Chapter Fifty-Six: Fang Zhiyin Is Falsely Accused of Assault?

“Wife.” That night, after washing up, Ouyang Junyan lay beside Fang Zhiyin and asked her, “Do you want to enter the entertainment industry?”

“What?” Fang Zhiyin was almost asleep, but his question startled her awake. “Why would you think that about me?”

If this were the real Ouyang, he would never suspect such a thing.

“I just thought… otherwise, why would you choose to stay here with me?”

“It’s because of you! I don’t feel comfortable leaving you here alone,” Fang Zhiyin replied, a little exasperated.

“Are you worried something might happen between me and UI?” Only then did Ouyang Junyan realize. “Do you not trust me…”

“No,” Fang Zhiyin said. “I don’t trust that Chen Linlin.”

With such ability, Jia San had no need to join any city at all. All he needed was to find a powerful figure and cling to their side—with his talent for condensing water spheres, perhaps even without a million demon crystals, a supreme expert would be willing to take him away in the future.

The guards drew their swords and raised them, but unexpectedly, two sharp bursts of energy shot out from the Sword of the Flower Goddess, severing both guards’ hands.

After several months, Bai Qing looked much more spirited, and her sense of style had noticeably improved. It was said that she had found a job as a pharmacist in City S, making full use of her expertise.

As it happened, Wang Yuyan once again called Banxia on the internal line, telling her to come to the office. Banxia was preparing to obediently go and face her ordeal when her phone rang at that very moment.

During this period, Chen Xiyao came to see me once. She poured out everything she’d wanted to say to me over the past few years.

The roses Guo Lingling conjured looked like celestial blossoms—so beautiful that words failed to describe them.

“Shuo’er, now that you’re back, stay in the capital for a while! Young people need to get out and see the world—there’s nothing wrong with that. Even if you stumble now, you can still get back up. When you reach my age, it’s much harder to rise again,” said Shen Luoyao’s father, with a sigh.

Meanwhile, Feng Hua grew increasingly anxious, responding with indifference to the concubines’ thinly veiled attempts to curry favor, and ultimately refusing to see anyone at all.

When I was ten, my father learned that both my third brother and I loved martial arts, so he invited a great master—Grandmaster Ziyang—to teach us.

Sometimes, Shen Xing Wuyi felt as though he were the most wretched and lonely person in the world, and perhaps he truly was.

During his recovery, Qi Ming gathered much information. Notices seeking him from the Chu family had already been posted throughout Chu City.

Don’t think Yang Jiahua could stop him—he was the mantis, and Yang Jiazhen the oriole: forever aware of his weaknesses, forever knowing how to deal with him—the oriole.

No one knows how much time passed. Suddenly, the land ahead seemed to break off, with no end in sight. Even peering deep underground, there was no bottom—only endless mist. On the airship, Shen Xing Wuyi’s heart trembled violently. Here… where was this place?

He had given her so many beautiful memories, accompanied her through wild and lonely years.

His lips continued their kiss, pressing all his longing and yearning into her, until only their increasingly erratic breaths and slight trembling remained.

Yang Jiahua had no idea what had happened; his mind was blank, but he understood one thing: Qian Qiyue didn’t want to be near him at the moment. He sighed, blaming himself for being too hasty. He lingered at the door for a long while before finally leaving. He never knew the light inside burned brightly all night.

He realized his earlier idea of risking everything for survival wasn’t wrong—the error lay in letting this body make the choice to die.

When the clock in Japan struck midnight, it was only 11:00 p.m. in the eighth time zone—just an hour’s difference. The horizon had only just begun to touch the sky, yet darkness, ink-like and deep, had already spread across the heavens.

Suddenly, someone patted his shoulder. Like the first sunlight after winter snow, the ice frozen on his body and lips melted away. Shen Xing Wuyi gasped for breath, knowing he’d been caught by a powerful illusion. But what was really happening?