Chapter 59: Because the Boss Fears His Wife

Zhou Yinhe leaned against the edge of the table, his posture languid as he leisurely twirled the short knife in his hand. Two bodyguards stood silently at a distance, their gazes lowered.

The gaunt man sitting in the chair trembled uncontrollably. Chen Yu glanced at his expressionless boss before stepping forward and addressing the man, “Mr. Xia, good day to you.”

The man cast a furtive glance at the knife in Zhou Yinhe’s hand, his voice trembling as he replied, “Y-yes, hello.”

“Mr. Xia, you were caught secretly filming our Fifth Young Master. Might I ask you to explain yourself?”

The unspoken message was clear: marry me, and not only will I treat you well, but the world will also bow before you.

At last nestled in the warmth of his own bed, Yu Cailan lay quietly beside him. He Shenfeng felt every limb and bone relax completely. Neither dared move their arms or legs carelessly; Yu Cailan feared disturbing him, so they simply lay still, clinging softly to one another.

In the silent night, within the stifling bedroom, the heavy silence felt like a massive hand, suffocating all life from within.

Gao Yaoyuan’s heart trembled suddenly as he glanced again at Zhan Huan. Both men, yet at this moment, a wave of sympathy for Zhan Huan rose within him. He raised his hand, gently patting Zhan Huan’s shoulder in consolation, letting out a deep sigh filled with sorrowful reflection.

The driver was right—those who remain are fortunate; yet, this fortune, in truth, is also a kind of misfortune.

“Nan Gong Xiayan, I’ve called you out today to discuss a very serious matter. I hope you won’t treat it with such a flippant attitude,” Gong Yecheng’s expression was indeed somewhat grave.

He felt a chill at his fingertips, an unprecedented terror wrapping around him like the very air he breathed.

“What kind of poison?” Wen Yihong was no simpleton as Wen Ruyi imagined. After all, the empress’s family was also of great prominence. If they could be eliminated, it would mean removing a major threat.

“The Netherworld Hell,” also called the Hall of the Deadly Retribution, is under the domain of the Bloodthirsty Yama King! Legend has it, only those who master the classic of the Hall of the Deadly Retribution can control it.

Qin Yi’s lips curled slightly in a grim smile, his fierce aura making his handsome face a hundred times more terrifying than the grim reaper’s.

In his eyes, Murong Guoxiong had not succeeded as the head of the family, but as a father, he was, at least, somewhat adequate.

But Nan Ke Rui firmly believed that Han Han would never harm him because he could genuinely feel Han Han’s heartfelt dependence on him—this was absolutely no pretense.

“Indeed! The Five Elements Cave Heaven will never treat you unfairly,” Tian Shui Zhenjun echoed, after all, being part of the Five Elements Cave Heaven made it impossible to miss such an opportunity.

But Lin Xingchen truly had the resolve; within the deadly formation, he wiped out all the personnel from the headquarters.

“What nonsense are you making? I’m an old man—why should I fear this?” Grandpa Man Er spat disdainfully at the swirling paper ashes. The whirlwind instantly dissipated, scattering the ashes across the ground.

Liu Ruoxue originally intended to humiliate Su Sha Suman, but she had underestimated how deeply cherished Su Sha Suman was.

If not for Qing Lian, I... Ye Suman’s body and mind were suffused with a faint sense of loss and exhaustion.

Shen Nian thought about it—calling that person a quack doctor would be unfair. But his pride was too strong. A disease that should have healed in three days, he insisted would be cured in one. His prescription was too harsh, causing the patient’s body to suffer imbalance, which led to complications.

However, when Jin Dazhong presented the alchemical ingredients, Tang Yin only glanced once and knew his first alchemy duel was already won.

Fang Yang often shirked his responsibilities; the affairs of the academy were frequently handled by him and the Reincarnation Daoist Master. After spending time together, a friendship gradually blossomed between them.

The Mirror Realm could also be cultivated, and progress made there could be transferred to Zhou Qing. An opportunity like the Flowing Light Domain was simply too good to miss.

Zhong Yuhao whispered mysteriously into Tong En’s ear. Suddenly, he felt a thrill in possessing a secret even his father did not know.