151 The Eldest Miss of the Qu Group

Jiang Zeyu left early the next morning, called away by a last-minute work commitment. Qu Wan had to attend the production commencement ceremony that day, so she didn't have time to see him off. When he left, Jiang Zeyu held her for a while and kissed her gently near her ear, careful not to smudge her makeup. Watching him leave, Qu Wan felt a lingering sense of melancholy.

The ceremony was bustling. This time, Qu Wan stood beside Yu Shen. The two kept their heads lowered, chatting away. Finally, Zhao Jincheng asked, puzzled, "Do you two know each other?" Yu Shen didn't know how to respond and could only look at Qu Wan. "We do know each other, quite well, actually. He’s like a younger brother to me," Qu Wan replied. He looked dazed, as if he hadn't even noticed Leng Xiao, and began absentmindedly wiping the chair beside him, lost in thought.

Today, Ping Ye performed remarkably well, seizing the opportunity to strike a fatal blow against the figure shrouded in darkness. Although Yi Qianlie drew his sword, he did not aim it at the Imperial Guards, nor at Yi Qianning; instead, he turned the blade and pierced it into the heart of Su Yingyue behind him. Jian Fu smiled as he looked at Wo Lin, remaining silent, while the gaze Zeng Yiyi fixed upon Wo Lin was like a barbed hook. The young man who had fallen face-first looked even more like a bruised pig’s head; he climbed up from the ground, brushed the dust off himself nonchalantly, and hurriedly followed behind.

As Jian Kang and Wang Shaoming left through the doorway, the boys from the class peeked in, their eyes darting curiously between Jian Kang and Wo Lin. Wang Shaoming was so distracted that he even forgot to hand water to Qin Qin and Wo Lin. In truth, Basha Ancient Village did not isolate itself from the outside world; its rule merely stated that one could not leave the village after the age of twenty, though one was free to venture out before that. The talent showcase was originally assigned to Vice President Xue Xiao, but as he was usually busy with work, Jun Qi took over the task.

Could a truly profitable fund investment ever fall into one's own hands? Those funds with annual returns of seventeen percent, those that could truly guarantee profits—what did such things have to do with ordinary people like him? Those were games for the big players. "Bastard!" Scott was furious at Alan’s words, but was held back firmly by Logan. From the words and emotions displayed by Mo Qianyun, Mo Feng could sense that she and Mo Lingyun likely had a very close relationship back in the day. The main southern gate of Kyoto, the capital of the East Island, was called Rashomon. Before the thirteenth century, it had endured long periods of war, and a simple story unfolded during those chaotic times.

Liu Yihua asked in surprise, "Are you sure?" He had been waiting for the big fish to make a move, and now, finally, the news had arrived. The Way is not taught to those unworthy, and the Law is not whispered into six ears. The Sage of Music did not want the things he left behind to be understood by those who lacked an ear for music; to him, that was a profanity against the art. "Woo..." The eerie wind that blew from time to time added to the terror of the Immortal Mausoleum. As it whistled through the strange, twisted trees, it occasionally emitted a sound like a ghost’s wail. Whenever this sound occurred, Mo Qianyun would unconsciously tighten her grip, as if afraid Mo Feng might leave her.

"My apologies." I rubbed my younger sister’s head while clutching my own; my migraine was acting up again—damn it. Suddenly, a somewhat sharp voice, sounding rather uncertain, rang out by Li Wei’s ear. "What, are you telling the truth?" Sun Liangdong, usually composed, could not hold back his nerves and asked with a look of astonishment. Todo sat there, feeling that something about my statement was off, though he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the bound magistrate remained unyielding, though he no longer hurled insults or reacted aggressively. "I had those clothes thrown away," Hood said, slowly setting down his teacup without lifting his eyelids. "I’ve had the servants buy you new ones according to your measurements; they are in the wardrobe in your room."