Volume 1, Chapter 39: Keep Running, Your Mother Is Waiting for Me

While Liu Dong was busy indulging in his romantic escapades, Ye Aotian was not idle either. Relying on his status as Tang Lei’s "husband," he was thriving within the Tang Group. Tang Yun had originally been wary of Ye Aotian, but now that he had become her son-in-law, she found it difficult to say anything. After all, her wayward son was her own flesh and blood, and following his infidelity, she felt that she had perhaps been too neglectful in caring for him.

The two, who had been furious just moments before, immediately smoothed their expressions the moment they turned their heads. Madam Dong thought to herself that once she reached Shangjing, she would certainly visit Ciyun Temple to have the Buddha’s statue regilded and light two eternal lamps. It would serve as a way to accumulate merit for Ni'er, praying that she might henceforth live a life of health and longevity.

"Woof! Woof! Woof!" Just as the sisters were chatting happily, a snowy-white Pekingese dog with not a single stray hair suddenly darted to their feet, barking fiercely at them.

He then grabbed a broom to destroy the evidence, and only after the spilled tea had been completely covered by dirt did he return to the courtyard with the tea set, acting as if nothing had happened.

The muffled thud that followed triggered a chorus of gasps. Immediately after, bright red blood soaked through the pristine tablecloth and began to drip down the edge.

Before she could finish her sentence, Johnny and Joseph came running from the distance, dragging an old man who looked to be about fifty years old.

Then, a furry, long, and thick object fell from the air, slamming into the ground with a thunderous crash.

To him, the transformed ability was one that enhanced defense but diminished offensive power.

To tame a rampaging demonic beast, the techniques of beast-taming were indispensable. Although the Lin family now possessed these techniques, no one had learned them yet, and he was not even sure if anyone could.

Others might be wary of his status as the Young Master of the Demonic Sect and fear killing him, but she was a martial arts master of exceptional caliber and had no such reservations.

Several news media reporters arrived to broadcast the event live. In an instant, the news stirred all the citizens of Jiangnan Province. Murong Xiyue and Wang Qiqi, having just returned from the pedestrian street, turned on the television and were shocked to see the scene.

I spent the whole day tidying up the house from top to bottom. The thing I love most about this apartment is the massive floor-to-ceiling window; because of the height of the floor, I can see a vast stretch of the landscape.

Nan Zhan finally took Zhengzheng to an underwater restaurant in a children's amusement park, where they could enjoy delicious food while watching marine animals swim past the glass dome.

Silently grumbling to himself, Rick pulled up the quilt and stared blankly at the ceiling, his mind already drifting to who knows where.

Fu Mushang returned to the company with his usual composure, handled his affairs as he always did, and went home at dinnertime.

The others looked at one another, the excitement they had felt earlier long since evaporated.

Jun Zhe took out a silk handkerchief and washed Linghu Lan’s fingers one by one. After washing them, he wiped them dry bit by bit, and only after a careful final inspection did he let go of her hand.

Xu Jiyan’s helpless expression instantly turned into a mix of laughter and tears. He reached out to ruffle Su Tong’s hair, and seeing her frowning in frustration, he arched an eyebrow and laughed.

At this, a sound escaped Chen Wei’s throat—a whimper that seemed filled with resentment. She bit her lower lip hard, staring at Chen Rong with tear-filled, stubborn eyes, waiting for her to continue.

"This kid, he really doesn't know a good deed when he sees one! I kindly offered to help him get dressed, and he doesn't even appreciate it." He Yi rubbed his nose, feeling a sting.

He Qingfan had only just grasped his sword when a bolt of lightning suddenly struck him on the head. He was left with dark lines across his face and a blackened brow—a clear omen of impending bloodshed.