Chapter 112: Academician Fang’s Purpose

Shi Zixuan and Qin Xiaomian stayed in the Western Regions for a few days, with Lu Yu merely accompanying them on brief outings around Uqi City. Last year had been a hurried journey, leaving some places unexplored; this time, it could hardly be called travel—more like leisure.

Originally, the two women had hoped to spend time with Aisha, but since she had joined a tour group and was mostly away from the city, they were left somewhat disappointed.

On the last day of the holiday, Lu Yu saw the two women off at the airport. After watching them enter the departure hall, he suddenly felt inexplicably restless.

Wu Ling smiled and rose to answer the knock on the door before even picking up the phone. "Speak of the devil, and he shall appear! Here he comes!" she said warmly as she opened the door.

By the time Huang Lele thought she had teased them enough, it was already noon! The two had neither slept nor eaten all night, exhausted and famished. Given that Huang Lele and the others had already offered them chances, the pair quickly rallied their spirits to respond wholeheartedly.

When they found the son's body, every single personal item was missing, including the dagger, which had clearly been taken by the murderer. Therefore, whoever possessed these items must undoubtedly be the culprit.

At that moment, Ji Shangnan stepped out of his room and headed toward his VIP suite—a space he had long reserved for himself. Feeling unwell, he had come here seeking solace.

At this very moment, she deeply longed for Ouyang Luo, yearning for his warmth. But where was he?

Laughter erupted among the crowd again, even Tian Yi Xin Jiao, who had been sullen, covered her mouth and smiled softly.

With a simple acknowledgment, Ji Shangnan followed the person. Having navigated the business world for so long, Ji Shangnan had never been afraid. Though this opponent unnerved him slightly, he felt no fear—he faced everyone alone.

This stirred an unfamiliar fear in Zhou Yiping for the first time toward Ye Canxue, the enemy who had killed his son. He blamed himself for letting Ye Canxue go when he was in Luoyang City. Now, with Ye Canxue’s brazen return and formidable strength, it was certain she would come to Taihu Sect seeking revenge.

On the fifth day of the lunar new year, an unexpected visitor arrived at the house. Coincidentally, Liang Liang, Huang Xiaoyuan, and Grandpa Qin were all out, leaving only Lele and Grandma Qin at home with the two babies. The elderly and the young were playing with the children when the doorbell suddenly rang.

Five minutes later, before everyone’s eyes, Zhu Zhu took Li Fengli’s call, then declared she had matters to attend to and drove off. She was displeased and unwilling to be their unpaid chauffeur any longer. Whether they wanted to show off or give her a lesson, she simply had no patience or time for it.

Just as Ye Xiu had said, everyone was brimming with energy, radiating sharpness—each a master skilled in the art of hand and mind.

Only when the elevator stopped and the doors opened did Wu Shengwu pull Wen Tong out of the building and hail a taxi.

Wen Tong immediately took the documents from her hands, cradled them close, bowed in thanks, and turned to leave without a moment’s hesitation.

Watching over fifty tests completed, each participant emerged glowing with health and joy beyond measure.

A pile of millet was finally soaked through by rain as I braved the downpour, holding the sack open for my mother to push millet inside with a wooden rod. The dust rising from the sack stung my eyes, forcing me to turn away.

"Good!" the senior brother patted Lu Qianyuan on the shoulder, revealing the black-robed figure behind him.

Meanwhile, Cao Cheng remained oblivious to the impending disaster, continuing his report to Sun Chengfeng.

When I asked, burning with frustration, where their standards were and how they planned to improve, the answers I received were utterly disheartening.

Yet even so, many still looked at China through tinted glasses and prejudice, stubbornly believing it was the same old China as before.