craving it; the pickled vegetables she made herself were simply delicious—crisp, sour, and refreshing. The mother and son polished off two bowls of rice each, finishing everything down to the very last drop of broth. Since it was the New Year, Li Qingyun also treated Erbao to a meat dish, specifically...

It was not until Mu Dong rushed in, caught up to him, and pinned him down that he finally snapped out of his daze.

Furthermore, Ye Huan could tell that the members of the Li family, one and all, did not seem to care much for blood ties. Li Changfeng was like this, and so were his two sons, Li Yuanzheng and Li Yuantu. Li Wanyun remained the same, as did Li Qingya. Only Li Qingmeng seemed to be an outlier in the Li family.

With no other options, the various heads of the families could only nod in agreement. Afterward, each led a group of their own loyal death squads into the mountains of the north.

He stepped into the thatched cottage and found that the furnishings inside were extremely simple. At the same time, he spotted the jade slip on the table.

It was already midsummer, the height of July, and the air was humid and sweltering. Inside the iron prison, where the air did not circulate, it was even more stifling.

This sense of pride gave them a spirit of ownership, and that was exactly what Lelouch wanted.

Leaving under the escort of his soldiers, Lelouch did not pay the nobles even the slightest bit of attention from start to finish.

Tiffany hesitated for a moment, then took Du Youjia's hand and gave it a brief shake, marking a formal introduction. Kim Taeyeon looked on happily, pleased to see her two friends getting along so well. She brazenly squeezed between Du Youjia and Tiffany, wrapping her arms around both of them with a bright smile, looking like a carefree playboy with a girl on each arm.

Ye Huan, who had been sitting calmly on the sofa watching the scene unfold with a cold eye, suddenly let out a sharp, cold shout.

The next day, he handed the medicinal seeds and seedlings that had been soaked in spirit spring water to Wu Dongliang, instructing him to lead the others in planting them.

"If I take off my hat and mask, and even take off my down jacket, can I get two signed posters?" Xu Xianzhong said as he acted, removing his hat, mask, and down jacket one by one. He then turned around, waved his hand, and greeted everyone.

"Why are you so... you have the greatest decision-making power... I can let go of everything Xingnaier did to Ka'angsi this time; consider it a debt I owed her twelve years ago..." A weak voice echoed in the empty VIP room, making it hard to breathe.

"Are you going to..." I asked nervously as I watched Chen Naimo return, terrified that something might have gone wrong.

When he had time off, Li Xiang actually preferred to stay home, but when he was with Li Xiang, Ye Xiu preferred to go out.

Ye Qingkuang, who had rushed over, had actually seen the situation through the crack in the door. He was worried that his brother-in-law would do "that," which would make the relationship messy.

Countless bosses were lining up at his door, offering him sky-high fees, hosting concerts for him, and releasing his albums.

Just as the two were at daggers drawn, someone else arrived. Turning his head, Jingong Yu discovered that this newcomer was also an acquaintance—the very foster sister the two had been discussing: Jingong Qianjing.

This slight increase was not enough to improve the screen allocation; the only result would be that the screenings would be slashed tomorrow, leading to a cliff-like drop in the box office.

Or perhaps, he really did have one more "hobby" now that could temporarily distract his thoughts—Yin Xiran.

He picked me up and placed me on the bed, not giving me a moment to breathe or escape. The next second, his scent filled the space between our lips.

Moreover, since Yu Xian had brought it up himself today, he figured he might as well tell him again.

When she sent her son to kindergarten the next day, Jun Rongfan still couldn't help but think of Mu Yihan's words.