Chapter 48: Mom, This Is My Girlfriend!

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An Wan carried a slaughtered and de-feathered hen in one hand and held an umbrella with the other, while Cheng Nuo walked step by step with his head lowered beneath the umbrella.
"Did you come up with this name? Surely not, you could never think of such a humorous name," Yu Qinghuai said.
Other uncles and aunts echoed in agreement. Every time Lin Cheng opened his mouth, he was cut short, leaving Madam Fang standing nearby with trembling lips and a rather peculiar expression.
Hu Yingying understood. It was simply a tangled web of intricate relationships and hidden motives amidst various power struggles.
Gently tracing the likeness of Brother Zhao Qingyan onto her fabric, she slowly brought his image to life on the canvas. The room remained quiet as Lin Meng embroidered with utmost concentration. After some time, hearing movement outside, she carefully packed away her things and returned to her own courtyard.
"Your Majesty, do you feel that the appreciation banquet I prepared is not to your liking?" she asked, looking at Fu Moyuan with a hint of grievance and a coquettish tone.
When Lin Yu heard this, he was somewhat dumbfounded. He knew his father better than anyone—a timid and honest man who only ever stayed behind his mother, never participating in family affairs and caring only for the fields. He truly never expected that his father, at this advanced age, would desire a twilight romance.
Watching An Yi, Zhao Qingyan could not help but laugh in exasperation. Had he treated them poorly? Why were they this overjoyed just to have a holiday?
If he remembered correctly, whenever the jade pipa spirit cursed with intense emotion, the surrounding tree branches would also rustle as if echoing that agitated mood.
Overwhelmed with panic and flustered, I messed everything up and failed completely, pretending as though nothing had happened, only for tears to suddenly stream down my face.
This was because Zhu Yanran possessed the strength of the late Golden Core stage, and there were even quite a few hidden experts lurking in the shadows.
The vast night sky was lit up by the fireworks, and the peacock displaying its tail was breathtakingly moving, yet regrettably, very few people were appreciating this magnificent heavenly spectacle at that moment.
Chen Mohan nodded numbly. Back at school, the pain made it impossible for her to attend classes. Even after taking painkillers, she could only lie powerlessly on the bed, finding everything she tried to do exhausting.
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It was evident how extremely excited she was. This was already the third day since Ye Feng was buried, and one could only imagine how worried she had been.
Looking at Ye Feng’s expression, Lin Yao gave a sweet laugh and suddenly switched on the audio system in the private room, filling the space with soft, slow music.
We took over some essential items for opening a spicy hot pot restaurant from the previous owner, such as tables, chairs, bowls, dishes, refrigerators, freezers, and tools for making the hot pot, which saved us from having to buy them again. In addition, we supplemented these with some necessary daily living supplies.
He sat there, bowing his head in silence. Looking at his taciturn and faintly sorrowful expression, my heart ached deeply.
"There are still corpses inside, more than one. There are several others in there," another person exclaimed in shock at that moment.
Faced with the Honkai beasts possessing thick shells and bodies composed of silicon, weapons of this caliber could no longer inflict significant damage upon them.
If she were simply carried out openly now, it would likely make Gu Chengfeng's return even more arduous.
The emperor wiped the sweat from his brow. It was only July, still over five months away from the New Year. Given Feng Ling'an's decisive and efficient methods, reaching the western frontier by October would still allow the people of the Western Territory to properly celebrate the New Year.
Luan Yan pretended to have been pierced to the heart, his expression suddenly shifting to one of awkwardness and unease. He stared fixedly into his grandfather's eyes. Although that body was growing old, Lu Changcun's gaze remained as sharp as ever, seeming capable of seeing right through Luan Yan's inner thoughts.
"Well? What do you two think? Is she really An Wen or not?" Su Mingmei asked straightforwardly.
Just as they were feeling puzzled, a fleeting glance revealed that the old man who had been speaking to them a moment before had vanished. This made the situation seem even more eerie. Exchanging glances, the group hurriedly hurried down the mountain to report to Yin Yongmin.
Xiaoshao was momentarily stunned, yet he understood the motivation behind Shang Wuqing's actions. Those two had originally been planted as spies around Shang Wuqing. Shang Wuqing had been merciful enough to release the imprisoned spy maidens after the matter was resolved, but he had never expected them to show no gratitude and instead help Liu Yuhui plot against him.
Though she did not know Shen Jingren personally, she was somewhat familiar with him, knowing that he was the head of the prominent Shen family in Zhucheng and also the wealthiest man in the city.
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Conan re-evaluated Yun Qianchen, marveling at the profound influence she held. Having worked under Lu Zeyao for many years, he had always believed Lu Zeyao to be cold-blooded, ruthless, impartial, and unwavering—a man whose decisions were absolute and never subject to change.
Xiaoshao's gaze locked onto Liu Yuhui's eyes. Those eyes held a distant look, as if lost in fond memories, transitioning gradually from deep love to desolation. A desolate full moon rose into the sky, casting a frosty, chilling moonlight over Liu Yuhui's figure.
The two of them were chatting intently inside the room, completely unaware of the shadow that had appeared outside. Since the outdoor lights were not turned on, it was very difficult for the people inside to see the situation outside.
Of course, he would not share his judgment with them. After all, this was merely his own speculation, and things in this world were unpredictable. What if they suddenly had a breakthrough? History was not without such examples—those who started out dull-witted but suddenly became enlightened, making rapid progress in the imperial examinations and advancing all the way smoothly.
The two flames intertwined and surged toward those people. Whether they were touched by the Primordial Extreme Fire or the Eight Desolations Void Flame, they shrieked in agony and vanished into black ash.
Qu You walked closer, only to realize that this painting was not the same one she had seen back then. Frowning in confusion, she quietly approached Madam Fang.
"I did," Lu Xi said happily, wrapping his arms around Gao Yan's neck. "Brother, why did you come so early?" Lu Xi gazed unblinkingly at Gao Yan. He seemed to have lost weight, and a faint look of exhaustion lingered on his face. "Did you rush back the whole way?" Lu Xi asked with a heart full of distress.
"Jiaojiao," Yuzhang gazed at her with a smile. Her gaze melted into a pool of tenderness the moment she caught sight of A-Jie, who had just woken up and was rolling his eyes around in curiosity at his surroundings. "Is this A-Jie? Let me hold him," she said, reaching out to take A-Jie into her arms.
How could Gao Yan allow her to refuse? The moment she got ashore, she would undoubtedly go back to clinging to Gao Yue. With one hand, he grasped Lu Xi's hands, lowering his head to tenderly and lingeringly kiss that soft, jade-like warmth.
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