Chapter 35: The One Under My Protection

Qu Wan gave a surprised smile. “Is that so?”
“That role is likely yours. Who knows, maybe we’ll have the chance to work together in the future.”
“I hope I get the chance.” Qu Wan took several sips of hot water from her thermos.
Jiang Zeyu glanced at the person beside her, sensing her lack of appetite. “Eat a bit more. We have activities this afternoon.”
“I’m not hungry,” Qu Wan shook her head.
Jiang Zeyu ladled some soup for her. “Just a little more.”
Qu Wan looked at the bowl held out to her and accepted it.
“Wanwan, are you feeling unwell?” Gu Siyuan asked, glancing over.
“It’s nothing,” Qu Wan replied calmly.
“If you’re not feeling well—”

Inside, chaos reigned. Just then, Mr. Lian and Mrs. Lian entered. Both were taken aback at the scene. “What on earth is going on?” Mrs. Lian asked.
“Su Rong, do you know how much Jiang Ye loves you and Qin Wan? Do you know how much I envy you?” Yan Yuer suddenly spoke.
He stared at Song Yuan in shock, unable to comprehend why his cousin would act so ruthlessly toward this couple.
This was the political heart of Huaxia, guarded closely. At this moment, Mayor Tan Lin of Magic City was here, reporting to the leaders at Zhongnanhai.
At times like this, Yan Yuer was always kind-hearted. Even though I knew she didn’t really want to get off my lap, she understood that Lin Qianxiao was even more pitiful than she was.
That name was like a key. I had never mentioned it, but now, from Su Rong’s lips, it unlocked a place in my heart long sealed away. Yes, sealed away for so long. In our youthful days, after letting go, a single week could feel like three long autumns.
Liu Hongye looked at him in disbelief. The composed and calm Xie Heng before him was nothing like the boy who’d once wept and fussed in front of him. The people who’d confined Xie Heng were all his own men—how had he gotten out?
“Ah!” Lin Hai sighed. These three brothers—he truly didn’t know what to say about them.
The hidden black-robed player dodged ‘Xin Ai’s’ lance like a chatterbox, leaping back to evade, but just then, ‘Wine Traps the Hero’ unleashed a double-handed strike from the sidelines. A jet-black dragon of flame shot forth, instantly coiling around the black-robed player.
“Third Brother, are you going in?” ‘Master Yixiu’ turned to look at ‘Cool Night’, asking as the bronze automaton floated beside him, clearly intended for scouting ahead.
To keep it brief, Cheng Huailiang, closely “protected” by two servants, arrived at the main hall with the chubby girl.

Those nearby looked at Liang Anyue with an expression as if she must have been blessed by ancestors in a past life—how could anyone have such luck?
“Red Fire, you said it—I’m disgusting, right? Fine.” Without another word, Yun Long grabbed a thick stick, skewered the corpse, set up a rack by the bonfire, and began to roast it.
At first, the comments online were a string of nonsense, but after a certain user named ‘Ten Mouths’ posted a message, most of the replies took on a serious tone.
Qi Rui glanced at her, took the medicine bottle from her hand without even a word of thanks, twisted off the cap, and was about to hand it to Mu Siyue—only for her to shove him away abruptly.
“Don’t worry, it’s perfectly safe… That’s settled. Tomorrow morning, we’ll meet at the Governor’s Palace.” With that, Mu Siyue hung up, turning to find Hao Xinxin in the same room, watching her.
And most importantly, he hardly ever ate at home, always claiming he was full after just a few bites. Was the food outside really that much better?
Zhang Yifan listened to Liang Anyue’s words, bowed her head in silence, and sank into deep thought.
When Feng Ge heard this, she dropped her gaze, a hint of guilt flickering across her face. Yesterday, she had indeed sneaked into that wretched woman’s room, but she hadn’t stolen anything—just played a prank by swapping the face cream for white lime.
True to his word, he lifted Shen Qianshu and tossed her onto the bed, covering her with his own body. Shen Qianshu let out a yelp; if this happened again today, she really would be done for. Ye Ling gently caressed her cheek, blowing softly against her earlobe.