Chapter 68: Unsightly

Zhao Wenjing merely smiled faintly, offering no response. Although Xu Yang was handsome and carried himself with remarkable poise, in this pragmatic world, someone without power or influence could hardly be of any real help to her. The few words of comfort she offered Xu Yang were nothing more than her distaste for Li Qing’s haughty demeanor.

Soon, the group stepped into a spacious private room.

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Everything felt like a dream—she had believed that the person was no longer here, yet now stood before her, alive and well. She did not know how long this surreal moment lasted; faintly, the cries of an infant reached her ears, and only then did she relax, a smile lingering at her lips as she closed her eyes.

Yet in that brief instant, Huo Jidu lowered his head, straightening her clothes with gentle care, his warm breath falling upon her hair, steady and domineering.

He truly hadn’t expected, just as he was about to seize the opportunity, to be intercepted by someone else—and that someone was Qin Yichen.

Suddenly, he recalled the photograph of Mont Blanc. Without hesitation, he abandoned Sui Tang and hurried back to Maire Sue’s room.

Jiang Guangguang’s taut nerves slowly relaxed, allowing her to lie quietly on the bed. Before doing any of this, she needed to first understand Cheng Jinyan’s daily routine.

By afternoon, Cheng Rongjian had already taken Jiang Guangguang out. He didn’t ask anyone to drive; he drove himself.

Watching Director Lin leave, she almost forgot the stern expression he wore when he first saw her.

Xuan Mo walked over directly. Qin Yu’an lay on the hospital bed, surrounded by various life-saving equipment; milk had spilled across his chest, his face was pale as porcelain, devoid of any color.

If it really was a dozen sets of numbers, then there was no way she could solve them within the allotted time.

Nangong Luojing listened impassively to the heavy sound of the door closing, feeling an unfamiliar discomfort in her gaze as it fell upon the window. In her heart, she knew Lan Lingxu’s sudden appearance surely meant he had something to say, so she waited silently for him to speak.

She was about to suggest that perhaps they could go as well, but the waiter had already brought over the microphone, turning it on, and gestured for Shui Han to speak to the boss downstairs.

Of course, for our detestable host, none of this mattered in the slightest. Based on the host’s current strength, they could easily sweep across the world. As the sworn enemy of the protagonist, my most beloved warrior, are you ready to carry evil to its ultimate end?

“There are actually two hundred thousand troops. It seems sending Volcano Island to face them is indeed a stretch,” Lin Ming remarked, studying the rows of data.

Watching his expression, she seemed to believe him—she believed what he said, though she couldn’t explain why.

Bathed in faint light, Tina’s features suddenly radiated a distinctly feminine glow in Newt’s eyes.

“Hey, buddy! Don’t worry, I mean nothing by it. Just happened to pass by and saw you busy, so I thought I’d check if you needed any help. Want a cigarette?” Old Seven smiled, pulling out a cigarette and offering it.

Zhao Shiyao grew anxious. Ji Mo was still badly injured—could something have happened? Last time, Ye Zhiling had told her that Ji Mo helped drive away Wang Shuhuai, who was harassing her. Might Ji Mo now face Wang Shuhuai’s retaliation?

Ye Qiong laughed softly, waved her hand, and turned to look at Abraham Erskine behind her.

When the show ended, An Xi appeared utterly distraught. She wasn’t foolish; she knew that after exposing Su Xiaxia for lip-syncing—and finding out the truth was otherwise—she would have to face the consequences herself.

A figure like the Ghost King would never pin the hope of pacifying Yue Jun solely on himself; he was surely treating himself as nothing more than a chess piece.

The basketball games between students officially began after the sports meet concluded, with the afternoon’s events proceeding in full swing. The most popular event remained the running races; those not participating in athletics took care of the competitors and cheered them on.