Chapter 107: As You Wish
“I want a cute child from another family; Ming Shuo’s daughter is very adorable.” Lu Qingfei said solemnly, “There’s an old saying: children are always better in someone else’s home.”
Jiang Heng pressed her waist just right as he massaged, “Shall I snatch her away for you?”
“No need to snatch; a niece shares our bloodline.”
The massage eased the soreness in her waist considerably. Lu Qingfei relaxed both body and mind, soon drifting into sleep.
Though Lu Qingfei’s hands and feet were cold, the moon…
“Baby, don’t be afraid, I’m coming to save you!” Gong Shiqin was frantic, desperate to find a chance to rescue her own child. Yet with Di Beibei and Xuan Hai showing no flaws, and fearing harm to the baby, he dared not make a move.
Mu Mu shook his head. “You just don’t know. Look, the witness has arrived.” Mu Mu left thoughts of missing the moon at the door, and sure enough, the bait was taken—Qian Yinhua and Kudo Jijii appeared at the Supreme Court.
“Oh dear, He Han, your questions are too simple. Let me ask!” Su Chenliang patted He Han’s shoulder.
This man should have been named ‘Too Late.’ Why not wait until my bones had turned to dust before showing up? Yet in the next moment, he was stunned into silence.
Chu Tingchuan hadn’t expected Mo Liang to understand his current thoughts so clearly, even voicing those words, urging him not to harbor any worries. Still, despite this, Chu Tingchuan remained somewhat concerned about Mo Liang’s condition.
Otherwise, how could she have fought that shrew Ruosheng evenly? It seemed she could live many more decades without issue; there was nothing to worry about.
Ye Shuqing pushed open the door, carrying a bag of wolfberries, and smiled mysteriously at Chu Tianxiong.
“Then let’s deal with the matter of you being ruthlessly bullied by the White Wolf. Continue.”
The headache worsened. This Mu Mu really wouldn’t back down. Was he spoiled by the acting Heavenly Emperor beyond reason?
That morning, Luo Yixuan noticed something strange in the mirror—her eyes startled her: swollen and red, the once-beautiful double eyelids had turned into single ones.
Yi Ling had gained another artist, Ding Ming, about whom Yi Ling’s impression was utterly terrible—worst of the worst. Whether it was him calling her masculine, insulting her chest, or those disgusting acts he committed, just recalling them made her uncomfortable.
Gazing at the delicate jade-green tea before her, I couldn’t help but smile bitterly. This was surely the newly harvested Mingqian tea of this year. Mind you, spring wasn’t even over yet, and this batch was worth a fortune.
He reached out, pressing on Lin Yuanye’s shoulder, attempting to pull his anger-clouded mind back to clarity.
Though I said that, my heart was still heavy with worry. Today was the grand opening of Langchao Tower; naturally, the stock would soar. With such moves, even if temporarily short on funds, after today, he would surely emerge from adversity into prosperity.
Fate in this world was like that: you might toil endlessly without results, but when your heart is calm, enlightenment often comes in a single moment.
Outside the barrier, there was a great clamor. Gou Yuan looked at the severed limbs that had been sent over—they could be pieced together into the companions who had come with him—and felt some regret.
In previous worlds, anomalies had appeared; the Patriarch was forcibly pulling everyone back to the origin point.
The dragon siblings immediately took defensive stances; the newcomer’s aura was strong, filled with deadly intent, making them feel an intense threat.
Because of past mistakes, Tian Hongzhen felt ashamed to face others and had hidden within his cave to cultivate diligently. Only after the Heavenly Wolf left Shenqi Star did he dare to come out.
Han Bingxue lowered her ice crystal sword, staring at the familiar figure lying in the crystal coffin, instantly breaking into tears. She had once believed the couple were long separated by life and death, never imagining they would meet again—yet at the cost of their son’s life.