Chapter 57: Repay Grievances with Grievances, Vengeance with Vengeance
Chen Wanxian spoke with such clarity and conviction that there was not a hint of guilt in his demeanor. For a moment, no one could discern who was truly human and who was a ghost. Chen Wanxian had the courage to keep a mistress, but he would never dare to line his own pockets—after all, that would be breaking the law.
Chen Yang trusted his father, so he stepped forward. “I am Chen Yang. You just said my father hasn’t settled accounts with you…”
Hearing his sister speak, Mo Yichen instantly felt a surge of vigilance in his heart, completely regarding Xue Chi as a villain trying to spirit away his naive little sister.
“Because the market will drop as soon as it opens tomorrow. The speed at which stocks rise and fall in Hong Kong is beyond what most people can bear,” I explained patiently.
Yet he also knew that a temporary lie could never last; rather than waiting for exposure and an even bigger scene, it was better to speak plainly now.
He picked out pork, beef, steaks—a heap of rich meats—then chose spring onions, broccoli, celery, and other fresh greens.
Though Feng Bing now spoke to him coldly, he understood it was due to her martial arts; deep inside, she still cared for him. On the mountain, only Li Shishui could converse normally with Feng Bing, and only Li Shishui could remain at ease before her.
No ordinary person could shake him—despite hiding his family’s techniques, he still had to expend some effort.
Two days ago, I had noticed a stock showing an upward trend, seeming to rise dramatically, though I couldn’t recall the specifics.
No, she was the sweetest dessert—he couldn’t devour her just yet, simply because he couldn’t bear to.
Fujiwara Shusuke looked at his younger brother with satisfaction; for the first time, he’d done so well, even if his words merely reflected his own thoughts.
Ye Qing’s gaze was far more complex. This fabric had once stirred up the rivalry between Lady Yuan, Lady Li, and Lady Shu, each scheming to tailor a new gown, with Lady Shu ultimately triumphing in splendor.
This was her sole hope of escaping control; if Baili Xia left like this, she could never dream of freedom in her lifetime.
Had this been an era of peace, he would merely be an incompetent monarch. Alas, Gao Yu still watched like a tiger, and Ye Qing’s lingering sense of crisis urged her to seize every moment.
Zhong Yinian had grown restless in the Gong household; fortunately, the Hei family was nearby. After much deliberation, Zhong Yinian decided to take a car to visit Pei Muran.
But now she had neither strength nor spirit to banter.
Baili Xia felt a hint of anxiety in her heart; the words made it clear—besides that afternoon, she had seen her second brother before.
Many had heard of Guo Cheng Ruoxue’s beauty but never seen her in person, so today everyone wished for a glimpse.
Lord Zhou Rong of the Court of Justice had nearly been exposed by the Imperial Palace of Shu Kingdom years ago. Fortunately, Xiao Diyuan intervened, allowing him to return to Shu Kingdom unscathed. Ever since, the Shu Palace would surely be more cautious in employing people. This time, slipping in again would not be so easy.
The sun was westering, its rays filtering through the treetops, casting mottled shadows across their faces, imbuing the scene with a rare serenity and beauty.
He agreed with Bai Yan’s thoughts, but the item belonged to Lu Zhe, so his approval was necessary.
Still, this was but a handful of cities. In the vast majority—or rather, across most of the Star Soul continent’s realms—oppression prevailed: dark, foreboding, and terror-laden.
His exclamation drew the attention of Zi Yuan, Zhou Qin, Su Chan, Ao Wushuang, and Chris, who all looked curiously at Shen Wancai.
Zhou Yuanqiang’s heart ached over the chamber’s losses. These insignificant organizations should have existed only to amuse him, but they had the misfortune to cross his path now. With a single order from Zhou Yuanqiang, they vanished from the river of history.