Chapter 65: Mushroom Soup

Shi Nianqing rode on the back of the huge tiger, which felt her weight and continuously adjusted its muscles. It quickly dashed into the jungle, where the air felt much fresher after being washed by the rain.

Using her supernatural ability all the way, she found quite a few vegetables and even picked numerous mushrooms. In the jungle after the rain, those mushrooms grew at a rapid pace. Around the very spot where she had found matsutake mushrooms last time, several new ones had sprouted up in a circle.

A trace of sadness stirred in my heart. The weather outside was just right, a wonderful season for outings and excursions, yet he was confined to this bedroom day in and day out, hardly able to step outside twice a year. His eating, drinking, excretion, and washing were entirely handled by caregivers, and all his movements were restricted.

Aunt Bai squeezed a smile onto her face, slipped a bracelet off her wrist, placed it into the maid's hand, and patted her hand gently.

Yao Yao grew even more jealous, feeling secretly vexed as she thought to herself, "Hmph, I must let her know the consequences of daring to snatch a man from me, Hu Yaoyao."

At the dining table, no one spoke to urge her to stay anymore. Ai Qiaopiao resolutely walked out. Instead of returning to her mother's side, she left the Ai family courtyard and broke into a run toward the direction of Huaian City.

She could not help feeling a sense of fortune. She was not raised within the manor; had she grown up in such an environment, she would have either turned mad or become spineless.

Song Cheng squinted at me, his smile roguish and full of mischievous intent at first glance.

Just as he raised his foot, seemingly remembering this detail, he quickly pulled it back, nearly tripping himself over.

"However, Fourth Master said it was the Princess's instruction." Dark Night felt grateful that Lu Si allowed him to use the Grand Princess as a shield.

Without a moment's hesitation, she pulled the trigger. My heart had already leapt to my throat, and I watched helplessly as I heard that gunshot ring out.

Yet she had to kneel; if her son's factory could not be saved, she would have to go begging on the streets. Compared to begging, kneeling was no big deal.

In the evening, Father turned on the television. For some reason, Zhao Hui could not control her emotions and burst into tears. Unwilling to be seen, she covered herself with a quilt to hide it.

Because he saw the police and doctors who arrived shortly afterward carrying away the body of the deceased Kentaro Ren, while the rest of the police questioned passersby for their statements and photographed the scene.

As for what happened to the homeowner, well, what terrible luck—he was struck by a billboard on the street and met his end.

On the way back, Zhao Hui bought some handicrafts at a roadside shop, along with a string of pearl necklaces and a string of pearl bracelets.

Watching Chianti in such an excited state, Korn shrugged helplessly, conveying that she could do as she pleased.

At noon, Zhao Hui originally planned to leave a little earlier, but then remembered she needed to reply to Wang Lifang's letter. By the time she finished writing the letter, it was already 1:45. She rode her bicycle to the stadium, only to find she had arrived too early, with very few people there yet. Zhao Hui thought about taking a stroll through the park, perhaps she might run into Li Zhenguo there.

Ahead, a massive wave-like surge of aura impacted the area, causing all the clouds in the sky to scatter instantly, and the space trembled violently like ripples on water.

Moving her body slightly, Yu Meiren discovered that she was actually pinned down by two arms and two legs, making it completely impossible to get up.

Thus, Mu Tianlang and the others ultimately settled into an inn, while Zhang Ting and Long Ying went with gifts to Grand Marshal Liu Suifeng's mansion, preparing to propose marriage on behalf of Mu Tianlang.

Zhuo Xia said nothing more and leaped up onto the roof. Mu Tianlang said, "If you don't want to get soaked, go back and change your clothes. It's not that I look down on you, but there's simply no need to drag you along." With that, Mu Tianlang followed behind Zhuo Xia toward the Sixth Prince's residence.

Take, for instance, Jiang Bochong and Nakiri; what on earth happened back then in the snowy border city... Naturally, this was something Mu Tianlang wanted to know—things those from Longxing went to their graves refusing to tell him.

He Tianfang was lost in a flurry of thoughts for a moment, while the others suppressed their laughter with difficulty, continuing to listen to the conversation inside the room.