Chapter Fifty: Acquisition

He let out a sigh of relief, patted Shu Jinghan on the shoulder, and said, “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it.” Shu Jinghan was still uneasy, but Lin Peishi tugged at her arm, and only then did the two of them amble back together.

That night, Shu Yiming couldn’t sleep at all, his mind replaying Lin Peishi’s words over and over. As for Vivian, he had always thought she was just… Though Ning Hao was famous, at the end of the day, he was only a director. It was one thing to put on airs in front of others in the industry, but in front of Wang Duoyu, he wouldn’t dare.

Li Miaomiao understood Pei Guoan’s meaning. Everyone in the village knew about her relationship with her son; if people were really investigating, they would easily find out. The fact that no one had asked after them for so long was what made the situation truly suspicious.

He no longer cared about the quality of the story, only whether it was a hit film or show he’d once seen.

Zhou Tongtong was so skilled and familiar with the games that she was already bored. She ordered someone to bring her a drink—she was parched from talking so much.

Having just watched her climb the coconut tree, he was still so tense that his heart was pounding erratically.

Pedestrians on the street were so frightened they hid indoors, windows tightly shut, listening only to the endless clatter of horse hooves outside.

Tao Bing was thrown, drenched, into the bathtub. Old wounds hadn’t yet healed, and new ones had been added. Satisfied, Xu Hanxun took a shower, donned a bathrobe, and left.

Taking a different path and upsetting Wang Duoyu was one thing, but putting horns on him was something else entirely.

Suddenly sitting up in bed, Lu Lin ran a hand through his hair, the voice still hoarse from sleep.

At his side, Zhao He was puzzled by what he’d heard. When had his father ever forbidden him to eat fish maw? He had no idea. But he’d always listened to Zhao Xuanyi, so he would never question her over such a trivial matter in public.

Qiu Yizhi knew that now he bore the charge of trespassing in forbidden grounds; there was little to say to the guards of Azure Cliff Monastery. A confrontation was inevitable, yet he hadn’t expected that the one leading the troops now was none other than his trusted general, Zhao Chengxiao.

O’Connor stared at Moye in disbelief, then at the large sum of “paper money” in the old man’s hand, his heart aching as if it were his own money being spent.

Zhou Xinfang sat blankly on the bed, recalling Chang’an’s expression when she said, “He will come.” So certain, yet so indifferent, as if the “he” she spoke of was truly of no consequence to her.

“Too slow. Can you speed it up? Is it possible to make ten a day?” Fu Lin asked.

“It’s no use giving it to you. Didn’t you hear—only the cardholder can enter the restaurant and order. Even if I give you the card, you still can’t order inside.” The woman said.

After a few days’ rest, Qiu Yizhi once again led his troops to raid the Lingnan army’s transport convoys. They’d done this so many times that they were far more adept now. Of all the supply convoys passing through from various regions, not even one in ten managed to reach the walls of Shanyin City.

However, Chu Qingya was startled by Xia Liu’s sudden movement and took a step back in fright.

Of course there was a problem—and a major one at that. He remembered his wife lived in Blue Ocean Villa, number five; he’d just come from there when he was beaten up, dragged to Bald Mountain, and buried alive.

Sun Daomin’s voice rose and fell as he spoke, leaving Sun Hongying utterly confused. She caught that he was saying the person who killed him wasn’t Yue—meaning not Yue Longtian—but as for who it really was, she hadn’t understood at all.

The leading soldier paid no heed to the stunned butler Ma, striding straight into the living room. His gaze lingered for a moment on Helian Nuo and Niu Chong, then turned to Zhang Fang, who had by now regained his composure and was leisurely sipping a cup of tea.