Chapter 50: The Kitten Is Dying

“Yuanyuan, I know you care deeply for Ningning. But you must be mindful of the boundaries in your interactions with others, alright?”

Xuefang gently pulled Jiang Yuanyuan aside to her own area, lowering her voice with sincere concern.

Yuanyuan had just heard Hua Ning’s words and felt a bit downcast as she replied, “I understand, Sister Ke.”

Seeing her so dejected, Xuefang felt a pang of sympathy. She had watched Yuanyuan grow up, after all.

However, why did such an ordinary gesture feel so difficult to perform at this moment?

At that instant, Duan Yichen wore casual home clothes, his black hair slightly tousled. The loose garment hung forward, revealing a hint of his collarbone.

Everyone had expected him to lie weakly in bed, but here he was standing upright, his spirit much improved. Like Duan Yichen, who wore a stern expression, the two watched the pair at the door with impassive faces.

These employers were silently amazed. From the earlier fight, they had already sensed his strength, and now he was resting with greater peace of mind.

Seeing Cha Xuan’s heartbroken yet composed demeanor, Sister Mai understood—it was time to sever ties. She didn’t ask any questions. She treated Cha Xuan’s wounds, and when Cha Xuan said she wanted to move, that was that.

“Damn! As you wish,” Ding Qianye said, clasping his hands. His forearms resisted the hammering of steel rods, and the momentum from the dark-skinned man forced him backward rapidly. After crashing through a large door, the two entered another room.

The Starry Sky Giant Ape had once been immensely powerful, far surpassing human martial artists, but it was thoroughly defeated by the ancient exotic species—rightfully so.

Pigsy wiped away the laziness from his face, exuding a mountain-like aura of power as he declared firmly.

“Now you won’t have to suffer so much. The hard days are behind you,” Ding’s mother said meaningfully, her eyes full of relief.

It seemed the original master’s elders were all stunningly beautiful, highly skilled in martial arts, each with distinct personalities yet unfailingly loyal.

Once the shop officially opened for business, she wouldn’t have to worry as much and could focus on developing new, excellent products.

A trace of admiration shone in her eyes. To protect one’s friends and family at the risk of one’s life—such a man truly deserved respect.

This time, though, she returned like a walking corpse, as if nothing could stir her emotions.

Ling Yunfeng smiled, but suddenly felt a commanding gaze that silenced him instantly.

Next came the eighth person, a tall figure whose body crackled with terrifying lightning. Yet his eyes remained fixed on Xiao Xiao.

Through his tone and Sean’s expression, Elena knew this address came from the heart.

Seeing this, Catherine simply nodded to Sean and was about to turn away, but Hermione suddenly grabbed her sleeve.

Her heart grew heavier. She had planned to look for Wan Bochong and Zhang Zhi during the day tomorrow, but now that seemed impossible.

“Master Hui! The lord is calling you!” The old butler emerged from the hall, speaking to Su Yaohui, who was about to enter.

Chen Jiu frowned, noticing the sun was already high. As a peak Nascent Soul cultivator and elder council member, his words carried weight.

“Hey, what do you mean? Don’t trust me? Just borrow it for a few days; I’ll return it to you, alright?” Qin San jumped down from the wall, limping as he chased after Meng Fan who ignored him.

“Nothing more.” Bai Zheng fell silent and retreated to his seat, but glanced at Bai Ling with puzzlement. Bai Ling returned the look, equally confused. Both wondered, seeing Bai Feifei’s confident demeanor, did she really dare to defy the chief steward?