Chapter Thirty-One

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As expected, she had told her that morning not to worry about it, claiming the matter had passed. She had wondered what it could be, and it turned out to be this kind of punishment.
She dressed herself up like a peacock, painting her body in vibrant colors and using heavy makeup to conceal the scars on her skin. Miraculously, Boss Xu seemed to favor this approach, praising her for it several times.
Lin Jiajia’s words inexplicably reminded Fu Shijin of the time she had suddenly run away. She had been incredibly docile then too, showing no anger at anything, even initiating a show of affection that afternoon, only to vanish without a trace that very night.
Almost everyone had turned on their notifications; as soon as the two started a livestream, they would tune in immediately.
"Sister Tianqin, Father must have something important to discuss with Elder Brother right now. If we go out there, I fear we will only make things more awkward for him." Jiang Xinyu caressed the rim of her cup, casting a light glance from the corner of her eye at Zhuo Tianqin, who was wringing her handkerchief.
This was China, yet this fellow didn't show the slightest bit of respect, flaunting himself recklessly on the program and looking down on everyone.
Over the past half-month, the sales of the therapy beds and Five-Element Meridian clappers had exceeded two hundred thousand, meaning Morning Breeze’s net profit was over twenty thousand.
"Alright, let us set off now." Ning Fuchen nodded; these people were enough.
This jar featured blue-and-white patterns painted with imported cobalt pigment, arranged in four tiers. The first tier, the neck, was decorated with a wave pattern; the second, the shoulder, with peony scrolls; the third, the belly, with the "Guiguzi Descends the Mountain" motif; and the fourth, the lower section, with stylized lotus petals enclosing treasures, commonly known as the "Eight Great Treasures."
Before she could finish her sentence, she was immediately dragged into the room by two burly men who twisted her arms behind her back, forcing her to her knees, unable to move.
His business was much like that of Pockmarked Liu—essentially an intermediary agency, and the horse caravans had to pay him a kickback whenever they made money.
"Giggle, giggle." Xu Miaojin and Zhu Mei’er clutched their stomachs in laughter. Truth be told, this girl was quite cute when she wasn't being fierce.
"It might be... it might be..." Before Na Xiu could finish, everyone present looked up, their eyes wide with shock. Overhead, the gusts of wind grew even more violent, and everyone grabbed onto each other, barely managing to keep from being blown away.

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"Do I look like someone who is short on money?" Qin Li stepped down and deliberately ground his heel into him, causing beads of sweat the size of peas to break out on Diao Ze’s forehead, yet he dared not utter another word.
The other party clearly knew President Zhao, and judging by their interaction, they were quite familiar with each other; otherwise, they wouldn't have spoken in such a tone.
Tao Yuyu was his only disciple, someone he had invested a great deal of effort into training. Even if others called Tao Yuyu a traitor, Pan Su stubbornly believed in his heart that even if he were a traitor, there must have been some unspeakable reason behind it.
However, Qin Fan did not dare to absorb this energy rashly. Last time, when he absorbed the energy from that twelve-eyed Dzi bead, he had nearly caused an accident that resulted in permanent damage to his eyes.
"Being arrested is certainly not a good thing. Why don’t you just go to the Chu family and see for yourself?" Qin Li said nonchalantly, not taking the matter to heart.
Accompanied by this cold shout, a man in a black tactical suit dove down from above Big Yellow Tooth's head, hanging upside down.
However, Guan Xiaojun had brought many people this time; two men guarding one cave entrance was more than enough, so there was no need to worry about that.
"Indeed, the enemy will eventually pass through here; we cannot afford to miss them," Huang Ju added.
Xu Haifeng found it slightly strange why this Zheng Fasen would hold Jiang Kongming in such high regard; he seemed even more respectful toward him than he was toward himself.
"It’s confidential. Since we’ve only discovered this one traitor, we don't want to alert the others, and we still need to use him to find the rest. We weren't supposed to tell you, but now that Ghost Juro has appeared, we’re letting you know," Lin Chong explained.
Yuxuan sent a message to Yikai, saying she had a class tonight and would head back on her own. Yikai believed her and didn't think much of it, only telling her to eat on time and not to get caught in the rain.
Fortunately, the Wuhuan cavalry in the distance—both the visible and hidden riders, as well as the hounds under their control—were still quite far away and had not noticed the subtle movements buried under the trenches.
As a member of the five-thousand elite personal guard of the Son of the Yellow Heaven, although I was only a low-ranking squad leader, my family received many benefits because of it; at the very least, our food and clothing had improved significantly.

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Now, in Guandi Temple Village, only Guan Zizai was at home; Guan Xiaojun's grandmother, Wang Xinfeng, had already moved to the city.
An Hao picked up the manuscript and revised it, rewriting the technical jargon and rigid financial terminology. Who decreed that finance had to be stiff and rote? Making it accessible didn't mean it couldn't be clear to everyone. I don't care about the styles of others, but for my time slot, I would certainly make everyone love it.
The other man, dressed in Taoist robes and a high cap, thrust his sword three times. The two swords coordinated like water and milk, seamless and flawless; they were indeed a continuous, watertight chain of strikes.
To speak of it, Chengzhou Luoyi had been relatively peaceful since Prince Chao fled these past few years. Under the auspices of the Zhao clan of Jin, the post-war reconstruction of Luoyi had gone quite well.
Chen Xuan’s exceptional entry naturally drew frequent side-glances from many who had come to apply for positions at the research institute.
Swallowing all the reluctance, bitterness, and heartache in her throat, Tang Qiaofen suppressed the cry of pain that rose to her lips and looked pleadingly at the frowning Si Hongming.
The Wish Ghost combined with the Hunger Ghost could restart. I, Huo Fangyi, have consumed the Wish Ghost and mastered the Hunger Ghost; is it unreasonable to claim I can restart?
Yang Hu was in high spirits after receiving Kong Qiu’s consent and directly took the gift that Kong Qiu had been carrying.
After the carriage driver left, Chi Ning closed the courtyard gate, wearily rubbing her temples as she looked at the five or six wooden crates in the yard. In the end, she decided to open them to see what Cui Xingjue had sent.