Chapter 15: But Didn’t My Mother Die?

Divorciada nos anos 70 para focar nos estudos, casar de novo com um jovem militar foi uma vitória absoluta. Shang Shiyi 2051 words 2026-08-04 04:15:53

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Though that thing had done nothing, Heixiaozi felt as if countless ants were gnawing inside his eyes, causing pain and itchiness. His vision was filled with dense black shadows, blurring everything indistinctly.
Zhang Su cautioned that the fire dragon was now less than three hundred meters from the convoy. He jumped down from the driver’s seat, clutching a hand grenade tightly.
It wasn’t that she wanted Jiang Qi to stay overnight; she simply sensed something was off but couldn’t figure out why, so she stopped pondering it. In any case, not having to share a bed with this cheap husband was ultimately a blessing, and she was quite satisfied with their current frosty yet respectful relationship.
Between you and Gu Zeyan, you can be friends, but only friends—nothing more.
As for his cooking skills, Rong Chen always thought it was edible, but whether it was good, he truly had no idea. After all, besides himself and his comrades, Tan Xue’er was the first to taste his cooking.
Jin Nanxue glanced secretly at Madam Zhang and saw that she lowered her eyelids, not looking at the tender mother-child scene before her, yet a subtle, unmasked trace of mockery curled the corner of her mouth.
Shen Yutong breathed a slight sigh of relief; as long as the leader was willing to give her a chance, there was hope for a turnaround.
“Whether they take a liking to each other or not, introduce them first. Sometimes fate isn’t determined by age or background,” Director Xie said with a smile.
Zhou Yitang’s resistance ended in vain, and as a consequence, the two shadows trailing her never disappeared until she graduated from kindergarten.
In the eyes of the Thunder General, Ying’s changes were due to wear and tear; thus, she no longer needed to obey Ying’s commands and began to follow her own will.
Someone blocked his way ahead. Lin’s face darkened under the gloomy sky. When he saw Assistant Dong, he suddenly froze. At that moment, Chang Ruosheng seized the opportunity to break free from his grasp.
When the older brother helped that beautiful woman, no one stopped them because they believed that by treating her well, she would reciprocate in kind.
She indeed harbored a secret she couldn’t tell him. If she revealed it as he wished, would he still remain so calm and persist in his words?
I furrowed my brows slightly and pursed my lips in thought. I figured that making an excuse to Yu Minghui tomorrow not to accompany him to class might be too hasty or easily seen through. It was better to settle it tonight and avoid suspicion.

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Chu Yun narrowed her eyes slightly. Jiang Jinyan and Jiang Muheng must be close friends. Otherwise, given his repeated refusals to Jiang Meixin, the devoted brother Jiang Muheng would surely impose new rules at Kangjia Hospital.
Gu Xidong returned quite late. Recently, he spent many nights attending social events and was driven home by a chauffeur. He had drunk quite a bit and squinted upon seeing the car parked under the dim yellow streetlamp at the door.
She could no longer hear the screams or the jeering; she believed her expression by now could no longer be described as merely stunned.
This was clearly prearranged. Qi Anluo knew opposing it was useless, so he scratched his nose and obediently agreed.
“It’s hard to say. What if there’s some world-shaking divine medicine in the pill room?” Ye Jingyao remarked lightly. From his tone, he didn’t seem particularly concerned, merely speaking casually.
No one knew exactly what his relationship with Chu Shaoling was, nor about his affairs with Lu Chenxi, or what he truly intended to do.
But handing it over to the steamed bun shop owner like that would be tantamount to admitting he was a fraud, wouldn’t it?
A gleam of excitement flashed in Lin Feng’s eyes as he hurriedly stood and rushed to the door to open the hotel room.
He found Li Changshou completely immersed in conversation with the man with inverted triangle eyes, seemingly oblivious to the current situation.
At this moment, everyone had clearly concluded that Zhao Qingxue was a fraud, and naturally, no one sided with her; instead, they all mocked her.
The matter was serious. Bai Rushuang said little, merely instructing him to be careful on the road.
Yan Luo’s expression was filled with horror. No wonder mortals vanished or died mysteriously after breaking taboos—he himself had nearly fallen victim just now.
“Not many, fewer than when I went fishing with Brother Xiaoyun. Just caught a dozen or so fish,” Chen Xiaohu said.
After the incident, Ning Shanhe had dismissed most of his servants to avoid suspicion, keeping only a few.

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A young man dressed in a biker leather jacket, sporting a foil perm, swaggered boldly inside.
Murong Lingfeng nodded. “You’re quite clever, knowing to strike at the magic crystal!” Yet she tenderly took Yun Mo’s hand and pulled out a bottle of spirit water to cleanse his wounds.
Seventh Uncle remained undaunted. Golden sword light flickered beneath his feet as he flashed repeatedly, like a golden thunderbolt. Chanting strange ancient incantations, he moved through the fiery sea. Each time he appeared, he stamped fiercely on the stone slabs. At his seventh flash, Seventh Uncle roared fiercely.
Wang Jin and Li Kui fought beside Luo Qian, attacking the city while protecting him, for Luo Qian was their lord.
Kagura Chihaku’s gaze followed Xie Xuan, who worked closely with Su Nan. Turning around, she saw Wang Xia and Bawang fully equipped as well.
Yao Ran was stunned at first, then burst into hearty laughter. Realizing it was late, he quickly lowered his voice, pursed his lips, and shook his head. He patted Lang Mao on the shoulder.
With a clang of metal, Zhang He was uninjured, but his spear was knocked away by the golden brick.
“Well then, Chulong Oni, Xiuzhi, I look forward to your guidance in the future,” Zhiyan greeted them warmly.
“Heh heh, you’ve made your plans. Come on, this time you strike first,” Sheng Yuan taunted with a beckoning finger.
“So it’s Prince Sheng. I’ve heard much about you,” the words were polite, but Gong Yu’s demeanor showed no respect at all.