Chapter 31: With Leverage in Hand, the World Is Mine

“Shameless illegitimate child!”

“Whether I’m happy or not, that’s none of your business!”

Something snapped in Lin Jin, and without thinking, he reached for the ashtray, raising his arm as if to smash it down. But Lu Qingfei seized his wrist in one swift move.

There was a loud crash.

...

With a gentle sigh, Fiona walked slowly toward Quinn. She slipped her cloak from her shoulders and softly draped it over him.

Scenes like this unfolded not just in this corner, but in other corners as well. Moreover, among them were several third-tier mutant rats and plenty of second-tier ones. Killing them all would be a daunting task.

When Green Grass came in to tidy up, she caught sight of the scene and a knowing smile flickered in her eyes. It seemed the future marquis had visited again last night; just look at how radiant her mistress appeared this morning.

“...” Seeing this, Lu Ming frowned, scooping her up and setting her on the table as if she were a bundle to be placed there.

A three-year-old child, robbed of all the joys and innocence of childhood, endured relentless training and hardship every day, living only for the hope of vengeance one day.

A military caravan was parked at the main gate. Several disciplined and impeccably trained soldiers stood at attention and saluted respectfully as soon as they saw their commander.

Along the way, he changed taxis several times, finally arriving at the bustling, crowded train station.

Lu Ming did all of this to make her happy, so she would never feel alone in this world.

He had felt tired at the time, so instead of heading straight for school, he stayed home to rest for half a day. He hadn’t expected that in that short time, Lin Qianyu would have an accident.

In Mo Mo’s heart, Shangguan Birou’s poison wasn’t what mattered most—she was more concerned that Feng Qinyu might poison himself trying to cure Shangguan Birou.

Zizania thought about how Gu Huizhi always pined for the heir of the British Residence, then considered the picky Lady of the British Duke, and realized Nan Ye had a point, so she stayed silent.

It was the last working day at the Civil Affairs Bureau; from the afternoon onward, the Spring Festival holidays would begin.

Father dead, mother remarried, everyone fending for themselves. With the Shennong clan no longer able to resist Xuanyuan, who would risk their life for them?

Shu Ning was stunned, wanting to speak, but found all sound had died in her throat.

“Mother, this isn’t our first time getting married,” Mu Ruyue said with a helpless smile, though warmth flickered in her eyes.

Perhaps she should give him a name. His surname was Bei; the child would take his name. But what should he be called?

The heavy crystal curtain hanging over the doorway suddenly flew up, the sound startling everyone into turning toward the entrance.

Bu Xingyun was a man of action; true to form, he brought Di Yuqi to Long Feiqing’s courtyard and politely asked her to release the person.

Gu Huizhi was about to help pat her back when Gu Duan rushed in from outside and placed a large hand gently on her back.

Meanwhile, Lin Wu lifted Zhao Yu—who weighed over a hundred thirty pounds—with just one hand. Knowing how fierce Lin Wu could be, no one dared tempt his wrath.

Huang Jingya struck with such force, my face instantly burned with pain and was wrenched to one side.

Qin Shijie breathed a sigh of relief. Based on his understanding, Luo Yiyi would never be coerced. If she truly refused his demand, he could only let her meet Jing Zhichen—for the greater good.

As for Ouyang Yifeng, they admired him from the heart. This was clear from the look in their eyes—absolute loyalty.

I watched as the SWAT officers, who could have supported us, now only added to the chaos. Honestly, I doubted there was any point left in trying to take down Gui Tou Taisui.