Chapter 50: Zhongxiang and His Wife's Late-Night Conversation

Although Liu Guoxiang did not finish speaking, Yi Zhongxiang still understood what his wife meant.

He patted her hand soothingly. “Don’t think too much about it. Even if we want to divide the household, we still have to ask the children what they think.”

“Besides, everyone knows about Little Sister’s secret. If we separate now and they develop resentment toward us, what then?”

Liu Guoxiang felt a little regretful. “If only I had known, we should have divided the household before telling them the secret.”

“That wouldn’t have been appropriate either.”

Only after the sound of Cheng Dang’s horse hooves had faded away did Zhou Cang, who had been intoxicated by the pride of becoming the entire army’s idol and hero, suddenly grow somewhat puzzled. He reached up and touched his huge head, its hair tangled like a lion’s mane.

“Second Brother’s painting is nothing but a scribble. I couldn’t make any sense of it,” Zhao Kai said before anyone else could speak.

Lan Zhongtian reached out and took it, then pointed toward the sofa on the other side, signaling Xu Liang to sit down. Only afterward did he look at the fax in his hand.

Of course, the opportunity he meant was not the possibility that some accident might occur at the meeting. Yao Chun had never placed his hopes in that. What he was counting on was time.

Jin Ren found Sun Ce’s broad hand stroking him somewhat unbearable. He twisted his fair, supple body a few times, finding a more comfortable position for himself.

“But there’s no need to worry too much. Whatever happens, Uncle will buy you enough time to retreat. If even I can’t hold them back, then there’s no point in saying anything else!” Wei’en Bufan began moving forward again.

As for the monsters that had followed him, not one of them dared approach Chen Changsheng. The pressure unconsciously radiating from him intimidated them from far away, and one by one they lay on the ground, trembling.

A faint smile blossomed across Ren Hongchang’s exquisite face. The seductive softness in it nearly caused Sun Ce to lose his composure as well.

“That’s true.” After saying this, Jiang Yanna linked arms with Lu Chen and walked toward the steps. While everyone stared in astonishment, they made way for the gifted pair. In Jiang Yanna’s heart, she had already been completely won over by Lu Chen.

At last, the drums signaling the general attack sounded. Zhou Cang leaped forward first, moving with a speed utterly disproportionate to his massive body.

Yang Xue’e, hiding outside the door and trying to find out what was going on, nearly spat out her drink. They still claimed it was nothing? If this did not count, then what did? Fortunately, she had noticed the signs early. Tomorrow’s gathering would undoubtedly take place.

Afterward, the stallholder laid the wooden sticks out on his stand and began trading them. He did not expect to make a fortune; doubling or tripling his money would have been enough. Unexpectedly, however, no one showed the slightest interest.

Lin Hai’s expression revealed only mild surprise—surprise at Quan Taian’s slash, and faint astonishment at the ferocity behind it. But he was by no means intimidated.

Without another word, several little immortals joined forces to move the stone, intending to rescue Biyun. Yet despite exhausting all the strength they possessed, the violet stone did not budge an inch.

Lingxian froze, unable to understand why Miao Die was thanking her. Then she suddenly noticed an indescribable sorrow in Mo Fan’s violet eyes, as though she had realized something, and obediently fell silent.

The moment Tang Feng finished speaking, he lunged forward, seized Akutagawa Ryuji, and hauled him up. Then he drove his knee viciously into the kidney area of Akutagawa Ryuji’s waist, striking him several times in rapid succession.

Li Haoran ignored Tang Feng’s orders. He hated Chinese people from the bottom of his heart and could not understand why, as a native Korean undergoing assassin training, he had to take orders from a Chinese man. Although he knew that this Chinese man was highly capable, he was unwilling to let him command him. So he fired.

Xianghua gave a soft laugh and said nothing. She merely instructed the servants behind her, “Keep watch over this place. I don’t need to tell you what to do, do I?”

The servants hurriedly answered in the affirmative.

At that time, Wu’er had only just followed Li Sheng here from the street. Her face was still grimy, and she wore a tattered gray hemp garment. She looked at Huayi inside the doorway, dressed in a long gown and smiling with guileless innocence, and felt an overwhelming sense of shame and guardedness.