Chapter 48: The Childhood Sweetheart Can Never Rival the Fated Arrival

"No, you..." Wen Ling was just about to scold him when Zhou Yinhe curved his lips and smiled, "I'm heading to the company, see you tonight."

He turned and bolted, vanishing before Wen Ling could even react.

Lu Zhaoye let out a cold laugh from the phone, saying casually, "You make up and don't even tell me?"

Wen Ling pressed her lips together: "We didn't make up."

"You didn't make up, yet you're trading parting kisses and saying see you tonight? Who are you trying to fool?" Lu Zhaoye wasn't buying her act.

This sound drew everyone's attention, and they all spotted the strange mascot across the street.

He didn't want to meddle in other people's business; he had long since passed the age of youthful passion and hot-blooded impulse. Therefore, seeing Bai Junsheng subjected to such humiliation and bullying, he had no desire to get involved.

"Are... are you alright?" Looking at Inspector Shiratori's miserable state, Officer Takagi didn't even know how to ask.

It was as if the tomb-guarding village had unintentionally triggered a curse. Ever since Grandpa Qishan and the others discovered the tomb entrance and opened it halfway, the entire village seemed to have plunged into the dead of winter, as if Pandora's box filled with bitter cold had been unsealed. Once opened, the chilling aura swept ruthlessly across the entire village.

A tremor went through Chu Si's heart, and she quickly raised her head, looking blankly in the direction the voice came from.

She could only sigh, leaving one thing unsaid—living didn't necessarily mean coming out intact, as one might lose a limb or two along the way.

A cold flash crossed Muxiang's eyes, her murderous intent fully exposed. In an instant, her entire presence shifted to become as sharp as a blade and a sword, as if she were about to shed a shower of shattered sword blades at any second.

Hearing Tang Ding's words, Sun Liya felt that her opportunity seemed to have arrived, and she needed to seize it tightly.

Floating down from the bed while straightening his clothes, Yu Xiaoting asked, not daring to linger on the bed a moment longer, having almost lost control just moments before.

Heibao sniffed around it a few more times, and finally reached out its tongue, wanting to lick the red mink's face to comfort it, only to be avoided by the red mink with a look of utter disgust.

Nalan Yufei ignored Liu Si's cries from behind and kept running forward, as if by doing so she could vent all the grief and indignation pent up in her heart.

We are, after all, not a husband and wife from an ordinary household; days of sharing every simple cup of tea and meal side by side are nothing more than a pipe dream, so how could it possibly be that easy to achieve? We do not belong solely to ourselves; we play far too many roles in this vast world, and we must satisfy far too many people's demands and expectations.

Yueya and Fenrui felt as though they had been struck by a thunderbolt. If, back when they were second-class maids, they hadn't even been able to get close to Su Jinghui's side around Xuanyuan Che, wouldn't being demoted to third-class maids make them even more unimaginably distant, separated by mountains and seas?

The moment Huanchun's voice trailed off, Consort De indifferently instructed someone, "Serve tea," which effectively meant showing them the door. She then pulled Niansheng to her side, saying, "Help me back to rest. I am getting on in years, and sitting for half a day like this leaves me fatigued." Without giving Noble Lady Tong a chance to speak, she leaned on Niansheng's hand and left the side hall.

I understood that he could now vaguely make out some overlapping shadows, but he still couldn't distinguish my actual features. Yet I still held his fingertips, rubbing them over and over, aching for him as I said, "I know you can see now." Though it was still unclear.

In the main hall. Helian Chi sat quietly, looking at the elderly eunuch reading the imperial decree. His expression remained unchanged, as if the decree merely contained trivial instructions telling him to eat more and rest more.

Two almost identical sentences, spoken to her by two imperial princes in such a short span of time—Niansheng suddenly felt as though the heavens were playing a massive joke on her, yet somehow she could no longer muster a laugh. "Fourteenth Prince, your joke has gone a bit too far," Niansheng said coldly, her tone flat.

Xiang'er got a headache just looking at the exorbitant items scattered all over the floor. Walking with trembling steps, she skirted as far around them as she possibly could, terrified that if she bumped into and broke even one, selling her wouldn't cover the cost. Though she had to retrace her steps a few times and couldn't help feeling resentful, she didn't dare utter a sound and could only glare in secret frustration.