Chapter 115: Resorting to the Blade? Chen Zhiyuan Turns the Tables!

"Li Junsheng, I'll kill you!" Chen Dazhu roared, hurling the kitchen knife in his hand straight at Li Junsheng.

Li Junsheng's expression tightened, and he quickly sidestepped to dodge.

Those troublemakers outside were all ordinary people, and apart from acupoint attacks, Qing Ziye and the others had little else to offer. Faced with a situation that was spiraling out of control, even upright young men like Qing Ziye and Bai Weiyang suddenly found themselves understanding the impulse that drove Qu Qingran to such passionate rage for her friend that day.

Suddenly, catching sight of a familiar figure, someone remarked curiously, "Hey, isn't that Cao Yan from our HR department?" Fearing no one would believe him, he pointed in that direction for emphasis.

Confronted with this utterly unexpected confession, Yan Poyue and Xiao Yunjie instinctively sat up straighter in unison.

From the very beginning, Zhao Ruzhi had been half in doubt. To dispel the confusion in her heart, she began searching for the black box, only to find her doubts multiplying.

"Yao Hemu? So, you think the punishment was too light, do you?" Yao Ran asked, eyes closed, voice lofty and commanding. His height alone made him the very embodiment of authority.

He picked up the vase from the bedside table, tossed out the withered carnations, and replaced them with wildflowers before settling into the chair by the hospital bed.

There were many things he did not understand, but over time, Wei Mu came to grasp the balance, compromise, and concessions that Yao Ran spoke of—what they truly meant in practice. It was about ensuring the one at a disadvantage suffered less, or not at all, and those with the upper hand took less advantage, or none at all.

"Something's happened!" Wang Dazui simply sat down, drained a bowl of water from the table, and explained everything to Wujing.

After fifteen years together and a decade of life-and-death struggles, such deep bonds deserved to be cherished, didn't they?

The man was handsome, his bearing composed; had Song Ming been present, he would have recognized him at once as Liu Longtao, the young master of the Liu family. Once the two had departed, Liu Longtao suddenly closed his eyes and sat cross-legged on the ground.

As long as Blackie remained nearby, he seemed full of energy. But if separated for too long, his spirit would wilt. At this point, Wei Jie was certain there was an inseparable connection between Blackie and the jade pendant.

It was the same for Chu Yan. So, as he turned to look at the ancestral path of the Celestial Heavens, he prepared to speak.

The school bus dumped us in the middle of nowhere—a place so desolate not even birds or dogs would bother with it—then drove off without a backward glance. Watching the bus disappear amid a cloud of dust, we felt very much as if we had burned our bridges behind us.

"You startled me, Lele." I managed to squeeze out the words with difficulty. Though Lele insisted everything was fine, my heart could not settle for a long time.

"Senior Carefree, do you truly not remember where the Seven-Colored Soul Jade is?" Mu Xifeng pressed again, unwilling to give up.

I kept reminding myself not to cry when I saw you; the person you like shouldn't be someone who weeps. Lele, I must smile and tell you everything that’s happened in these months, cheerfully assuring you that I'm doing just fine.

"Peach, I’m leaving. Take care of yourself." Dressed in white, Mu Xifeng appeared behind Peach, gazing at the moon reflected in the water and speaking softly.

"Give me Lele's number." I ignored Lin Hui’s fierce reaction and spoke coldly into my phone.

Zhao Fei gave a derisive snort but did not ask anyone to retrieve the Mind-Heart Inner Armor. Frowning, her gaze lingered on the ring in her hand. Called the Starry Sky Ring, it possessed storage capabilities. Compared to a space pouch worth tens of thousands of gold coins, however, it was clearly far more valuable.