Chapter 28: A Pinky Promise to Deliver a Bomb

Qi Zhiping stepped out of the elevator and saw Linda from the secretary’s office waving at him. "President Ye was just looking for you. Where did you run off to?"

"I went downstairs to pick up a document."

"President Ye needs the introductions for the companies shortlisted for the art exhibition. I’ve already prepared them; you should go in now." Linda handed him the organized files.

Qi...

"Zi'an, want to play hide-and-seek?" Xinghai hopped over to him, asking with a face full of anticipation.

With hurried and chaotic footsteps, Feng Qianyuan rushed in, gazing at the pale face on the bed—the one he had yearned for day and night. Seeing that emaciated body, he was lashed by a wave of intense self-reproach.

Donghuang Taiyi’s hands danced repeatedly, leaving countless afterimages in the air. One by one, massive handprints condensed instantly, annihilating the incoming finger shadows.

You may argue and make all the noise you want, but you could at least consider him. He was right there in his bed, and he felt far too embarrassed to get up.

This was the Zhao family’s ancestral home, a manor-like complex that was considered second to none, even among the wealthy districts on the mountaintop.

With only about ten days left until the New Year, he had another matter to handle and arrange: the rehearsals and performances for the Pearl Television Station.

Following the rite of apprenticeship that Shui Han had originally created as a joke to tease Er Ya, the ceremony began. This ritual was now considered sacred; other than Shui Han himself, no one in the world knew that it had all started as a prank.

In the distance, Yi Xingyun was stunned, his jaw nearly hitting the ground. He rubbed his eyes a dozen times, still unable to believe what he was seeing.

Ruan Xiangqin waited until the shop had closed for the night and Du Moran had gone to sleep before she quietly went to knock on Lin Guozhi’s door.

The three of them lay on lounge chairs, with Wang Hongyun striking a casual, sexy pose. Although Wang Hongyun’s combat prowess didn't match Gao Qi’s, he worked out regularly, so his physique was naturally impressive; while he didn't have an eight-pack, he did have six.

Since those secret guards had already been killed, they shouldn't have leaked anything; otherwise, the Ghost-Faced General would have come to cause him trouble long ago.

"Of course not. Actually, Dad, at the time, I wanted you to win the contract on your own, but you weren't confident and insisted on asking for help from your sister-in-law's family. But that’s fine too—it saves you from working too hard!" Sanye knew her father wasn't really angry, so she said dismissively.

"You've already made up your mind, so what’s the point of asking me? If I don't agree, will you not go through with the marriage?" Elder Gao retorted.

Wei Ruolan stamped his feet in anger several times, cursing and saying that those six were not worth a thousand deaths, and that even carving out their hearts would be getting off easy.

"Sister, you... you have a ten-thousand-year medicinal herb? You didn't pick that in the Hundred Beasts Ridge, did you? Weren't they all supposed to be handed over?" Bai Yunfei asked, full of suspicion.

Chu Luoyi’s heart sank completely. If the Emperor of Nanzhao was using her as bait to set a trap for Bei Liuyun, what could she do?

Taking advantage of the magical beast’s distraction, Hao Tianming seized the opportunity and retreated rapidly. After running for a while, seeing that the beast wasn't chasing him, he slowed down and felt relieved, walking along while considering how to deal with the situation.

Besides, he still remembered to send An Ke'er back to rest. She had just been dead drunk, and if he delayed too long, the cold wind might cause further trouble. If something happened to An Ke'er, he wouldn't know how to answer to old man An.

But why was her luck so good? Ten years ago, she had clearly been cast into the abyss, yet now she hadn't only returned, but was living even better than before.

With the Great Elder dead and the Third Elder severely wounded, even if the remaining Fourth and Fifth Elders joined forces, they would certainly be no match for Huo Litian.

Without the loan support of the Bank of France, even Napoleon could not guarantee that hundreds of thousands of people would continue to pledge their allegiance to him.