Chapter 103: He Zheyu's Counterattack (3)

After these words were spoken, Zhao Xuer felt even more that her sincere heart had been given to the wrong person, and her sobs grew louder. Her crying and accusations only made He Xuan Yi feel all the more irritable and restless inside.

Sitting at the side of the dining table, Zhao Yiya’s eyes fell silent for a moment. Zhao Xuer’s words, “I followed you at eighteen,” still echoed in her ears. Could it be, as rumored, that her aunt had hastily married someone back then because she was carrying He Xuan Yi’s child? That even after marrying Zheyu’s mother, he continued a secret affair with her aunt? The thought made Zhao Yiya’s heart jolt in shock. Now she understood why He Zheyu treated her so coldly—it all came down to her aunt. If these words hadn’t come from Zhao Xuer herself today, Zhao Yiya might never have known the truth in her lifetime.

As for this, Xia Haoran could understand it well enough. When he had healed the other’s chronic illness, he knew a day like this would inevitably arrive.

It was rather astonishing, really. Meeting for the first time, asking Yang Xin for medical help, yet bestowing such lavish gifts upon his housekeeper—it was quite inexplicable.

Achilles could not swallow his anger; he lunged like a fierce tiger, throwing a punch with overwhelming force. Yet the warrior did not dodge or retreat, but instead met the blow with his own fist.

Long Zhiyan, arriving at the film crew, greeted the director and then went to the makeup room for styling and costume fitting ahead of that evening’s shoot.

The man replied, “Yes, right now. In the prison of the Office of Imperial Clan Affairs. I have delivered my message; whether the young master goes or not is none of my concern. Farewell.” With that, he turned swiftly and left before Gu Yanzhao could respond.

Compared to the others, who had all spent some time building up their feelings, Zhao Yazhi alone had none. Her entry into Li Chen’s circle was purely the result of his guilty collector’s instinct—he couldn’t help it; in her past life, she had been far too famous, too alluring.

Whenever he showed even a hint of curiosity, Qiao Qing would evade the topic, and he couldn’t be bothered to probe into others’ secrets.

Once he truly had money, he got himself a global roaming phone card; his mobile was dual SIM, though he rarely used the global card and generally called with his old one.

What really astonished the shop owner wasn’t the quantity, but the quality: the flowers Liu Xiaoyu brought in were clearly freshly picked. Roses with such vibrant colors and exquisite form—she wondered where on earth they could have been grown. In all of Nanjing, aside from a few large flower markets, there was nowhere cultivating flowers like these.

Leaving the room, the Su brothers and Qiao Song walked in silence; the mood along the way felt especially heavy.

As they pressed forward, the light grew brighter and brighter, clearly marking an exit. Yet, curiously, the further they walked, the warmer it became. Not only did they not need winter coats, even a vest would suffice.

Five days later, Zhao Kuangyin proposed moving west. The court was immediately thrown into turmoil, but Zhang Yongde, Wei Renpu, Zhao Kuangyin, and even Wang Pu knew this was the late Emperor Guo Rong’s dying wish. Despite widespread opposition, they forced the measure through.

Chen Ran smiled but said nothing. He could let Zhu Feng and the others know about his “ability” with jade betting, but would never fully reveal what he “saw” in the raw materials.

“How is your cultivation? Are you making progress? I suppose you must be quite strong now, even your father cannot discern your true level.” At this, Bai Li Songtao’s face broke into a genuinely gratified smile.

“I haven’t provoked you—why do you persist in pestering me? Is it just because of my artifact?” Yang Han replied with a cold laugh.

“Big brother, sisters, you’re all right, but… how are you going to go?” The effeminate one pointed at the police on the shore, indicating that the authorities wouldn’t let them act rashly.

Unfortunately, when the police arrived, Zhou Yang had already smashed the bones in both his feet with a hammer.

Upon entering, Bing Feng was surprised to find the hosts of this banquet were none other than Huang Guoxiang and Chen Qingyun.

After leaving Master Miao, Chen Ran went straight to retrieve his car, which was still parked at Pearl Garden. While there, he took the opportunity to inquire about Wen Yang, only to discover Wen Yang had indeed vanished without a trace.