Chapter 52: She Is Going to Find Herself Again

He had discarded her long ago.

How long ago? Was it five years ago when Cheng Yuchu first entered the palace?

Turbid waves churned in the depths of Wen Changying’s eyes.

"Is that so?"

"Then why don't you have Xie Genghe come here himself to kill me and take the military power of the Wen family directly?"

Although the current Wen Family Army was no longer large in number, they remained a symbol of divinity in the hearts of generations of commoners.

Looking at Qin Ruse resting in his lap, gazing at her pale and frail face, he felt a heart-wrenching agony. If he wished to spare her from pain, it meant he could never have a child with her in this lifetime. For a man, this was an incomparably cruel reality.

Among these questions, the difficulty level increased gradually. The closer one got to the end, the broader the range of knowledge tested, which truly put the test-taker's mental repository to the test; otherwise, answering them would be utterly impossible.

According to the script's setup, the male lead played by Ning Xingchen as a substitute still intended to go abroad despite Gulina's request.

Ye Xuan led Qing'er and Qin Guan toward the distance, while Qin Guan glanced at Qing'er from time to time, his eyes filled with curiosity.

"Mmm"—just as I was sliding into despair, a pair of ice-cold lips pressed tightly against mine. Such a soft texture... I gradually regained consciousness.

To put it bluntly, this monster called the Tallow Berry was the transformed nether-spirit of malicious, mean-spirited old men who had harmed both others and themselves during their lifetimes. Such creatures retained their greedy and ferocious nature from life. When encountering them, it was best not to run, but rather to subdue them with Daoist arts, or else find a way to appease them with offerings.

"Damn your ancestors!" Qin Ruse had never suffered such indignity in all her life. She retorted without hesitation, delivering a sweeping low kick straight at the scarred man's face.

Her psychokinetic vision caught sight of a group of people upstairs who, upon hearing the gunshots ringing out right beside them, were completely petrified and frozen in place.

Yin Dilie—a long-familiar name, a player who had quit the game for ages—had once again re-entered everyone's line of sight.

However, as the value of artists increased and entertainment agencies went public and grew in strength, entertainment companies with sufficient capital were no longer content with playing a subordinate role in their partnerships with television stations; they demanded equality.

"What else can we do? It's obvious we have to go over there." Damn it, she had to admit that someone wouldn't lie about this, but was she really going to have to rely entirely on herself this time?

"It's getting late. I'll be leaving first." The carriage set off once more, its wheels rumbling and creaking as they ground against the road, resembling a starting train that, once in motion, could no longer be stopped.

From Chengzhi's angle, the scene over there was clearly visible. In just this brief span of time, that person's skin and face had completely drained of color, appearing somewhat shrunken like a salted fish that had been dried in the sun for too long, pressing upon a pair of eyes that bulged out like dead fish eyes, more prominent than ever before.

This excuse finally deceived Su Cheng. "Alright then, once you're done with your work, come over with Ou Yuanlan. I happen to have some matters to discuss with him," he replied with a sense of relief.

She understood everything her older brother was saying, but she simply could not reconcile herself to it. If it were Yuyao, she would have lost and accepted her defeat gracefully, but her opponent was Chen Suxin; she would not let the matter rest so easily!

Returning home, she turned off her phone, wrapped herself in a quilt, and lay on the bed for the entire day. Vaguely drowsy in the afternoon, she thought she heard someone knocking on the door, wondering if Chen Yuqi had gone out and forgotten his keys. Still in her pajamas and with a mess of unkempt hair, she climbed out of bed to open the door.

It was that bald man. He seemed rather easy to deal with as he lifted his teacup to his lips. Heh, you had to hand it to his hearty appetite—like a beggar on the street, he happily shoveled anything given to him into his mouth. Did he actually eat tea leaves like that?