Chapter 36: She Doesn't Have the Strength to Take Your Call Now

After Dumping the Younger Boyfriend, the Beijing Elite Heir Drops the Act The bright moon gives birth to blossoms. 1311 words 2026-02-09 19:05:05

Feng Su blocked Yu Ruonan’s utility knife with his arm, leaving a streak of blood on his skin. He stepped forward and kicked Yu Ruonan to her knees.

Li Jiuwei’s gaze was sharp, her expression cold as she looked indifferently at Yu Ruonan.

“You… Li Jiuwei, you’re entangled with another man. I knew you weren’t any good,” Yu Ruonan stared at Li Jiuwei with excitement, her voice trembling with agitation. “I’ll tell President Jiang that you betrayed him. You wretch, you’re nothing but a wretch.”

“Tiezhu, you go on ahead. When the police come, I’ll just say I buried it myself!” Tiezhu’s father hurriedly snatched the iron shovel from Zhao Tiezhu’s hands.

“Brother Lin, you’d better get some sleep. Tomorrow’s assessment starts early! Today, two thousand six hundred people passed the evaluation—if we don’t start early tomorrow, we won’t be able to finish.” Qin Yan spoke, his face flushing a little, though Lin Dong didn’t notice under the dim light.

But Su Jinxi, lying on the bed, was covered in blood. Fresh crimson still glistened at the corner of her mouth, and a large stain of blood marked the floor—she had clearly just vomited blood.

The village chief was dumbstruck. He never imagined Zhao Tiezhu was so influential, that even the city’s top boss called him Brother Tiezhu. He was too terrified to speak, let alone mention the medicinal herbs.

Qin Mo picked up the call. Though the night wind on the balcony was strong, he clearly heard his subordinate’s report from the other end.

Of the remaining three arenas, two were already engaged in matches. The contestant on the third was especially strong, and no one had challenged him yet. Lin Dong could go to that arena to face him.

I frowned, head lowered, glancing back at Lily, who was sleeping restlessly. Guilt gnawed at my heart.

As for Zhou Hongmei, every day was a flurry of selling vegetables, Hami melons, and vegetable cakes. Now, with the addition of fan-selling, she was overwhelmed with busyness.

This was Country I, after all. If Gandhi cut off their escape, Zhao Tiezhu and his group would be in grave danger.

Upon seeing Wang Bingkuan like this, Guan Jinlin was instantly reminded of the wheelbarrow men he’d seen in Tongguan County—waiting at the street corner, one foot on the wheelbarrow, ready to haul goods, just as Wang Bingkuan was now.

This was precisely why they had agreed so readily to let Lu Chen and his team shoot here.

No matter what, the Princess of Dan must make her position clear, must not be used by others. If necessary, she must distance herself from the Mu household; otherwise, offending the Imperial Tutor’s mansion could spell trouble with the eunuch on the front lines.

Because she was in Xue Weishuang’s domain, Tong Xinran could keenly feel the relentless, bone-chilling cold gnawing at her body.

Though he recovered quite a bit in an instant, both his mind and strength were greatly depleted.

In recent years, television dramas have been filled either with naive, sweet heroines or unsullied “white lotus” types, leaving viewers weary of the aesthetic.

Why would the sect leader come to the Canglan Hall so late at night? If she claimed to be concerned for Brother Yang’s health, no one would believe it—does it really take the whole night to check on a disciple’s injuries?

Yet Zhao Ruge, sensing the state of Ye Ping’an, noticed his opponent’s energy was growing unstable. At the thought, a cold smile curved on his lips.

The first day of sales, Tequila Sunrise sold out completely within hours—not a drop left. The wealthier landowners bought up large quantities straight away.

“Of course not! The whole film cost a hundred million; there’s much more to it than that,” Lu Chen almost wanted to sneer.

His palm felt hot, the sunlight as warm as ever, and the memory of that gentle youth’s upturned smile was as vivid as before.

Ling You stood with arms crossed, surveying the scene with sharp eyes. Who would have thought that within the prince’s residence there was someone clever enough to run to the palace with news?

After learning that Chen Baiqi planned to send troops to support Dianchi, and after thoroughly investigating the city’s situation, Si Jiang raised no objections. With their current military strength, dealing with the two or three thousand troops of this feeble court would be effortless.