Chapter 65: You're Playing with Fire-After Dumping the Younger Boyfriend, the Beijing Elite Heir Drops the Act(The bright moon gives birth to blossoms.)

"Second sister, trespassing into the president's office—you’re no exception."

"Are you comparing me to her?"

Feng Huang stared deep into Feng Su's eyes as he took Li Jiuwei’s hand, openly and confidently affirming her place in his life.

"She’s my girlfriend. I trust her."

"And if something happens, can you take responsibility?" Feng Huang’s tone grew heavier, her gaze settling on Li Jiuwei.

The sibling rivalry had now spilled over onto her.

"Vice President Feng—"

Though Tu Xiong didn’t possess the brutal force of Cheng Yaojin’s legendary three strikes, his strength was still a tier below Fu Wuji. If not for Tu Xiong’s battle experience and superior equipment, he would have long since fallen to Fu Wuji’s hand.

"It’s a bit tangled. Wait for me to sort it out," he said, fearing Nan He would grow impatient. With that, he quickly vanished from sight, determined to investigate what had happened nearby. If it was around here, he could see it clearly; but recent events seemed to fall outside his preparations.

Ning Jiayan finally snapped out of her stunned state after the sudden rescue. She swallowed a healing pill and looked at the five Nascent Soul cultivators who had been pursuing them. Within the time it took to brew a cup of tea, four of them had been slain.

This slowed their progress, but ensured safety. As they continued hunting wild bulls, Lao Jiu frequently encountered solitary fifth-tier magical beasts, which ultimately became his experience as well.

Fortunately, the company hadn’t suffered any losses lately; otherwise, Daisy would have dragged Abel straight to court.

Although Seven-Colored Plume said as much, the peacock’s instincts sensed something amiss, a faint rejection from Bu Qianhuai. Yet, Seven-Colored Plume’s temperament was mild and indifferent, so she did not press further, merely exchanged a few words before leaving.

"A-He," he called her name, waiting for her to turn around. Once certain her mood was steady, he resumed the conversation.

Yuan Yi was clearly resisting. He shoved the convulsing An Chen aside, then plunged his hand into the boiling oil. An unprecedented wave of coolness swept over him.

Separated by two worlds for who knows how long, the pair found themselves with endless words to share and emotions to confess.

Lu Jingjing was nowhere near as extreme as Geng Jie—she only ran for twenty minutes. Kang Yue, who followed, lasted just fifteen, and from the start could barely hold on for ten.

Some harbored dark thoughts, whispering that Geng Jie wasn’t truly Liu Hong’s brother, merely a lackey. Their jealousy was evident—they envied Geng Jie, who seemed ordinary yet could become close friends with Liu Hong and his companions.

Since that’s the case, Wu Hao didn’t pretend: "Alright, since you’re so thoughtful for me, I won’t act coy. Rest assured—the day I free you won’t be far off."

Originally, he had arranged for the Angel God’s successor and his own disciple, but somehow it turned into his wife and Qian Daoliu instead.

Wu Hao couldn’t help but pull out a cigarette. He didn’t offer one to Qin Lang, but lit it for himself, exhaling smoke and taunting as he spoke.

Qian Bei: If possible, finish the second episode by tomorrow morning and send it to me, so I can begin casting the main roles.

Could his beliefs, so at odds with the noble society of the Goya Kingdom, really win their approval?

Everything had been rehearsed again and again. Each cultivator knew exactly which path to take and where to stand on the city walls.

Yet, people are often like this—the harder they try to focus on work, the more they lose their rhythm. Once impatience creeps in, every plot written feels somewhat lacking.

Dongfang Shuo and Lin Huai exchanged glances, then simply smiled it off. Li Changqing wasn’t wrong—his sharp insight called out their mistakes directly.