Volume One, Chapter 141: The Boss Intercedes

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It was clear that Su’s mother’s so-called love was far too superficial. Su Ningxia had been foolish in her previous life, truly believing that the family’s love for her was unconditional. Only when Su Tingxue returned to her parents’ side did she fully realize that it was not love at all. It was exploitation.

Three days later, Su Ningxia and Qin Zhaochuan went to collect the admission notice. When she saw her name on it, she finally breathed a sigh of relief. Mu Yan and Jiang Jingheng stood aside, not approaching; there was no need for them to show concern at this moment.

Riding her bike halfway home, Ningxia suddenly realized it had been a long time since she had cooked a meal herself. Since Su had come to the house, almost all the chores had fallen to her—housework, electrical repairs, even tending the flowers and plants had been completely taken over by Su.

During this period, disaster struck Tianjiao Island. The outstanding talents from various races at the plaza began disappearing one after another—more than three thousand missing. Not only was Jin Wuhuan’s clone destroyed, but the consciousness used by Yun Qingyan to control Jin Wuhuan was forcibly erased by the Dao Ancestor Miao Jue.

Watching Wang Yuetian’s nimble figure and strange moves, Ma Jingwu became increasingly alarmed. He could not understand why his own vision was impaired under the poisonous fog, while Wang Yuetian seemed completely unaffected by it.

Anyone who could enter the house was no ordinary person; those who could put Chen Yaoting at ease were certainly extraordinary.

“That’s strangely beautiful,” Mu Yan said with admiration, suddenly remembering something and glaring at someone. Judging by Gao Yihao’s expression, he was probably suspecting that he had prompted Le Ya Xin, that annoying girl, to come.

“Hmph—I’m absolutely certain, without a doubt!” All the surveillance footage had been deleted; he did not believe Shen Wan could find any evidence proving it was him.

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The nurse greeted the middle-aged man who came in respectfully, “Director Zhang, hello.” Then, seeing the man who followed behind him, she was momentarily stunned.

The only thing she couldn’t understand was why people nowadays were so opportunistic—more politely put, they were sycophantic; less politely, they looked down on others like dogs.

He felt a sharp force seemingly fixed on him, continuously encroaching his space.

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye. Hao Yunzheng had sat behind the screen for two weeks straight, observing countless challengers. There were talented individuals among them, but none quite the type he was particularly eager for.

“My father led a surprise attack on the North Palace Gate and reclaimed control there. He’s probably already at Zhaoyang Hall. Lord Feng, you should hurry to aid the emperor, or else my father will claim the glory again,” Xian Yuanhong joked.

“What do you mean by that?” The Virtuous Consort disliked the people of Chenxi Palace, and naturally, Duan Xiu shared her mother’s animosity. Duan Xiu also disliked the Imperial Noble Consort and her entourage.

Under Su Fan’s intense gaze, Xiao Ting felt as if he were being watched by a ferocious beast. Even in the hot spring, goosebumps rose layer after layer on his skin.

After speaking, the man strode towards Hao Yunzheng. Outside the door, eleven medical saints from Xinglin, including the once seriously injured Imperial Physician Yang, all entered together.

Hearing their conversation, the curtain of the carriage window was briefly lifted then closed again. The man returned inside.

“That’s right.” Meng Lei’s tone was steady; he had long known Zheng Hanfei was aware of his intentions. He remained silent only to prevent Zheng Hanfei and Zheng Hanxue from disliking him, as no one appreciates being watched.

Turning his head, he saw the wild jungler selected yesterday. They hadn’t interacted much, so he didn’t know his name, but judging by his focused demeanor, he understood why the guy was chosen.

Tang Junfeng stared curiously at Lin Anqi’s strange expression. His eyes swept over Lin Anqi’s shocked face like floodlights, full of inquiry.

Tang Junfeng stopped halfway through his sentence, hesitating. Chen Peng stood still, not really sitting down.

Shangguan Wenjing twisted her body, reluctantly being half-pushed and half-led out of the private room by Jiang Fei.

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“Prepare for a trial lecture next week. Your student is an Arab international student. Prepare well and do your homework,” Professor Zhang patted her shoulder.

It was like an invisible continuation of life—though he was dead, he could still exert influence, shaping Qin Ting’s life.

Love—how beautiful and terrifying a thing it was. It arises unknowingly, growing ever deeper, allowing the living to die and the dead to live again.

Tang Junfeng opened a bottle cap, poured some faintly fragrant liquid into his palm, put the bottle down, dipped his forefinger in it, and gently applied it to Mi Xue’er’s delicate collarbone.

However, unlike martial arts, this cultivation method, once a certain level was reached, could extend one’s life by hundreds of years.

Seeing two emperor-level super-rich individuals in the same livestream room shocked everyone. They felt fortunate to witness two emperor-ranked tycoons at once. Some even took screenshots to boast in their friend circles.

Was Cheng Shifei’s martial talent poor? Absolutely not. If it were, even with Gu Santong’s power, he wouldn’t have been able to contend with the Iron-hearted Marquis in the later plot.

“Gentlemen, please come inside. After crossing this mountain pass, you will reach the arena. Please refrain from causing trouble once there,” a monk gestured and allowed Xuan Yue and Gong Yang Sheng to enter a mountain path.

This was well known: Huo Wushang, a young leader in the business world and CEO of Xuanyuan Group, was a man of his word. How could he break promises lightly?

Suifeng was already drawing his sword; Lu Yu couldn’t stop him. Such a swordsman and sword enthusiast granting you an audience was already a favor. Interrupting someone’s mission was a grave offense, almost like burning bridges.