Chapter 43: I like you, be my girlfriend!

How could anyone be like him, blowing hot and cold by turns?
She—she would refuse to be affected by him.

"Because," Gu Zhaojing said, exerting a slight force to pull her closer, "yesterday I was wondering whether Heming's affection for you was a genuine impulse of the heart or just a passing passion. But now, I am certain he truly intends to pursue you as a girlfriend! I cannot let him succeed!"

Xia Huajiao's heart continued to hammer wildly, yet she had not entirely lost her composure. Shifting her gaze away, she reminded him: "However—"

As they were preparing to leave the March Eighth Restaurant, Bai Yangyang had the general manager bring out several gift boxes and cash red envelopes as a New Year gift for all the friends present.

Her father's life was hanging by a thread. Even if he managed to pull through this crisis safely, the financial gap for a kidney transplant would still amount to hundreds of thousands. Where on earth was she supposed to raise that much money?

Though moved, Pang Tianxiao was mostly preoccupied with pondering the mission Chen Xinyu had just mentioned.

Over the past few days, all expenses had been covered from it, and Wu Yan had even seized the opportunity to replace his setup with a remarkably fine set of peripheral devices.

"Actually, you should have won that bout in the first place. If you had, we wouldn't have needed to divorce. But Ji Ru cheated in secret, which caused you to lose the match and almost cost you your life," Zhu Nong stammered.

At the very least, for the multitude of affluent players, many of them had yet to assemble their ideal full sets of gear, which naturally drove the transaction prices of these auction items universally higher.

Following Henry's recounting, expressions of disbelief involuntarily surfaced on everyone's faces, while Philheimer fell silent for a moment.

"Are you genuinely oblivious, or are you just putting on an act for us here?" Wang Xixi looked at the head nurse in her thirties, who wore an expression of perplexity and anxiety. When she first spoke to her, she thought everything had been properly settled; who could have imagined she would be so unappreciative of favors?

It was precisely because Xu Qing's reforms would not shake Fan Zhongyan's New and Reform Policies, which had already been implemented for half a year, but rather carved out an alternative path for exploration, that Han Qi and the others only felt a sense of astonishment and did not view Xu Qing as an enemy. Such was the reason behind it.

While sipping his beverage, the landlord produced a cigarette. Drinking and smoking concurrently to pass the tedious time, he continued waiting for Zhu Nong to pay the rent.

Baili Muyan struck Gu Liaoluo's acupoint to induce sleep and paid her no heed. This room had been specially constructed; unless Nan Luoting arrived with a cannon, it could not be forced open with bare hands or swords.

"Please don't tell me those people weren't sent by you!" Qin Anjin's complexion turned slightly pale. A smile lingered at the corners of his lips, yet that very smile stirred a bitter ache in the hearts of those who beheld it, carrying an indescribable sorrow.

With a rapid contraction of his mechanical pupils, the pitch-black, lightless environment instantly transformed into a crystal-clear night-vision mode within Li Wudao's sight.

For a moment, Qin Yanping was captivated by Gu Qingge's smile, entirely forgetting to respond as he simply stared at her in a daze.

That scene had been far too profound for her—a high-resolution photograph stored in the deepest recesses of her memory, which would occasionally surface from the depths of her mind to haunt her youthful nightmares.

Ling Jingshu gave a sarcastic tug at the corners of her lips, and just as she was about to flatly refuse without a shred of mercy, a flash of inspiration suddenly struck her mind.

Three days later, an imperial edict was handed down: Yang Xiu had rendered distinguished service in suppressing the rebellion and was promoted to a sixth-rank "Military Commandant," commanding an army of thirty thousand.

In a fit of fury, Ji Jida slapped that bird-creature over a dozen times in one go. If he didn't show it a taste of his might, the creature would always remain mischievous.

The common folk in Luoyang City were also quite well-to-do, and those of even moderately decent family backgrounds likely wore finer attire than he did—to say nothing of the aristocratic scions and young masters of noble houses.

On the streets, carriages and horses flowed like a stream, cries and peddling calls rose one after another, and various aromas drifted through the air.

He glanced back at Brat, who was carefully examining a copied oil painting of Picasso on the wall without giving any reaction. Sighing, Zhang Lie knew Brat probably held the exact same view.