Volume One, Chapter 30: Spicy Chili Paste

Hearing Xia Nannan’s question, Wang Cui patted her clothes and stood up, walking over. Her eyes reddened as she reached out to touch the sewing machine Yang Zhuzi had bought her earlier this year.

Outside the temple, the righteous ones heard everything clearly; someone had uttered the most taboo word in the serene realm of Buddhism.

Susan couldn’t help but hum softly, pursing her lips. If it were about playing with shuttlecocks, maybe Class B7 wouldn’t be considered strong in the academy, but when it came to fighting, they had a notorious reputation. How could they just surrender without a fight?

“Leave? Where to?” Li Rui had initially wanted to stay out of it, planning to use Yue Changlong to control the situation. But unexpectedly, Yue Changlong’s mind started to resist at the crucial moment. To prevent this fat man from messing things up, Li Rui had no choice but to step forward.

Mu Zi’ang looked in the direction where Ye Qingcheng had disappeared, sighed heavily, and then headed toward the distant hospital building.

“Hmph!” Xin Yu snorted coldly from his nostrils but immediately slowed his pace.

Sheng Shi gazed out the window. The traffic was somewhat heavy, autumn had arrived, and leaves hurriedly drifted down. The sky was a dull grayish-white, making the weather seem bleak and desolate. Yet Sheng Shi felt an inexplicable sense of warmth and blooming spring.

Perhaps due to Xuan Xiao’s distraction, Shenlong suddenly surged forward, blasting him toward the ground. After crashing, it skidded southward close to the earth, moving farther and farther away.

“What are you here for, then?” I asked, genuinely puzzled. Chen Muyang had matters to attend to, so I was going back on my own. What was Wu Jinnian’s purpose in coming?

“I’ve apologized for what happened before, isn’t that enough? Give me some face, I’m practically begging you,” Susan’s tone softened noticeably; she seemed particularly good-tempered that night.

Gu Keyu stretched her neck and glared fiercely at Gu Kejun. As the saying goes, you have to strike a snake three inches from the head. Today, she had to find out Gu Kejun’s weakness.

When Xu Hui fully understood Jacqueline’s story, he was a little stunned. The lascivious image he had of Liu Wancheng completely shattered—unless Jacqueline’s story was fabricated.

Qin Luo wiped the fog from the car window to see the outside more clearly. Once everything outside was ready, Qin Luo helped Lu Yao adjust her brown scarf.

“No, there’s no inconvenience at all. It has always been you who helps us selflessly; we are beyond grateful!” Li Feng quickly shook his head.

Turning to glance at Ming Yin, a trace of gentleness and gratitude appeared in Yang Xiangjun’s beautiful eyes. But under Ming Yin’s stern gaze, Yang Xiangjun shook her head resolutely and then forcefully broke free from Ming Yin’s grasp.

The two complemented each other perfectly, their relationship like a match made in heaven. Imagine, under normal circumstances, human cells undergo countless cycles of metabolism to sustain life.

At that moment, after chatting with her mother in the apartment, Xie Wanying’s assistant called to report an incident at the company. Su’s mother had arrived at the Xie branch personally demanding to see the CEO and refused to leave without meeting him.

Jacqueline clearly sensed Liu Wancheng’s change and deliberately shifted her weight toward that area.

“It’s nothing, just the usual recording,” Shi Huihai said, a flicker of doubt crossing his mind, though he couldn’t quite grasp what it was.

Li Chunfeng’s eyesight was exceptional among mortals, but he could not see the celestial fairy clearly—only vague shadows. His heart was kind, and seeing the fairy darting through lightning and meteor showers without understanding the situation made him anxious.

Malenius was curious about the contents of the letter but remembered how solemn Luka had looked when handing it to him, a look so similar to that of Li Jiniya now.