Chapter 98: The Show Drew Them Closer Together

Fang Zhiyin had been in a good mood, but Ouyang Junyan's words instantly soured her spirits. She was truly at a loss whether to laugh or cry. Choosing silence, she said nothing more.

The Ferris wheel completed its circuit quickly, and as the little cabin carrying the two of them returned to the ground, Ouyang Junyan realized he had said the wrong thing. He gazed at her in silence and finally asked, “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” Fang Zhiyin answered dully.

As soon as they stepped out, the young PD who had been trailing them hurried over and asked, “Did you two have fun?”

“It was alright,” Ouyang Junyan replied, and then took the initiative to thank the staff.

After they left the amusement park together, Fang Zhiyin no longer felt like—

Zhang San was resigned; if he couldn't even get close to Da Fu with a single move, what was the point of fighting? In a moment, Da Fu might beat him half to death, and that would be pointless.

Hearing this, Nangong Linhan felt she had never suffered such deep humiliation in her life. She knelt on the ground, teeth gritted in fury.

With such strength, His Majesty the Human Emperor would undoubtedly give them greater confidence. Even in the face of formidable enemies, they would not feel the slightest fear.

Yet Qin Xuan did not belittle her for insisting on resisting the enemy; on the contrary, he treated her with kindness.

Wan Quan Manor was named after Mount Wan Quan, where it stood. Because the mountain had a natural spring, the manor’s owner had constructed more than twenty spring pools for cooling off in summer. Their steep price meant only the wealthy or those of status could afford to soak there.

Chu Tian glanced at Wang Guan, who, gripping Yuan Ba’s Tyrant Blade, exuded murderous intent as he wielded the massive weapon with wild abandon.

But who was Fu Jiusheng? After years weathering storms and braving waves, she had seen it all. She met Jiang Yue’s gaze head-on, unflinching.

The supervisor swept him with a cold glance, determined to restore integrity to the Ministry of Revenue, regardless of whose protégé he might be. With a disdainful look, he picked up the account book before Qin Yan—this was his evidence. But his expression suddenly changed.

Even the fact that she had just stolen the precious Lotus Lamp was laid bare; evidently, nothing she did could escape the eyes of the Eternal Human Emperor.

Nevertheless, after becoming the leader of the Ming Sect, Zhang Wuji’s power also placed him among the very pinnacle of the martial world.

“There’s no need for that. As the saying goes, you don’t fear a thief stealing, but you fear a thief eyeing your goods. If I don’t cut open the raw stone now, no one will know what’s inside, and it saves me a lot of trouble.” Li Youqian explained blandly. He had no desire to become the focus of all eyes; that would only bring him harm.

Yan Chongxi considered it. He trusted Ma Jun with the goods, but wondered if there had been some change in the city. Hopefully, he was worrying too much and everything would go smoothly that night.

Fang Zhou came daily to treat patients, growing stronger with each passing day. The clinic at the village entrance was already built and was being renovated; in a few days, it would be ready to open.

The sound of the hairpin piercing flesh was thick and sticky. I tossed away my cigarette and looked toward the car; Li Jiahe and Tong Hu had already gotten out.

When he left the conference hall, Jiang Hairui was still locked in combat with Daozi. Li Youqian had no idea how things would end, but no matter what, he had to go see for himself.

When Xia Zimo woke, she found herself in Dongfang Chen’s arms. Neither of them had changed out of yesterday’s clothes; they had simply fallen asleep in each other’s embrace, just like that.

“Then go tell Wen Ya right now that you love me!” She sniffled, making her demand.

The baby had stopped crying, his eyes as dark as black grapes, watching the deputy director and the nurse apologize.

Summoning all her strength, she pushed him away from her body and furiously questioned him.

Xu Antian’s cultivation was mediocre, only reaching the third stage of Spirit Emperor. The Dao of the Mortal World’s Heavenly Evil Scroll was simply too profound to comprehend in a short time.

“I ask you, where is Grand Commandant Qin Gaosheng?” Wang Shi looked around as he spoke.

Ever since Nan Xin and Shen Beichuan’s marriage certificate made headlines, Madam Shen had been searching relentlessly for Nan Xin’s whereabouts.

From today on, he would begin enjoying life—after all, there was a hundred million on the line for his son.