Chapter 106: This Personality Wants to Open an Entertainment Studio?!

Watching Ouyang Junyan release the fish he had patiently caught after sitting here all day back into the sea, she could hardly believe it.

“Fishing is all about the art of waiting and the thrill in the moment you catch something,” Ouyang Junyan said with a smile. “But then again, you don’t like fishing, find it boring, and have never come sea fishing with me.”

Fang Zhiyin felt a bit guilty; after all, she couldn’t imagine what Ouyang Junyan would be like at forty-five.

Yet she thought, if you truly love someone, even if it means accompanying them in something you find utterly dull... you should still go along with it.

“All right, I promise. Next time, I’ll definitely come sea fishing with you,” Fang Zhiyin agreed.

It had been quite some time since they last saw Situ Wenbin.

As for doing everything at once, it’s not a flaw but a strength. If you have mice at home, do you want to use poison, only to be left clueless about where the carcasses lie? Then they rot in the summer heat and stink up the place.

The Duke of Changguo’s residence still has no heir! Only if Empress Dowager Wang bears a son can the Changguo lineage be preserved; therefore, she must be well cared for.

Ouyang Feng believed that someone like Su Yang should understand why such situations arise.

Zhao Chenguang added, “My connections with Huangpu Group and Taikoo Group aren’t strong, so there’s no need for me to get involved.”

It was clear that as the weather grew colder, the host’s spirit was drained, and everything felt wearisome.

No matter—if the box arrives tomorrow, that’s fine. For now, just peel off the skin. He has been waiting for this moment for a long time.

After completing a set of surgical knife exercises, Ye Cheng finally stopped and returned to the table, picking up his water cup for a drink.

The greatest benefit lies not only in using bananas as practice targets but also in their rich trace elements: high potassium and low sodium, promoting smooth digestion and relieving constipation swiftly, no more worries about blockage.

The original owner’s fate was tragic—she died in the bed of her male lover, with many suspicious circumstances. But Situ Yuyi was too indifferent to clear her name, publicly declaring that this tyrant’s demise was her own doing, having died from overexcitement during her illicit pleasures.

Xiaoguang took a look and saw the tie-dye fabric he had been experimenting with recently. He happily set off to work.

Scrambled eggs, fragrant and tender, naturally tasted a hundred times better than dry pancakes and pungent scallions. The two children happily agreed and went off to find their shoes.

Upon hearing Ye Feng’s promise, Lulu excitedly cheered in his arms and planted a kiss on his cheek, leaving Ye Feng amused and helpless.

A few days later, while everyone was busy weeding and preparing for planting, Zhang Er unexpectedly brought an unfamiliar old man to the field. Curious, the others gathered to hear about this new expert in farming. But after only a few words, they frowned and dispersed.

“Big sister, don’t you think our rabbits should mate soon? I’ve noticed our male rabbit is quite restless,” Cherry said, feigning curiosity to avoid arousing suspicion.

Yet it was strange—why was Ye Feng’s life and death a matter of such concern to Yan Jun? Or was there something more peculiar at play?

The children, full of curiosity, rushed over to see what was happening, only to have the sled stop right in front of them.

“Mom, where’s my medical history from when I was sick?” Yu Xiao emerged from his room and suddenly asked Ling Zhi, who was watching TV in the living room.

“Your sect’s name has the words ‘Purple Feather.’ Have you ever heard of a material called ‘Lightning Purple Feather’?” Ziyun recalled an old scroll he once had, which specified that to craft a certain item, two main materials were needed: ‘Lightning Purple Feather’ and ‘Mystic Thunder Void Grass.’

This was Lan Rui. Talking with her was never about important matters; she believed what mattered or what she wanted to know was always spontaneous and led her mind to wander.

Vengeful spirits are fiendishly difficult to deal with! Physical attacks are almost useless; only magical attacks can truly vanquish them.