Chapter 44: I’ll Summon You Again When I’m Interested in You

Wen Ling gently tapped her fingers against the quilt and said casually, "Zhou Yinhe, we are not a couple. Your tone in questioning me is a bit overstepping."

Zhou Yinhe was choked with frustration by her words, biting his lip hard.

His reaction was indeed a bit over-the-top. Once bitten, twice shy, he was terrified that Wen Ling would leave him again. After Wen Ling returned, he had grown somewhat presumptuous out of the favor she showed him. But at that time, besides feeling a bit wavering in his heart, he was also overly confident, thinking he understood Wen Ling completely.

Her jade-white cheeks flushed with a hint of crimson, though she looked thoroughly angry. Her stern lips parted and closed, spitting out the exact two words she had just heard.

Hearing this, the old man looked at the tall camphor tree beside him and gave it a gentle pat. The camphor tree swayed slightly, its leaves rustling in the wind.

No matter how much hatred there is, it stems from love. Without love, how could there be hatred? When meeting again, whether it was a scheme or genuine sincerity, it ultimately came down to one willing to beat and the other willing to endure. They were old now and could no longer manage Gu Meng's affairs; turning a blind eye and letting things slide as they were was the best course of action.

Accompanied by the sound of the door opening, Fulan gently licked Xia Yin's neck, stopping the bleeding from the wound.

Duanmu Lingrui noticed his abnormality and hurriedly stepped forward to support him, asking, "Seventh brother, what is the matter with you?" Could it be that Mu Qingya had gotten into trouble?

The only point in that report that everyone present could confirm was that Song Yucheng was Guan Chenji's son. So what about the child currently in Gu Meng's belly?

Ye Tianyu said no more. He gathered his focus and calmed his mind. After taking the piece of raw jadeite stone, he gently placed his hand upon it, and a powerful spiritual force in his mind began to sense it with full concentration.

Speaking of this, Ye Tianyu's expression carried a trace of coldness and killing intent, his gaze filled with a terrifying murderous aura.

"Take it as a lesson learned from a stumble. You've probably suffered a definitive loss this time. At that time, the people at our pawnshop insisted it was a fake. Even if the other party argued forcefully based on that, going to the magistrate would be useless," Song Yiyi shook his finger and sighed.

Moreover, that was not all; she had actually put on a rare, low-cut, knee-length camisole dress, fully displaying a noble yet bewitching allure.

Space distorted for a moment, and Gu Qing'er had already vanished, arriving at the Gu family ancestral hall. The hall was already filled with the head of the Gu family and various elders, evidently showing that Gu Qing'er had already notified the higher-ups.

Xiang Qiu had not expected Zhang Yun to take her joke seriously. Now he was actually going to ask the old man to teach him the art of the zither. She became extremely excited on the spot, her eyes gleaming as she stared at the old man, hoping he would agree immediately.

A pair of smoothly contoured phoenix eyes slanted upward, and her light brown pupils resembled the finest glazed glass, with light shifting within them.

Although Canxia Island was large, it was ultimately just an island. It took Zhang Yun only the time it takes to burn a stick of incense to circle the entire island. Suddenly, he noticed the faint outline of a golden treasure canopy amidst the woods on the island, covering the ground like an inverted crystal bowl. Moved by the sight, the young man transformed into a rainbow and flew straight toward it.

If Ling Gaochuo was able to invite him to slaughter the world god, he must have made prior arrangements with the World-Slaughtering God.

Indeed, there were aspects that could not be explained, but whatever the reality was, perhaps it was simply because his own understanding was still insufficient.

Ergou's driving skills were no less inferior to those still active on the racetrack. Even though he was older now, Ergou's heart was far from old. Hearing Guo Xianghao's words, he responded with excitement.

In this way, Zhu Haike turned from passive to active. Day and night, people could be seen bringing classic texts to his establishment. Coupled with Zhu Haike's immense wealth and reputation as a philanthropist, for a time, the stream of visitors coming and going was endless. Speaking of this bustling scene, Fuyunzi was beaming with joy, spitting as he spoke animatedly.

"I will wait for you." The man's tone carried a hint of disappointment. His warm, cool hand gently brushed across my face, tender as a spring breeze. My heart softened, feeling a bit reluctant and wanting to say something, but my eyelids grew heavier and heavier, sinking deeper and deeper. Then, when I suddenly opened my eyes again, the bright light was blinding—it was already daytime.