Chapter 33: Injured? Take Off Your Clothes

Two days had passed since that phone call, yet the plaza still had not received any news of Wen Zongfu. Mrs. Wen’s anxiety had become visible to the naked eye; even a cold sore had appeared on her lips.

Seeing this, Jiang Mi brewed her some chrysanthemum tea to dispel the heat. Aside from keeping her company, there was nothing else she could do for now.

Who would have thought that Wen Xianglian would come knocking again so soon after leaving in embarrassment the last time?

As soon as she entered, she...

News from Wen Qing was almost always answered within seconds. Their president probably liked her best of all—there could be no other explanation.

Liu Yun’s voice over the phone sounded pitiful. If Jiang Li had not known that his mother was a consummate actress, he might truly have believed her.

It seemed that Miao Yufeng, the young master of the family, had probably lent a hand behind the scenes as well. Otherwise, relying on Xiao Zichen alone, it would have been impossible for so many celebrities to join Weibo all at once.

A sharp glint flashed through Ling Meng’s eyes. She took the mustard-seed pouch, fastened it around her waist, and looked at the waiter with great satisfaction.

Watching her run excitedly into the room to change clothes, Jiang Li could not help smiling.

Zhang Yunli sat wearily on the sofa nearby, covering his face with both hands in an obvious attempt to avoid reality. Qin Meng might have lost his memory and might not remember any of this, but Zhang Yunli simply could not bring himself to give up. He wanted to come and try.

With more and more customers paying their bills, there were not enough cashiers at the front desk, so even the manager had gone over to help ring people up.

At that meal, Ning Yu received more enthusiastic helpings from her mother than ever before. Even Ning Xia and Li Xin took turns showering her with exaggerated praise.

The official account posted an apology on its microblog and explained that the reason for disappearing for a day was that she had returned home to pay respects to her ancestors. No one believed her explanation, however, and rumors instantly spread across the internet. Many people had already begun gathering so-called “evidence.”

Zhen Hua could hear the loneliness in his words. Perhaps he was also the first person to return to the school after falling on hard times. Otherwise, he would never have received that phone call. Perhaps he was also the first old acquaintance the man had encountered after his downfall.

As someone who had been through it himself, Lie Yaoji could more or less guess half of what Chang Tian and the others were thinking. As a brother, Fatty San really ought to inform his friend. But the other man had not done anything outrageous, and if Fatty San rashly went over to speak ill of him, it would only damage the bond between them.

They had originally agreed on fifteen minutes, but he had solved the problem in less than ten. That was enough to prove my judgment had been correct, so I said nothing more and simply tossed the card to him.

At first, the water in the bottle churned faintly. Then a vortex suddenly formed, and the water began surging upward toward the mouth of the bottle.

Chu Ze finally nodded. After all, this was the only option left. They could do nothing but grit their teeth and give it a try.

“What? You’re saying that people from the four great families have joined the battle ahead?”

Angry voices rang out inside the tent. Chu Ze and Yuan Ming were secretly listening from outside, and they recognized the speaker as Wuqing.

Although I knew something about this matter as well, remembering how I had neglected her before, I still decided to take care of her to the very end.

Kidney failure could, in almost every case throughout the world, only be slowed down. It could not ultimately be cured and was considered an incurable disease.

“Don’t overthink it.”

Liu Sanqian thought so too, but she could only offer Yang Wanyan that consolation.

Seeing that the visitors meant trouble, Juxiang hurriedly told her children to put more food into their bowls. Then she led them out of the main room and back to their own room to eat.

After all, the White Tiger Banner had not come into his possession for no reason. Since he possessed a tool capable of killing an enemy with a single strike, why pretend to be a gentleman and insist on fighting one-on-one? If he lost in a fair duel, it would probably be even more humiliating than using the White Tiger Banner.

Duzhuo thought about it. If even the Divine Dragon Emperor could not withstand that thing, what could he and this demon, whose abilities remained impossible to discern, possibly do? If everyone were trapped here, then even if the people above wanted to come down and rescue them, it would be useless. They would only be throwing themselves into the trap.