Chapter 53: Taking the Initiative to Greet His Entire Family

After finishing her words, Shen Wanru walked over to Qi Shurong’s side. “Mom, did I do something wrong? Look, Aunt Lin is angry with me.” Of course, she was well aware of the importance of today’s occasion; it was she who had deliberately invited Gu Yaxuan.

“No, you did nothing wrong.” After comforting her daughter, Qi Shurong turned to Lin Yuzhi and said, “Sister-in-law, since everyone is already here, why not let Yaxuan stay for dinner before she leaves? After all, it’s just one more pair of chopsticks.”

She could not bear to see her own daughter upset.

“I came here once in the spring, and after I got home, everything seemed to go much more smoothly.” Chen Baozhu forced herself to say this through gritted teeth; uttering these words nearly made her sick with disgust.

Shi Zelan carefully examined the collapsed city wall, following the fallen stones. The breach was right around the heart of the formation.

So, in the autumn, it was clear—the voice on the phone was a complete stranger, someone unknown on the other end.

Pushing aside the proclamation from England, Li Yian took a cigar, stood up, and spoke while walking.

All they knew was that something had happened at the Rainbow Welfare Institute; everything else remained a mystery.

Ye Xixi and Huangfu Sihan, upon hearing this, exchanged puzzled glances, their young faces full of confusion and incomprehension.

Unlike her, if she didn’t sleep well tonight, she could always catch up on sleep in the morning.

At that time, St. Ya had just given birth to the holy child Yao and was extremely frail, precisely when she needed the clan leader’s care the most.

Ye Feng, carrying his sword, eagerly sought out wild monsters, intending to test the power of his second talent.

In contrast to the romantic tales of Greek mythology, nothing in Norse mythology is eternal; everything moves from prosperity to decline, over and over, in an endless cycle.

“I’ve observed the temperaments of several of the princes, and the one I favor most is your fifth prince, Your Grace,” the concubine said.

If not for the sound of hammers repairing the ship, the whole cruise liner would have seemed like a ghost vessel.

Even worse, the angle from which the photograph was taken made the intimacy of the two people in it seem especially conspicuous.

“Thank you, Your Majesty, for your concern. I can feel the child stirring in my womb, and it fills me with happiness,” the gentle Consort Liu Yiren replied, her face alight with hope.

Kitada Hikaru had no idea how she made it home; the torment of her conscience and the desperate longing to be loved left her in turmoil.

The Fairy King had slender limbs and alabaster skin; she stood about thirty centimeters tall, with an exquisitely delicate face.

Some people even suspected whether Marquis Lin Jingsheng and his son Lin Qing’ang had committed some other grave, unspeakable offense.

After His Majesty’s ascension, the late Marquis Lin Yangguang did not pass away until several years later. There was Lin Qing’ang and his grandfather, and now, Marquis Lin Jingsheng and his grandson Lin Su—a lineage of grandfathers and grandsons.

Zhao Tian pressed his hands together, “I’m going to start eating.” This was actually the first time he had said this since coming to Japan.

Fang Bai appreciated guests who were so clean and efficient. After seeing the two off, he immediately opened the suitcase, only to find it was filled with metal ingots.

But just as Li Xiangjun’s hand began to move again, Lin Tianya’s expression suddenly changed, and once more he seized Li Xiangjun’s wrist.

That calm and breezy demeanor, as if nothing mattered, as if she feared nothing at all—truly, it made her detest him to the core.

At this moment, Ye Shanshan came over to help open the car door, pushed Zhang Jiaming inside, locked it, and then walked back to me.

Hearing Ling Luoxia’s voice, Lin Tianya instinctively turned to look at her.

“No, thank you. I still need to process some documents for you. You can go explore on your own,” Zhuang Yi said with a smile.

When Leng Lingyun and her son looked again, the spot had reverted to its original state; a lifelike painting of a qilin still hung there, as if everything that had just happened was nothing more than a fleeting illusion.