Chapter 107: I Haven't Washed My Hair, So It'll Smell Bad for You

Hearing Ouyang Junyan’s question, Fang Zhiyin couldn’t help but roll her eyes at him: I have plenty of things to worry about!

“Can’t you just trust me this once?” Since the forty-five-year-old Ouyang Junyan had only recently arrived, Fang Zhiyin wasn’t familiar with his temperament. He did have a domineering streak like the thirty-five-year-old Ouyang, but he wasn’t tyrannical; he came across more like a kindly uncle.

At least, for now.

As for everything else, she had no idea!

“Ouyang,” Fang Zhiyin pondered for a moment, carefully choosing her words before speaking again, “I don’t need you to open an entertainment studio for me, nor do I want you to spend that kind of money. But you…” She glanced around the place, “You actually rented this space without consulting me at all.”

Qing Xiao pushed open the door, wrapped in a cold breeze, making Zhao Mingyue suspicious that this fellow had been lurking outside all along, eavesdropping on the drama.

The man in black, who had been kicked over, choked on a mouthful of old blood. Just as he was getting up, another punch landed squarely on his face.

“Pretty good.” Ah Shu cheerfully took off his coat and hung it up, then happily reached out to grab some walnut meat from the plate.

Consort Wu looked down on Consort De with disdain, seeing how she was clearly angry yet still restrained her emotions.

An Mi’er had originally planned to tell the Dowager Consort about Chu Cangyan’s well-being, but after thinking it over, decided to wait a little longer.

Zhao Mingyue had intended to use her signature feigning faint skill but reconsidered—the timing was off. Given her current distracted state, if she were to “faint” now, who knew what these few would do to her? This trump card would have to be saved for a more suitable moment.

He turned away with a dark expression. “I’m ignoring you now, alright? Hmph, if I can’t confront you, can’t I at least avoid you?”

In recent years, under Su Ting’s rigorous training, Qi Long’er had transformed from a pure, blank sheet of paper into a vibrant canvas—Su Ting was extremely pleased with her current state.

The punishment room was a special chamber reserved for students who violated school rules. For Deputy Dean Chen to threaten to lock her there made Bai Zhi chuckle derisively.

Rong Jin closed the car door, got in from the other side, fastened his seatbelt, and started the engine with a dark, handsome expression, remaining silent throughout the process.

“I knew it—men are no good. Always chasing after the new and tiring of the old, fickle and unfaithful,” Yang Yurou’s face instantly turned cold.

“Don’t worry, my disciples are guarding the place. Nothing should happen!” Lian Sheng closed his eyes slightly, silently activating his divine mechanism to communicate with Du Meng.

Within the blue water sphere, violet sparks flickered incessantly—exploding, then dissolving—spreading a purple glow from the inside out. Moments later, a faint blue-purple light enveloped the sphere. Despite its cool tone, it stirred turbulent emotions deep within.

Suddenly, Song Yu coughed, signaling Su Qin to lift his head without a sound. Su Qin took a deep breath and glanced sideways, spotting a figure crouched atop the eastern wall.

Su Qin’s hand moved swiftly, placing a broken sword across the throat of the man with the horse-like face. The chilling cold forced the man to restrain his underlings’ impulses immediately.

“Where are you planning to take it? What are you going to do with it? Like its parents long ago, are you going to use it as a test subject?” Ze Jin demanded sternly.

“Brother Du, we meet again—ha, truly kindred spirits in hardship.” Li Xiangyang’s youthful face, illuminated by the jade sword’s light, looked strikingly handsome and upright.

“Whoosh!” The fire scene changed, splitting into three streams that surrounded the three brothers of the Jian family. Flames danced seductively, forming countless illusions of Du Meng wielding treasured swords. The three brothers waved their hands, and three sharp swords returned to their grasp. The blades flashed and slashed, shattering all the illusions.

“To inspire fear in so many ancient deities—could it be that this great transformation is a cataclysm?” Luo Chen’s thoughts stirred.

He remained silent. Huo Yubai wouldn’t have realized otherwise. With this question, she suddenly remembered—it was already afternoon, and she hadn’t eaten lunch.

Anyone who went online would know Jiang Yandong’s fiancée—devoted, gentle, and good-natured.

Yet, whether through her actions or words, she wielded a peculiar charm that subtly guided Lady Rong without leaving a trace.

Many places had been leveled; Long Zaiye and Zhuang Ziliang accompanied the builders, carrying blueprints and constantly pointing out details.