Chapter 98: A So-Called Secret... What a Farce!

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The junior sister would never understand how irresistibly tempting her presence was.

Li Heng unceremoniously stretched out his arm to wrap around Lu Qingfei’s shoulders, pulling her into his embrace as they both collapsed onto the bed.

Lu Qingfei curled up in his arms, feeling that her senior brother was occasionally quite contradictory—his words and actions often at odds.

Outside, the spring rain fell like fine threads of mist from the pale blue sky, resembling silver beads dropping onto tiles, tassels hanging from the eaves.

Inside the room, the two nestled close, breathing in each other’s warmth as they rested.

Since the boy before her was already Yuchang’s boyfriend, he could be considered part of the Dong family as well.

Lin Yuexian found herself puzzled. What was Xiao Ye up to? Suddenly, he was snatching things and demanding to see people—what was going on?

On the fourth day, the Zhechong Army, reputed as the strongest among the seven legions, sent forth five nobles at the Marquis level. Such a formidable lineup naturally stirred high expectations among all.

Chen’er shook her head. “Sister, you should go first. I’m going to find Brother Qin Yue. Ever since you disappeared, he hasn’t stopped searching for you and hasn’t slept a wink! I’ll tell him you’re back.” With that, Chen’er went off to find Qin Yue.

Xiyue got out of bed and stepped into the courtyard. The layout was simple yet distinctive, unmistakably that of the Xiao residence.

Despite her worries, the door to this room was locked from the inside at night, but the painter could still open it from the outside because his key was specially made and could turn the lock.

The administrative building was quiet and cold. She searched the floor directory for a long time but found no relevant information. Reluctantly, she sent a message to Teacher Ai for help.

Lin Yuexian then returned to her room, sitting quietly as she pondered what Xiao Ye intended to do with the Jade Lingzhi.

The experts Tian Jing invited were all at least diamond-ranked. Even his own brother barely won a single match. With his silver-level skills not yet attained, what chance did he have?

The owner of the Bai Le Hui controlled both the underworld and the legitimate world. Recently, he was hosting a grand banquet and had already sent invitations to the Lan family’s core members, seeing it as a perfect opportunity.

Liu Mo remained silent this time, watching her crawl under the table before lying down.

“Uncle Xiao, if Sister Qingqing really hasn’t gotten up yet, it might be inconvenient for us to go in,” Brother Dazhu said awkwardly.

Wu Yuan glanced ahead, then withdrew her dark, rolling eyes and asked seriously.

She tried hard to distract Su Lingfei, hoping that even a brief pause in her heartache would be a relief.

What right did a man who could neither protect his wife nor his son have to speak before him?

Luo Xue’s mind was a mess. She felt something was missing, some memory forgotten. The more she tried to recall what she had forgotten, the more confused her memories became. Sometimes, trying to remember even caused a dull ache in her head, filling her with despair.

Chen Yang remained calm and collected. Any emotional shift now would draw the attention of Jin Qiang and Wang Xiang.

Could it be that he never made a sound just now? Was that bold confession of love merely her imagination?

The waitress glanced at another photo Tang Jinglin had placed aside. After a moment’s thought, she said nothing and turned to leave.

Highbrow elegance, icy snowfields, dark nights with fierce winds, towering mountains and flowing waters, blooming flowers by streams—none of these are the true colors of life. Midnight’s black and daytime’s white, the stark contrast revealed by the rising sun—that is life’s true palette! Life is white; death is black. Black and white are the essence of existence! Dreams are merely colorful illusions.

“I don’t know,” Jing Moxuan said simply before continuing on. His tall, slender figure radiated melancholy, his heart deeply suppressed.

Li Nan never doubted the power of the nation’s finest weapons. The three corpses lying on the ground proved just how formidable these Wolf Fang soldiers were. Had they not been overly careless and underestimated their foe, at least one of those two brothers on the ground might have survived.