Chapter 49: You Will Forgive Me, Won't You?

"Hmm... It looks quite nice." Wen Ling narrowed her eyes, trying her best not to let the overwhelming pink assault her vision.

Chu Yao chuckled as she picked up the box resting on the vanity and shoved it into Wen Ling's hands.

"I had this custom-made by a designer friend, and it just arrived yesterday. I felt it would suit you perfectly."

Wen Ling opened it to take a look. It was a pair of earrings embedded with red diamonds, which still emitted a subtle, fragmented brilliance even in the absence of light. Anyone with a discerning eye would immediately recognize their value. Besides, ever since that initial failure, he had grown much more vigilant, quickly smoothing away his rough edges and becoming far more worldly and sophisticated in a short span of time.

Yet, as fate would have it, enemies often crossed paths. While they were simply enjoying their wine and meat, they managed to attract provocation.

Sheng Yu sat on the ox-cart, preparing to head home. Let them argue it out themselves; other people's family property divisions had nothing to do with him.

Clairvoyant was, after all, a subordinate of the Duty Star Official, responsible for daily surveillance. How could he possibly stand by and watch his boss die?

Throughout these three months, Meng De had spoken very little with her, acting as though he were merely executing a task.

He harbored no ulterior motives or covetous desires toward the real-life Su Li, yet he still preferred to avoid facing them whenever possible.

Without a ruthless streak, one could neither secure the position of favored concubine nor make life difficult for Wei Chunxiu. The main reason Wei Chunxiu grew completely disheartened with Cheng Wang was that Cheng Yu'er had been stirring up trouble and spreading malicious gossip around the Cheng household.

Dropping those words, Xiao Bo could no longer be bothered to deal with the matter any further. After instructing his men to escort the opera troupe away "respectfully" and "peacefully," he turned on his heel and walked right back.

Following the example of Liu Xi, he addressed her as older sister, and even publicly declared her to be his sworn adoptive sister.

Once his mind had calmed down, Qu An looked back on his own past actions and finally understood why his father had spoken to him that way in the beginning.

The next day, after boarding the team's airplane back to Minnesota, Luo Long returned to the villa at the very first moment. Just like last time, a tall and fair-skinned elegant figure stood prettily in front of the villa, accompanied by several servants waiting to respectfully welcome the young master.

By that time, Minor would inevitably launch a frantic retaliation... Would the Navy and the World Government's current strategy of surrounding a point to reinforce the allied forces succeed?

The originally tense and confrontational atmosphere completely shifted when Liu Wei proposed that seemingly unwinnable wager.

Bai He and the others crowded forward, eager to get a closer look, yet after staring for a long time, all they saw was that immensely detestable face of Lian Musi.

Jiang Jiang was not a fool; how could she fail to hear that those words carried no sense of blessing whatsoever?

Compared to the host, who struggled even to read the pre-prepared lines, the audience offstage was clearly thoroughly satisfied with this performance, and thunderous applause erupted through the venue.

Taking a deep breath, Minor's eyes gradually turned red, and a multitude of eyes emerged all over his body, having fully unlocked the mode of the rampaging Evil Eye King.

However, those few death-row guards nearby were left slightly dazed by Yan Xun's casual, heavy-handed double punches. The looks they cast toward Yan Xun were a mixture of cowardice and wariness, their mouths gaping open, yet they hardly dared to bite back anymore.

The Four Divine Beasts lay sprawling nearby, already drooling profusely with all eight eyes locked unwaveringly onto the roasted meat.

He truly had no idea that a rookie under his command possessed such a unique scoring method. That mid-air switch-handed sky hook moments ago was absolute perfection, a true masterpiece combining technique and aesthetics, which simultaneously demonstrated Luo Long's formidable scoring prowess.

"My name is Yan Qingqian. It's a very nice to meet you," Qingqian said solemnly to He Shiyi just before leaving, after finishing her cornbread.

Early the next morning, Meiniang woke up fully rested, without needing anyone to call her. She stretched out of habit, gazing at the faint morning light filtering through the window, when she suddenly remembered that someone had shared her bed with her last night. She quickly turned her head to look, only to find Xu Junying gone; the guy had actually woken up even earlier than her and vanished without a trace.

I was startled immediately. If it were anyone else, I wouldn't have had such a reaction, but Zhongyuan Long was different. His train of thought was definitely not that of an ordinary person. If the romantic swordsman wasn't lying, then ten to one, he would actually carry it through.