Volume 1, Chapter 27: Let It Be, It’s None of My Business

"Heh."

"Understood, understood."

Watching Huang Yanchen's charming smile, Zheng Shaojie's mouth twitched. If he still considered Huang Yanchen the naive, easily manipulated girl she once was, he would truly be an idiot.

"In that case, this humble one will take her leave." Huang Yanchen seemed satisfied with Zheng Shaojie's attitude and began to walk away, swaying her graceful figure. However, halfway there, she remembered something, turned back, and sat down on the bed.

"What do you want?" Zheng Shaojie asked, looking wary.

"Young Master Zheng, if I were you, I certainly wouldn't blow this matter out of proportion," Huang Yanchen said.

"What?" Zheng Shaojie was stunned.

"The Jinling Zhao family, Zhao Changsheng previously offended..."

Xiaoxi was likely terrified; she didn't even ask who I was, just drove off and didn't stop until she reached the bustling downtown area.

Just as the guards below were whispering excitedly, Di Long took a look at his future assistant, Cha Sibao. From the expression on his face, it was clear that the man was not as calm as he appeared. The shifting uncertainty in his gaze made Di Long wary of him; of course, that is a story for another time.

In France, at the headquarters of the Catherine Group, Su Yingsheng watched everything proceeding in an orderly fashion. Yet, she still felt a faint, peculiar aura. This must be what danger feels like.

Everything had to be checked meticulously; the people in the President's office were not easily fooled. Mo Xinfang was well aware of this. The Human Resources department was connected to every other department in some way, so Mo Xinfang knew a fair bit.

He Tianlong had his officers take down statements from the monks. After much persuasion, he finally managed to send them away. He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his aching temples, his face full of agony.

"Xiaoxi, where are you?" An Chenxi's gentle tone carried a hint of anxiety. He must be worried sick now that he's discovered I'm missing.

"Damn, that’s a completely different meaning from 'you support me'!" Ling Miao made a face at Su Yuyang, who laughed heartily.

"It's fine!" Mo Jiahao replied. He needed to notify headquarters immediately to have them deploy to the United States. Chen Tianyu probably didn't know his true identity yet, so it would be easier for Interpol to operate on that side.

Xia Yang was interested in gauging the strength of the Mad Demon. He sneered, and a surge of majestic blood energy erupted from his body like a boiling river, creating an immense pressure that rose toward the sky, bearing down on the Mad Demon.

He planned to go to the second-floor bedroom first, film the video, then head to the private art studio in the basement before entering the secret passage that led to the most mysterious underground chamber.

This wasn't a real collision; the purpose was to flush out the two bastards hiding behind the tree, forcing them into the line of fire of Cole and Charlie.

Moreover, she was the company's vice general manager. If she wanted to deal with me, it would be as easy as turning over a hand; I wouldn't even have room to fight back.

Xia Yang understood that the Yellow Emperor's intention in asking him to stop the dragon slaughter wasn't simply to prevent a massacre or save the dragon race from extinction. It was because the dragon, as the apex creature of this plane and the leader of the Four Auspicious Beasts, was inextricably linked to the destiny of the entire world.

"What's the use of blaming you? It's already gone." If blaming him could bring the child back, I would blame him for the rest of my life.

In the darkness, it was hard to see the man's expression, but her heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably.

Having no way to repay it, he could only bring out a large amount of delicacies collected from other planes and the modern world to treat the Fire Qilin to a good meal.

When Wang Kai presented the fiery red roses and the heart-shaped jewelry box, Daisy offered a sweet kiss. The slight jealousy she had felt earlier from the things she had seen vanished instantly.

Wang Kai said that it should have been a simple matter—the Umbrella Corporation bringing back the Sun Stairway and keeping the world-ending virus under control to prevent global destruction. But due to negligence, this simple task had become riddled with loopholes.

For the first few decades, because the Qing Dynasty was exhausted by defensive wars against foreign powers, they had to negotiate cessions of land and pay indemnities to seek peace, agreeing to allow Western nations to establish legations in Beijing while lacking the economic strength to establish reciprocal legations in those countries. This was the true experience of a weak nation having no diplomacy.

A skirt even shorter than the last, paired with a V-neck tight-fitting top that plunged to her chest, left nothing of Han Miaoyin's perfect figure to the imagination. Her slightly curled hair rested casually on her shoulders, and combined with her beautiful face, every part of her body was practically begging for trouble.

A single Great Qi-Refining Pill was worth over 500,000 gold coins on the market, and even then, it was rarely available; people usually kept them for their own use. Counting it up, Wu Ming had just tossed out three million gold coins.

Bujie City was originally a low-lying area at the foot of Cuiming Mountain, surrounded by mountains on three sides. It might have been a mountain peak itself long ago, but after the changes of time, it became a basin and slowly formed into a town. As the population gathered, it grew larger and larger, presenting a rare and prosperous scene.

At this moment, the water reflected a youthful face: slightly dark skin, straight eyebrows, pure eyes, and a faint smile playing at the corners of the mouth. He was just an ordinary-looking boy.

Even though he was later double-teamed by the Dean and Elder Mu, and they claimed it was just horseplay, he still felt a lingering resentment in his heart.

Su Hui said she would consider it, which meant stalling for two more days, hoping for a positive turn of events where she could resolve the matter without paying a single cent.

"The manifestation is not yet complete; whether it will succeed is another matter," one of the experts at the late stage of the Yuan-Realization Realm observed carefully. He spoke in a low voice, his eyes fixed on the mirror's surface, a hint of tension in his tone.

"If you manage to return alive, you will lose the Emperor's trust. When you have a chance to escape, do not be greedy for merit," I left these as my last words.

These words were right, yet also wrong. It was true that wanting one's husband to value them was natural, but could such a thing be considered a guarantee? Could it be relied upon for a lifetime? Nothing is more fickle than the human heart, and a man's favor is especially untrustworthy. Ordinary men would seek novelty in brothels every few days; how much more so for a man of the Imperial household.

Before Hiratsuka Shizuka could finish her sentence, a series of piercing metallic sounds pierced her eardrums. The light in the Service Club was fading at a visible rate, and behind the white snow falling from the cracks in the clubroom walls, a cold, black layer was exposed.

He felt the matter was still his fault; if it weren't for him, his master wouldn't have been subjected to such humiliation by others.

Yet, within the familial bond, there was also a burning desire to spend the rest of her life together. This feeling had long taken root in her heart, though she had never realized it.

Regardless, even so, Kasumigaoka understood that under normal circumstances, they were people from two different worlds.

"It wants us to save the unborn children in the tribe," Jun Qian sighed. Watching the giant eagle vomit blood and shredded viscera, even shedding tears of blood from its eyes, he retracted his spiritual artifact and kicked up yellow sand to bury it.