Chapter One Hundred: History Repeats Itself

Perhaps due to the effects of the medication, Mo Qinghan slept deeply tonight. When He Zheyun lay down beside her, it seemed that the familiar aura drew her in—still immersed in slumber, her body instinctively edged closer to him. Before long, she curled up in his arms like an adorable, docile kitten, rubbing against his chest and returning completely to her original self.

He Zheyun wore a faint smile, yet his heart was filled with agitation. Since Zhao Yiya had placed Mo Qinghan on the stage between the He and Zhao families, a year ago Mo Qinghan had no official status, but both families regarded her as a thorn in their side. Now, even more so... In truth, He Zheyun had always suspected that Mo Qinghan married Shang Linjun solely to retaliate against the Zhao and He families, which is why he allowed—

On the surface of the sea, tens of thousands of silvery-white points of light emerged, rising in a misty glow that resembled the polar aurora—cloudlike, foglike. At the heart of this spectacle, suspended in the air above the sea, hovered a luminous sphere rivaling the brilliance of the full moon, creating the uncanny illusion that the sea was the night sky.

"Enough!" Xia Yuan called out, gazing at the crowd gathered in the courtyard. If this continued, it would only make them appear ridiculous.

Aqing paused in surprise upon seeing Cat Winter’s transformed appearance, then couldn’t help but cover her mouth and giggle. This big cat, after transformation, looked so much like a robotic cat from the old Doraemon cartoons, except for its tall, slender build. No wonder Aqing, who possessed memories of Earth’s past, found it so amusing.

Sheng Shi patiently comforted Gu Lanshan, but Gu Lanshan acted as though she hadn’t heard, crying with her mouth open—tears and snot streaming, all smeared onto Sheng Shi.

Li Junrui’s family was not wealthy; he knew the situation well. If he offered money outright, Li Chen would surely refuse. So, helping him extort a little was his way of fulfilling his brotherly duty. Still, Chen Song played his part too—without him, Li Junrui might have been beaten to death on the spot.

A metallic clang sounded as the vine twisted and flew wildly. The white point grew larger under the impact, but not even a dent was made. The crowd exchanged bewildered glances.

"I refuse!" Feng Yin declared, her tone unwavering. She would never allow the Empress of West Lin to be so carelessly promised to another.

“Forget it, I’d like to meet your old master as well.” She yanked out the car keys and stepped out, slamming the door shut behind her.

As long as Li Chen was eliminated, they could indulge without anyone interfering—a dream come true.

Jun Wuxie and Luo Qingyue were inside the hall, sensing the rising temperature as their faces darkened completely.

“No worries. Let Fatty learn a lesson; if true danger arises, we won’t stand by and do nothing,” Lin Yu replied indifferently, shaking his head.

After dozens of sword strikes, the desert giant remained unscathed. “Damn it! This is tough!” Lin Ming’s brow furrowed. But moments after he spoke, he felt a sharp pain in his chest—the giant’s punch was almost more than he could endure.

Rao Haoyue clearly didn’t give it much thought. She knew An Yixia and Shen Guangnian were relatives; from the beginning, she had no guard against her, nor did she see her as a romantic rival.

In the darkness, two swift figures were swallowed by the cold wind. Ten minutes later, they stopped under a tall building.

Lin Yu’s expression changed; without hesitation, he rushed forward. Though the culprit had been destroyed, he couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling.

Si Xinyao’s fair fingers danced across the strings, each note vivid and lively in Shen Guangnian’s mind. His own fingers began to move unconsciously.

5. Jiang Hongzhu: The longest-surviving member of the Jiang family, unparalleled in strategy and planning, her life full of hardships, yet she always maintained an optimistic outlook for the future.

While we were murmuring, suddenly the coffin trembled. Tiger and I instinctively leaped back.

In the dimly lit room, Xiao Ningchan angrily bit someone’s shoulder, her voice hoarse, “You said we’d go have fun, so how are we supposed to go now?” She shouldn’t have trusted him; she should have gone to City B with Su Jinfan and the others.