Chapter 97: Encountering Huang Hu’s Subordinates

After leaving the air-raid shelter, Lin Buwan and Wei Qu planned to return to the mountain, but as they passed near the livestock farm, they reconsidered and decided to stop by, intending to inform An Zicong and the others that they'd found a doctor.

Before they even reached the door, a clamor erupted from within.

"My silly girl, look at your swollen eyes, all bloodshot. Go rest for a while. When you wake up, I'll tell you everything. Be good," Qian Xing coaxed tenderly.

"Your mother said, if she still loved me, she would have left long ago. Because of love, separation is unbearable. Because of love, closeness is necessary. Your mother said she never knew how to love herself," Chu Xi said, rising and leaving Chu Mingyu's room.

She tugged at Shen Ruiheng's arm, tapping lightly on the back of his hand, as if whispering some secret.

Chen Yiru's eyes darted, a smile curling at his lips. "Heh, it's all the company's arrangement. We don't know the specifics!" Neither denying nor confirming, he simply attributed everything to company orders, so if it was discovered the car was not theirs, no one could fault their words.

The elders of Jincheng and the others were visibly shaken. They had been hesitating, searching for opportunities, harboring suspicions toward Qian Xing. Now, all doubts and hesitations were swept away; there was no longer any choice.

Dou Dou was depressed. What he meant was that he'd already decided to return, so wouldn't things go back to the old days, barely seeing each other even a few times a year?

After all that had happened, over three months had passed, and Hu Ye’s departure drew ever closer.

Seizing a brief space between their lips, Lin Chuxia tried to speak, but was silenced again as Shen Mingxuan pressed his lips to hers, swallowing every word she had yet to utter.

Sometimes Ji Weiwei was quite curious—how did Lu Jingkai manage to persuade Mu Ziyu to leave the house with him? Even Qi Zhenzhen, if she tried to get close, he would drag her away.

His gaze fell on the child’s cheek—Zhang Chengsen could guess, even with his toes, the relationship between his father and that child. The realization left him in a wave of despair.

“How can I leave this place?” Changli smiled silently, and Cheng Jing was instantly at a loss.

“If you’re here to advise Yu to retreat, you can get out,” Oda Nobunaga said coldly, crossing one leg over the other and resting his cheek on his right hand, his gaze icy as he looked at Yu Qiuping.

This was a magical artifact their lineage had reforged after losing the Azure Lamp, nourished for decades by their sect, perfectly attuned to their Dao. In Cheng Jing’s hands, it would unleash twice its usual power.

The two were uncle and nephew, their features somewhat similar, and after a year together, their temperaments had grown alike—so much so that they seemed like father and son.

His mother had once said she hoped her child would inherit her will and follow her path, so he forced the young Changli to become a child star.

Yu Qiuping and a group of high-ranking officers were gathered around the table in the main tent, a map of Western Mino spread before them.

Jealousy and anger were unsurprising, but it was only the “regret” that Gu Yunjin understood half a year later—the Wei family regretted not learning from the Yang family.

The two brothers discovered that the towering, majestic City of Gold was practically tailor-made for them—it was money itself! Then, gleefully edging closer, they nearly lost their lives. If not for a gang of villains rushing ahead, there would be no Miao Six and Miao Seven in the world now.

Returning home in the dark, Cheng Xu found the phonograph in the living room still playing popular songs, leisurely and calm, as if he hadn’t been waiting for them at all.