Chapter 30: Is Mr. Shang Giving His Fiancée Special Treatment?

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As soon as the host finished speaking, the room fell into a dead silence. Huo Nuan and Director Liang, who had been joking with each other just moments before, went quiet, silently observing Shang Jiuxu’s expression.

Shang Jiuxu remained as indifferent as ever. With his long legs crossed, he leaned against the back of his chair, fingers tapping rhythmically against his knee, offering no response.

He seemed lost in thought, or perhaps he simply had no desire to acknowledge the host.

It was true that he had funded the show, but whether he chose to show any face was entirely up to him. Especially since no audience was scheduled for today, the post-production editors could always cut it out.

Liu Ziling, dressed in sportswear, was putting on her shoes. As she bent over, her posture highlighted her youthful vitality.

More than a decade had passed since the great battle against the Turbid King. Now, the Star-Moon Continent had completely recovered, returning to its former prosperous state.

Building a few more log cabins might not even be enough; the surrounding villages had benefited greatly as well. Old Man Big-Mouth, in particular, had been overjoyed these past few days.

This man carried a significant amount of sand on him, using it as a weapon. Once an opponent was hit head-on, he would gain an absolute advantage; hardly anyone could remain calm after losing their vision.

Everything he said was indeed compelling. While some situations were troublesome, there was always a way, and with enough effort, the population could be managed.

He pricked up his ears to listen, but hearing nothing, he pushed open the gate, led his large black donkey inside, tied it to a wooden post in the donkey pen, and closed the gate behind him.

Sun Yao’s figure vanished from where he stood, reappearing instantly before Sun Fei. His fist, sharp as a spear, struck out fiercely toward him.

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Therefore, if Bai Sheng hadn’t traveled through time and altered the trajectory of history, Tang Long would have originally escaped Yanzhou City to live in anonymity as a blacksmith in Wugang Town, near Jizhou.

Wang Yang’s expression turned stern as he slashed at a massive slab of concrete that had fallen from the ruins of a high-rise building.

His teeth ground together with a sharp clicking sound. His sleeves and hair began to flutter as if caught in a wind, and his hands trembled slightly.

He thought of how, just over a month ago, he had been all alone. Now, his heart was so filled with Ziyan that there was no room for anyone else.

Wan Ningzhu raised her hands to show she had no hostile intent. She retreated slowly, continuing to collect venomous insects into her water skin, and once finished, placed it in front of the leopard.

Chen Huan held the laptop he had just received, opened it before everyone, and inserted a flash drive.

"Yes," Luo Qingrong replied, but she still performed the proper courtesies, bowing to Empress Dowager Qi, Noble Consort Liu, Virtuous Consort Dai, and Consort Jing—who sat to the side having given birth to the Sixth Prince—before approaching Empress Dowager Qi.

After ruining countless pieces of dough, Ziyan threw them aside and gave up; she had the least patience for such delicate work.

Wang Guosheng felt a surge of excitement. The time had come for Chinese medicine to hold its head high before the entire world.

Du Dacai went straight up to the third floor of the bar. Reaching the final room, he didn't hesitate to lift his leg and kick the door open.

Xiong Ruiyi’s room didn’t really look like a man’s room. Ding Yalan peered inside curiously, but where was he?

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"Heh, don't you trust my skills? I'm the steadiest driver in the whole company!" Zhong Nan said.

Zhong Yue let out a heavy sigh. Lin Xi’s pride was too strong; she was unwilling to reveal her wounds to anyone.

Once the family was seated at the table, Sister Wang placed the food in front of Xiao Yu instead of feeding her, as she had done before. Ji Xuan gave them both a puzzled look.

With riots occurring every year, the school was helpless. Whenever June arrived, the administration braced itself as if facing a formidable enemy.

"No, thank you." In truth, she didn't want to go back at all; she simply didn't want to have to decline others' kindness over and over again.

"Weren't you supposed to be at a meeting at Lifeng? What, is Ji Siming too stingy to even treat you to a meal?" Xu Hui looked at the sweating Tong En in confusion, handing her a wet wipe as she asked.

"This won't do, that won't do—Long Wuhai, aren't you being a bit excessive?" Sun Wudi declared, unleashing the full aura of his fifty thousand realms, pinning Long Wuhai in place. It was clear a major battle was about to erupt.