Volume One, Chapter 55: Let Her Walk Away on Her Own

Fu Heng snapped, "Shut your mouth!"

At these words, Jiang Yan knitted her brows tightly. She had always loved Yuan-yuan dearly; even if the child were never to speak a word for the rest of her life, she remained the apple of her eye.

Hearing this woman hurling insults at the child left and right, tears of sorrow welled up in her eyes.

How was this any different from stabbing a knife straight into her heart?

Si Rong approached Jiang Miaorou, bowed respectfully, and presented the formula directly to her, saying:

"She is completely fine. I didn't hurt her. Why should I apologize to her?" Kang Chenning had only meant to frighten her and did not feel she had done anything wrong. She must apologize to her and beg for her forgiveness.

The old lady was extremely satisfied. In just a few short days, the Zheng family had prepared all the betrothal gifts in strict accordance with proper etiquette. Looking at the courtyard filled to the brim with items, it was the first time in over ten days that a smile graced the old lady's face.

Then, those protruding and receding textures began to retract inward like self-adjusting, writhing monsters.

"Cough, cough, you silly girl. Grandpa is old too, and it is time to step down and make way for you young people. Go call Chen Ming over; I still have a few words for him!" Jiang Zhenten said, holding back his breath.

To the northeast of White Emperor City stood a magnificent mansion, occupying hundreds of acres with a thousand grand chambers and countless pavilions. Day and night, the delicate sounds of strings and flutes drifted out, melodious and enchanting, causing passing pedestrians to pause frequently and praise it in admiration.

"The main artery in her neck was bitten through, resulting in massive blood loss, and there's no hospital around here..." As Red Snake spoke, she slowly lowered her head in silence, revealing an unspeakable sorrow.

Standing nearby, Fatty and Lady Na all fell silent, quietly gazing upon the pair who had once been as close as father and son.

This well was about three meters wide, narrowing steadily the further down it went, with no end in sight to the naked eye. A bone-chilling, ghostly cold draft surged upward. The tunnel was pitch-black, resembling a monster with its jaws agape. As the group slowly descended to the bottom of the well, it felt as though they were walking right into the maw of this beast to trap themselves, a heavy stone pressing down upon each of their hearts.

Cranes perched upon the branches, spiritual deer drank by the springs, white gibbons wailed, and wild geese flew south. The scenery was deep, secluded, and bathed in a uniform, ethereal hue.

Que Zhi could not understand why he treated her this way. Her absolute sincerity had been ruthlessly shattered, leaving not even a speck of dust behind.

Tang Yu furrowed his brow slightly. Having heard many legendary tales about the guild master, he was quite eager to see what kind of extraordinary dragon among men this person truly was.

"Hey, Jiaqi, Jiaqi." Huo Jingyi scratched his head. It seemed he had stirred up trouble. He hadn't meant to make Ye Jiaqi sad—how was he supposed to know she would take it this hard?

Second Madam Luo: "..." The pit she had dug herself had to be filled, even if she knew she would be smashed to pieces in the process.

She had long suspected that Ji Changmu never got into a car accident, and she also suspected what had transpired between him and her older brother that time. Her sixth sense was remarkably accurate: Ji Changmu had not been in a car accident at all.

As the most economically prosperous region, Shanghai was filled with opportunities and challenges. In those turbulent times of unstable public order, it also represented helplessness and death to many more.

Jin Feng smiled dotingly, got up, and climbed out of bed. However, instead of lending his own phone to Gu Yu, he put on his clothes and left the room. After quite a while, he returned and handed a brand-new mobile phone to Gu Yu.

Frowning deeply, Luo Jiang asked her without answering: "Who was the one who called? Why did she know about Mother Jun being hospitalized?" And why did she rush to notify his mother at the very first moment?

Tuoba Liwei's figure trembled, and he was struck speechless, having no idea how to respond. Cold sweat poured in sheets from his forehead, soaking right through his garments.

Xu Wen let out a cold, almost provocative laugh. Yet down below the spell-casting platform, not a single Qi practitioner dared to meet his gaze. A dozen drifting glances fell upon the withered and dejected disciple of the Xuanbian Sect.

Bing Zhu watched in panic as she was forcibly dragged into the Elegant Bamboo Pavilion. The water gates on all four sides slowly rose, sending ripples shimmering across the sparkling water, while gauze curtains fluttered in the wind and green bamboos rustled softly.