Chapter Sixty-Three: Things Fang Zhiyin Did Not Know

Fang Zhiyin was stunned, working overtime late into the night, only to be caught off guard by Chen Chen’s sudden confession?
“Did you drink tonight?” Fang Zhiyin steadied herself as quickly as she could, then asked hesitantly.
“You know I haven’t been drinking… Well, you don’t know I’m serious, but I truly am.” Chen Chen gazed into her eyes with unparalleled sincerity.
Help…
Can someone save me?
“Chen…”
“I just wanted you to know how I feel.” Seeing her reaction, Chen Chen realized there was no hope, but he didn’t regret speaking those words.
Even if he didn’t say it tonight, he knew he would say it eventually. When you truly love someone, you simply can’t hide it.

With the Nine Secrets restricting their actions within, and the Eightfold Serpent looming as a deadly threat outside, it was no exaggeration to say that Qin Tian felt as if his very spirit had died.
They hadn’t even had time to properly enjoy the journey through the portal before their bodies suddenly swayed uncontrollably, then a flash of blinding light swept through the battleship, drowning out everyone’s vision. The group instinctively closed their eyes, unable to face it.

Ye Bingyin secretly laughed to herself, “Dragon King of the Land? More like Dragon King of the Road—doesn’t that just mean an earthworm?”
A sudden clang made Bai Maonu’s heart pound like a drum. Her delicate brows flashed with panic. Fortunately, Xu Xuanzan was wholly annoyed at the rambling Daoist and didn’t notice his wife’s momentary unease.
“Oh no, too much swagger,” Qin Shaojie muttered as he watched Ai Xiaohui’s expression worsen. He grabbed Ling Fang and took off running.
Xiu Yuan seemed to want to wade across, but the river was tumultuous. The moment he entered, the icy water forced him back a step, and Bu Yu was seized by something, beginning to drift toward the desolate, cold place behind—her final resting place.
Bai Li only needed a glance to spot Gu Sisi, rushing over anxiously to help her up.
Qin Tian wanted to escape, but Gongsun Qingxue apparently had no intention of letting him go.
Ye Bingyin looked at Zhuoran in surprise; he hadn’t expected Zhuoran to speak up first, but since he had, Ye Bingyin saw no reason to hide any longer.
At that time, he was atop a mountain resolving a major life issue, only to be blasted away by a missile.
Gao Yuan’s task today was not to fill every position but to determine the heads of several major departments. The rest would be handled by Zhou Qing and the human resources director.
A cold remark sent the chilly darling straight into deep winter. She counted on her claws for a while, then dejectedly tossed the letter left by Yun Tianqing to Jie Ziwei.

Feng Zikai struggled to steady himself, crawling from the floor onto the sofa and reaching for his cigarette case.
Fang Feifei grasped Jie Ziwei’s hand, feeling as though she were guiding a naïve child. If Jie Ziwei couldn’t recover soon, perhaps she would have to relearn everything from the beginning. Should she keep the child in her belly, or was it better to let go?
With a slight force, the two were thrown back, dust scattering from the newcomer’s movement. The man clutched his bleeding, untended shoulder, raising his head to look at them.
Three against one—an emperor and a king—exchanged glances and smiled faintly. Then, the warrior clad in battle skirt stepped forward and casually launched a punch at the beam of light.
Thinking of this, Yan’er couldn’t help but worry whether the child in her womb would survive the dangers ahead, both overt and hidden.
“Should? Don’t intelligence officers know their information determines countless lives? Should? If there’s a mistake, people die.” Li Junming suddenly erupted in fury, startling the bodyguard, whose bloodshot eyes instinctively moved to shield the chief.
The Xuan Wolf pressed its advantage, attacking relentlessly, giving its opponent no chance to react. All four claws clenched as it struck again at the man’s abdomen, sending him flying, blood and fragments spraying through the air.
“Wow, so this is American money?” Yang Caixia exclaimed, admiring the fifty-dollar bill Wu Xiao held up to her eyes.