Volume 1, Chapter 68: Revealing Huo Xiao's Identity

Cheng Ru hung up the phone and dialed Qin Tianlang's number.

Her tone was gloomy. "Tianlang, we still haven't received the invitation from the Lin family. Have someone look into it."

Qin Tianlang on the other end of the line sounded quite indifferent.

"Alright," he replied in a deep voice. "I'll ask around."

Although she had obtained Qin Tianlang's assurance, Cheng Ru still felt uneasy, a lingering sense that something was wrong.

Knowing full well that this might be a romance without a future, why did I still cling to its fleeting beauty? Must someone ruthlessly tear away its tender veil layer by layer before we can finally see the truth behind this so-called beautiful love affair?

Yang Qingluo was startled. Were those mountain-like piles of boxes supposed to be gifts for her parents? Wasn't that a bit too exaggerated?

As for taking care of her, shouldn't that be the job of you, Zhang Ming朗, a man still hung up on his old flame? What does her fluctuating mood have to do with me in the slightest?

I cannot evaluate this behavior; I only know that such a united, single-hearted momentum moved me to tears.

The back mountain was some distance away from my house, making it rather secluded and almost deserted. Ever since Dad told me he found me abandoned in this very place, I often wondered why I was discovered here by him and what on earth had happened to me, though all of this remained a complete mystery.

Ye Zihan felt that this soil might possess some unusual properties. After a moment of thought, she gathered quite a bit of it, intending to ask Luo Chen later if the dirt served any special purpose.

She walked forward with unsteady steps, while the onlookers automatically cleared a path, wearing expressions of eager anticipation, waiting for her to make a fool of herself once more.

Keeping the child cooped up at home day after day is really no solution at all, and running outside every two or three days is making their temperament increasingly wild.

"Besides, although I'm not greedy for money, things have reached this point, and you surely cannot avoid planning for your own future," Mother Zhuang said with a sigh.

Pulling out my phone, I wanted to discuss this matter with Li Hongbo, but the phone rang right at that exact moment.

Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Mu gathered the necessary funds along with the blood and immediately helped the supervisor replace it.

Zhong Yexue looked at Gu Tingchen, her heart filled with intense resentment. Thinking of everything that had happened up to now, she rushed toward him like a madwoman.

With that, she licked her crimson lips, masking the glint in her eyes. Things were getting more and more interesting.

She obediently opened her mouth, swallowing the medicinal soup he fed her spoonful by spoonful. She glanced at him with every single sip she took, but Xiao Yizheng's eyes remained fixed entirely on the spoon.

The two men in black bodyguards truly showed no intention of making things difficult. Making a polite gesture, they led Su Ying over to a black commercial van.

At any rate, Zhang Han was not going to sit around and wait for death. He dreaded the terror of waiting, and he was even terrified of hearing news about others.

Shanshan, however, did not feel the slightest bit excited. The mere thought of working with that narcissistic man made it impossible for her heart to settle down.

"You have to ensure the smooth execution of your own plan while also making sure your younger brother is not implicated. Trying to multitask like that, how could you possibly avoid making mistakes? All I need to do is make good use of your younger brother, even if you refuse to utter a single word."

She felt nervous, terrified, shy, and flustered, yet she still tried her best to remain calm, unpanicked, poised, and composed. With all these unprecedented emotions tangling together at this very moment, she had no idea how to react, and simply remained frozen, shrinking timidly into his embrace.

This was the first time he and Zhu Xiuzhu had completely torn off their masks since they first met, and the fallout was utterly absolute. He desperately wanted to just walk away and leave her to clean up this messy mess, yet deep down, he felt an overwhelming sense of unwillingness.

Watching her retreating figure, Luo Shi always felt an indescribable sense of loneliness. She vaguely sensed that Feng Zhen was actually not happy, but she also knew that since Feng Zhen was unwilling to speak of it, asking would be entirely futile. She resolved to properly comfort and enlighten her the next time they met.