Chapter 41: Affection Meter Overflows Non-Stop

In the second week of January, fifteen days remained before the Spring Festival at the end of the month.

During this time, she received two letters mailed from Sichuan Province. Lacking the courage to open them, she placed them under her pillow immediately after signing for them.

She had also taken the fox away from the military dependents' residential compound and was now sharing a two-bedroom apartment with Xue Feifei.

Aside from going to work, Jiang Shiyi spent this period accompanying and caring for Zhou Huailing in the hospital ward.

Zhou Huailing was recovering very well from her surgery and would be ready in another two or three days.

Fang Tianbao thought to himself: Damn it, the genuine brand is "Arctic Person," while the knockoff is "Arctic Benevolence." Who would have thought Hou Tianxiang could be so ignorant just buying underwear. Fine, I will show him how many eyes Master Bao really has.

The white figure’s gaze was icy, tinged with contempt. Liu Han shrugged and said, "Since the senior doesn't dare to reveal his name, nor even show his true face, I wonder what the senior is afraid of?" A flash of anger crossed the white figure’s eyes. Liu Han laughed heartily, suddenly drifting backward in a fluid motion. The white figure was slightly stunned before flying into a rage, flashing forward in pursuit.

The three of them had already finished eating and were slowly sipping their tea, their gazes constantly drifting toward the docks and the men of the Salt Transport Gang.

"Why do it this way?" Liu Xiaomei asked with wide eyes, showing her incomprehension. Yet, a bad premonition was already welling up within her heart—something had definitely gone wrong. As for who had met with misfortune, she still had no idea.

Wherever the chill passed, every single meridian felt as though it were being hacked by knives and cleaved by swords, gripped by a sensation of impending rupture.

However, if they entered the mountains, they were bound to encounter them. I wonder where Senior Brother Jian Hui is right now? From the very beginning, Hongjian had isolated "Flowing Water's Kindred Spirit" within her Universe Bag. She had no idea how many times he might have tried to contact her. Entering a sect's secret realm was no easy feat; perhaps he simply had no time to spare for her right now.

However, in BOB, when a player vanished, the weapon they were wielding did not. After Dark Wind was teleported out of the map, only his pistol was left lying on the ground.

That unfamiliar demonic beast leaped out from the vortex, lunging toward Hongjian. Rather than casting a spell, Hongjian did not even attempt to dodge. Cradling the "Baby Beast," she put on a complete act of being frightened out of her wits.

"Brothers, chop him into mincemeat for me..." Disrupted so abruptly by Gao Ling, Commander Kang's gun inside his trousers instantly went limp as well. Nevertheless, his hands continued to roam restlessly over Ma Sisi's body.

This sudden turn of events caught everyone completely off guard. Clearly, no one had expected him to choose such a method of escape. Yet, the reactions of both Lin Xingyuan and Tang Tian exceeded all expectations; the very moment that person vanished, the two of them had already disappeared from the upper level as well.

"If an accident happens to me, the Zhang family will undoubtedly choose the child, won't they?" Zhao Qiaozhen thought to herself.

After the others withdrew, Xia Hongmang leaned weakly against the head of the bed, supported by Murong Xuan. The two of them looked extraordinarily affectionate and cozy.

Zhuanxu expressed his innermost feelings, and the two esteemed consorts were utterly delighted, their faces simultaneously blooming with peach-blossom smiles.

Ignoring Tong Shuang's confusion and sorrow, Old Madame Ye instructed someone to summon Third Young Master Ye the moment she stepped into the room.

Murong Heng remained silent, only smiling as he gazed at his father—the exact same smile he had always worn, without the slightest change.

"I have no idea." Lin Yumeng shook her head. To mobilize over a thousand assassins simply to capture the three of them—just thinking about it made Lin Yumeng's scalp tingle. She was no idiot; she could never believe they had come purely for money. If money were truly the motive, they would have employed high-end assassins instead.

Placing a rocking chair there and turning on the music from her phone, an old song began to play softly.

Leaping forward, they arrived at the spot. It turned out that to prevent ocean disasters, the crowd was busy hauling earth and piling stones there to construct a coastal embankment.

Shu Qing had bought seven sets, each carrying a different significance, and Tan Jing had also picked out two sets for Tan Yanyan. Totalling nine sets, carrying them in her hands was quite a magnificent sight.

For matters to reach this stage was something Changsun Chong could never have anticipated. He had fundamentally never expected Wang Xingxin to dare to go and lodge a complaint with Li Er. In Changsun Chong's eyes, Wang Xingxin was the type of person who would rather avoid trouble than seek it out. Moreover, judging by his consistent past behavior, he simply lacked the guts to pick a fight with him, his brother-in-law, over a mere company commander.