Volume One, Chapter 117: Negotiation

Hearing Shen Xingchen call her "Chao Chao," Shen Chaowu genuinely felt disgusted, a visceral nausea.
She didn’t like it at all.
Only when she was useful, only when he needed to use her, would she receive these few words of warmth.
In her past life, she had treasured such intangible familial affection as if it were precious, yet all it brought her was a tragic end.
This time,
Of course, the greatest reason was the sudden sense of danger that arose deep within his heart—if they pressed forward any further, they would surely enter perilous territory.
“Today, we go in,” the strategist declared loudly, walking ahead without looking back.
This was the true nature of a Jianghu hero—when a promise was made, it was kept to the letter and proclaimed for all to hear; when it was time to turn one’s back and break a promise, there was no hesitation, no moral restraint, only the ability to cut things off completely at any moment.
After Yao Guangqi and the other two disembarked, the fleet remained quiet for two consecutive days. Everyone acted as if nothing had happened; the fleet continued northward without delay, covering over a hundred miles each day. At this pace, in two more days, they would enter Shandong province.
First, the use of martial energy was forbidden within city limits; once used, it would alert the city patrol guards.
Like Yelü Shi, Yelü Liang was also anxiously awaiting news, but his patience was thinner. Moreover, his mind would not allow him to remain patient. Before midnight, he dispatched two scouting parties—one toward the ferry crossing and the other toward Yelü Shi’s direction—to gather information.
On the fifteenth day of the second lunar month, the vernal equinox, before noon, Yao Guangqi received the report: Zhao Quande, the Shandong inspector, was dead.
As for… these things, Qi Zihan didn’t want to know. He only wished to understand whether Qin Yuxi truly liked him or if it was just because of a story that she had pledged herself to him.
After the call, Qin Fen rang Mrs. Luo, the owner of Maple Grove Tower, informing her that the undesirable elements within the building had been thoroughly dealt with.
Was it related to the subway construction, or something else? Tang Fei pondered silently. After some thought, he couldn’t come up with a reason, so he simply stopped thinking about it.
“Am I really that bad?” Chen Yukun asked awkwardly. He had always thought of himself as a man of principle, never imagining he had been so despicable in his past life.
Ye Shuang’s true age was about twenty, at the peak of youth and beauty. Although she was equally vibrant and spirited, she seemed more composed than other girls her age.
The trio’s research focused not only on continuity but also on preserving several original traits. The more manifestations of Yin energy’s characteristics were present, the harder it was to add new traits, as later features would easily conflict with those already established.
Zhou Xinian delayed the milk company’s board meeting with various excuses, while Gao Xian certainly wouldn’t foolishly wait.
Li Yang smiled at the male instructor and ran toward Li Ying. The instructor looked surprised—was this student Li Ying’s relative?
The staff accompanying the show breathed a sigh of relief, no longer needing to worry about being overwhelmed by fans.
Tan Jue did not enter the carriage but instead sat cross-legged beside the coachman in silence.
Qin Feng sat upright on the wide throne near the crystal orb, eyes half-closed, concentrating on the ancient starship’s trajectory. It was easy to control; once the destination was set, the rest required little attention from its master. Even if danger arose, the starship could defend itself or evade in advance.
How much time passed, no one knew, but Chen Xiang felt the surrounding winds begin to tremble continuously. Without looking, he knew another typhoon was steadily approaching and merging with his own.