Chapter 39: Not a Girlfriend

Jiang Huaijing was provoked by these words; his fists clenched tightly, and he ground his teeth as he spoke, "Li Jiuwei."

Soon, the building's security guards hurried over. Li Jiuwei glanced at the arriving guards, puzzled, when Wang Xiuhua suddenly jumped out.

"President Li, it was me."

The voice was familiar. Seeing Wang Xiuhua, Jiang Huaijing's forehead veins throbbed violently. He was once again provoked, his fists clenched, his teeth grinding.

Since the wine was ordered by Lin Yaxin, and she knew its price, it meant she was no ordinary person, didn't it?

"Bashen... so it was you..." At this moment, An Fenna was covered in blood, her breath weak as a thread, yet her arms were locked tightly around Bashen’s body, unwilling to relinquish even the slightest strength.

The divine race, or the demon race, had a bodily advantage over humans—the gods possessed nearly inexhaustible energy. Of course, it wasn't absolute, but relatively speaking, it was nearly so, to such an extent that it could almost be considered absolute.

"You've decided?" Qu Zhiheng couldn't help but ask. Judging by Lin Yaxin's demeanor, she had made up her mind to look for a job.

Qian Jinxing’s words finally made Chen Yi realize that, although Wang Bing’s father had left, much of the funds developed in the parish over the years might still belong to what Wang Bing’s father left behind.

When Lin Tianming learned of it, he ordered Lin Qing to help with the family. Chen Yi felt it would be dull for her to stay at home all the time, so she agreed.

Watching her father, weakened day by day by uremia, she truly felt she had nowhere left to turn.

Yet, in the end, she became a meal on someone else's plate. Thinking back, Prince Ke felt his entire life had been nothing but a colossal joke: the first half spent entertaining himself with the world, the latter half spent entertaining the world with himself.

"You knew all along—how could that be?" Feng Ruiyan asked in disbelief. They had taken careful precautions and shouldn't have been discovered.

"It's fine, I'll just take a leave," Song Lina replied. It seemed she was determined to see Qu Zhiheng.

"By the way, Princess Zhao Min has arrived. Did you know?" Father Gu looked at Gu Yi with a solemn expression.

Pei Ding hadn't rested well either; his complexion was paler than before, his sickly look obvious.

She reached out a delicate hand to touch his head, then spoke gently: "Erniu, I've always regarded you as my own brother. If you have any dissatisfaction with me, just say so."

After decorating the Christmas tree, Yang Yong was finally freed, able to play in the garden with his son, while Anna still had much work left, the most important being to oversee the kitchen’s preparations for Christmas dinner.

Huang Meifeng thought that since Tian Feng was a wealthy man, working for him would be good. Why bother opening her own restaurant, exhausting herself and worrying, only to make little money?

The farmland across the entire autonomous region had already been tallied, and the acreage of grain fields for the year was planned. These fields could only be used for rice or high-yield crops, to prevent everyone from growing cash crops and causing another spike in food prices.

"I'm afraid it wasn't acquired through proper means, was it?" You Ruo saw Lin Chong’s nervous expression and questioned coldly.

They had intended to retreat, but Gao Shun insisted on staying behind, leading the remaining two hundred thousand troops as the rearguard.

Yet, it was clear—he was genuinely happy, simply because he had harvested two bushels of grain from a single acre.

The Chinese Olympic team was already stronger than the Japanese team; with enthusiastic fans cheering, their performance improved even more.

This was the most insincere thing Batier said all night. If he were a man of true temperament, he would have slapped Bai Yidong right then.

After enjoying the festivities with everyone, Zhao Guoyang finally breathed a sigh of relief and settled down to eat.