Volume One, Chapter 113: Do You Only Love Your Son?

Yan Qiuning had long lost count of how many times he’d been moved by her. He wanted to make up for every regret from his previous life, to mend her heart, once ravaged and barren, piece by piece.

As everyone in Shenzhen knew well, high expenses went hand in hand with high salaries in this city. Luoluo, at least, had graduated from university. Finding a job here, anything less than eight thousand a month would be unthinkable; ten thousand was not uncommon, though only after two years of work could one hope to earn such a wage.

“Wife, you’ve got it all wrong.” Jing Tianchen’s handsome face loomed close to Ke Xixi, his voice intoxicating as it drifted into her ear.

Once the firewall was breached, the virus spread rapidly, paralyzing the entire Xingying network.

“What is it?” boomed a middle-aged man seated to the old man’s right. “You’re still not willing to give up?” A long scar slashed across his face, passing through the corner of his eye, giving him a rather fearsome appearance.

Ling Moyu removed his own clothes and put on another’s, preparing to find his own opportunity to slip into Zhuo’s ranks and head to the front lines. He looked at the body sprawled on the ground, pale flesh spilling out, round head and big ears. It was a pity the man’s features were so plain; otherwise, with their similar height and a little makeup, he would have passed for him easily. But this one was simply too ugly.

These catchphrases of the prominent figures had already become popular across the internet, and yet Xia Xing took them up just to poke fun.

Han She glanced up at Gao Li, whose expression remained unchanged—whatever calculations he was making, none showed on his face.

Han Yin scratched his head in embarrassment. Though he knew it was only a matter of time, though both had long acknowledged each other, the moment still flustered him.

The white jade fox cried pitifully as she crawled forward, collapsing at Hua Suchen’s feet and clutching his ankle.

The unkempt old priest brought Ye Lingchen into the Phoenix Roost, and under Madam Sang’s guidance, they went straight to the second floor.

The ground was slick all around; it was clear this pit had been dug by hand, and not recently, but around two weeks ago.

Everyone stared, stunned by the scene. Some screamed and fled in panic, some collapsed where they stood, legs turned to jelly, while others desperately burned their inner reserves, brandishing swords and hacking at the ground beneath their feet.

I began to consider what to talk about with her. If she wanted to hear stories from before I joined the army, I’d have to think back carefully.

The next day, the two awoke—it was election day, and a sense of pressure weighed upon everyone.

But He Yunchu was terribly lazy, reluctant to rise, so Cheng Yujin finally woke her with a gentle, intimate tone. When He Yunchu came out and found breakfast laid out on the table, she looked to Cheng Yujin, who wore a face full of pride.

Casually fishing a fire attribute magic core from the white bag, Chen Shi tossed it straight into his mouth, crunching it to pieces with a sound like breaking glass.

Wu Qixian walked over, intending to take advantage of the moment to touch He Yao’s hand, only to be kicked away by her.

After He Sinuan left, she cashed in the money from the check and returned home. She called President Li, sobbing as she recounted everything that had happened. President Li reassured her, promising he would take care of it.

He was thoroughly enjoying himself; if it hadn’t been daytime and with business still to attend, he might have stayed the night right then.

Indeed, with Liang Chen’s current fortune, he didn’t feel at all cheated by the system—in fact, he was more excited than ever.

Jing Xiang, dressed in simple clothes, remained calm and composed, which made Zhu Wen see him in a new light.

“Get in, your father’s already waiting for us,” Xu Wei said, rolling down the car window without bothering to get out.