Chapter 119: Kneel!
To be honest, Chen Fan could have lost the car behind him in a hundred different ways. But he chose the simplest and most direct method: accelerating to shake it off. No detours, no beating around the bush—this was the clearest reflection of his and Meng Rongrong’s attitude.
“The speed is high; please fasten your seatbelt,” Chen Fan said calmly.
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The system simply couldn’t bear it any longer. It slowly shook its head in resignation, walked over, and took the divine pet incubator from Ning Long’s hands.
Xu Tian was also helpless. This was a matter of life and death; there was no room for slackening. He had to immediately seek guidance from the teacher.
To Wen Ying’s surprise, just ten minutes after hanging up with Zhang Nan, the guard announced someone was looking for her.
Whether the Yulan family could turn the tide in this business battle depended entirely on this next heir, who was not even seventeen yet.
After all, they had long been famous singers in their younger years, and had endured so many twists and turns in life.
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Fu Yuwei glanced unintentionally toward the windowsill and noticed a hole punctured in the paper screen. The ancient house’s security was really inadequate—no burglar-proof glass, just a layer of cloth paper that tore with a single poke. It was far from safe.
“Is that all?” Lu Rongyu was quite surprised. He had expected Ruan Lingqing to take the opportunity to make some excessive demands, perhaps asking for some kind of responsibility from him.
Though their conversation hadn’t lasted long, Gu Xi had spoken about so much that Lu Tianzhe couldn’t understand where she found all the topics.
Filming didn’t pause over the New Year, not because Yuan Fenghui enjoyed working relentlessly, but simply because there was no other choice.
The two of them chatted until the sun was leaning westward before heading back. They hadn’t eaten lunch and were both somewhat hungry.
Song Ning felt uncertain about what emotions to harbor upon learning the truth. She pressed her lips tightly together, her hands trembling involuntarily.
Moreover, the strategist had long harbored a suspicion: the scheme that destroyed their provisions last night was most likely Zhao Yi’s doing.
If ministers were in danger, they could be exploited or converted at opportune moments, for ministers who faced danger often possessed genuine skill. Those with true ability, being clear-headed, would be reluctant to do foolish things.
After finishing, Song Ning slowly climbed onto the upper bunk. Having run over three laps of long-distance the day before, her legs ached; she almost slipped due to a misstep.
Because there had been corpses everywhere earlier, no one paid much attention to the two bodies inside this room. If Old Kong hadn’t accidentally noticed, people would probably have completely ignored them.
“Mr. Song, haven’t you seen that Song Ning has been exhausted taking care of Grandma all day? We all need to rest. Could you please step aside?” Pei Jing said bluntly.
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Chi Yu thought: Learning a hairstyle in three days should be no problem, right? From then on, she would just stick to one fixed style every day.
The door to Shan Mingxu’s office was shut from the outside by Liang Fusheng, as if she had just dropped a bomb into the room.
Although she usually appeared carefree and laughed heartily, she truly had a warm and genuine character.
The trouble with this kind of thing is bottling it all up inside—that’s what leads to big problems. Speaking out, even if it changes nothing, at least prevents the rift from widening.
However, no matter how Ji Ziming thought about it, he couldn’t figure out why Pei Ge suddenly disappeared like that.
Han Nuo and the driver both rolled down their windows, listening to the gossip drifting from the car ahead.
At the brilliant dusk, the imperial household’s Phoenix and Dragon sedan chair came to Zhongcui Palace to escort Zhao Kui to Qianqing Palace for the night.
But then he began pondering that earlier question. He had only mentioned it briefly, and since Lin Mingyue didn’t respond, he hadn’t pressed further.