Chapter 149: Heading There Once More

In the following two weeks, the once unruly Zhao Shuchang, having been reprimanded, indeed stopped causing trouble and no longer bullied Fang Zhiyin. As long as this woman kept her antics in check, she cooperated well with others and rarely messed up.

Fang Zhiyin busied herself with her own work, occasionally collaborating with Gong Xueming to revise the script under the director’s instructions, without any particular worries.

Whenever she had free time, she would go out for a stroll with Ouyang Junyan, who genuinely came just to keep her company. When Fang Zhiyin was busy, he wouldn’t leave, simply staying in the hotel.

One day after work, Fang Zhiyin saw him arrive at the set with a box full of drinks and snacks, and suddenly remembered that he always came personally to see her, waiting patiently in the hotel. She felt a wave of guilt overwhelm her.

After saying this, she reached out to push the door of the cart, but no matter how hard she tried, it wouldn’t budge. Turning around, she caught sight of Bi Qianmo raising the keys in his hand.

Even the mighty Emperor Jing’an, sovereign of the realm, now had no choice but to forgo the Phoenix Palace and instead visit Consort Pei.

Glancing at the two, Su Yuan’s delicate face darkened completely; at this moment, she realized she had been betrayed by her own manager and business partner.

However, this time Ye Chu would not allow Fu Tiantian to recklessly barge in; she had thought of a better plan.

Recently, Lin Lang planned to produce a Republican-era script, and as soon as the news leaked, many eager participants emerged. After the great fire at Fenghuang Palace, within a month, the event became household knowledge, and her status as a director soared. Seizing the opportunity, Lin Lang established a film and media company to recruit promising newcomers.

Watching Chen Xiyuan’s lecherous demeanor coldly, Wan Yihui felt furious, her anger surging straight to her chest. With a glare, she was on the verge of losing control.

She was utterly bewildered, even the mermaid general blushed with embarrassment. This princess was reckless and immature, not even recognizing the War God Yinghuo standing before her.

Feeling a warm breath near her ear, Yun Mu offered a faint, bitter smile before subtly turning her body away, avoiding Wu Feixu’s lips.

Just the thought of someone sneaking into her room undetected, possibly to slit her throat at any moment, sent chills down everyone’s spine; sleep was impossible under such fear.

Before Ye Chu finished speaking, everyone began to scrutinize Ye Jiarou anew, their gazes shifting noticeably.

Xia Mian’s face showed signs of struggle; seeing her softening expression, Chen Sinian couldn’t resist saying something that shocked her deeply.

The weasel demon’s head had a large hole broken open, black and green mottled patterns crawling across it—dead beyond revival.

Its attire was extravagantly luxurious and solemn, drawn by seven fine horses, symbolizing supreme nobility.

Today, it was Cheng Jingchen who proactively suggested coming over. Seeing him speak this way, Xia Mian thought he had something important and nodded in agreement.

Unfortunately, with too many stones, the killing power inevitably lessens. Even if these stones struck wild dogs, they would only leave crimson scars.

When she first woke, she merely turned on her phone to check the time, only to see countless missed calls from Cheng Jingchen. Now, Xia Mian still assumed the calls were from him.

The second matter: perhaps he was a crucial NPC in this game. If she hadn’t chosen to save him, she might have missed some important information.

Right, the Bone Dao soldier could also evolve to achieve the same effect. Which path was that again?

After a short intermission, Song Ming paced back and forth, reviewing the footage just shot, a wild smile creeping up his lips.

Now he regretted it deeply—truly regretted it. When going shopping, one should bring a few young, pretty, obedient girls. Why bring these two foxes along?

This investigation was serious. The moment Yue Fengyang’s soul force touched the red liquid encased in the blue crystal, a fierce and violent aura surged into his mind. The sudden impact made his body sway and his head throb painfully; he hastily steadied himself against the counter.

Belle’s face, smooth and tender like egg whites, trembled slightly as Gu Xiang’s lips withdrew.

Returning to the back door, encouraged by me, Tony slowly reached out his hand toward the entrance. This time, with no obstruction, his hand smoothly extended outside.