Chapter 111: Mutual Affection

Finding solace in his support, the young Martial Uncle leaned into Mingshuang and finally relaxed. His breathing gradually steadied, and the pain from his wounds began to subside.

After the two had embraced affectionately for a long time, and most of the bloody gashes on the young Martial Uncle’s body had healed, he lazily opened his eyes and asked, "What exactly did you see in me just now?"

The young Martial Uncle was convinced that the reason Mingshuang had been able to help him regain his senses was due to something critical he had witnessed on the rooftop—something that had been clouding his rationality and causing his persistent anxiety and memory lapses.

With his beautiful companion in his arms, Mingshuang’s heart was already blooming with warmth and brilliant joy. He answered happily, "I saw a feeling of love in you. As expected, our little..."

Sang Lan’s words were cut short by my retort. She looked somewhat resentful, bit her lip, and lowered her voice to ask me about the portrait.

Little did he know that the one at home had been shamelessly swiped from the Huo family by Old Master Hou. He had assumed that since Bai Yu had finished them, she had sent one to every household. He didn't stop to think: was Bai Yu really that social?

The only reason she hadn't taken action over these past few days was that Bai Yu wanted to give the military time to investigate. She hoped they would find that doctor and follow the trail to the mastermind behind the scenes, which would effectively rid the public of a major pest.

Finishing an exam is truly refreshing. With no pressure in my heart, and since there were no classes the next day, everyone completely abandoned their earlier studious demeanor; those who liked to play games did so, and those who preferred watching live streams tuned in.

Then, Batie turned back, took five jars of spirits and two porcelain bowls from the room, and set them heavily on the table. With a single strike, he cracked the seal on a jar, generously filled Long Fei’s bowl to the brim, poured one for himself, and said, "Drink it up, brother!"

As long as you are not Bai Yu, I will not like you. As long as it is Bai Yu, I love her regardless of what she looks like.

According to his estimate, this "meeting"—or rather, this disaster—would undoubtedly be a long one. Considering that smoking was allowed in the conference room and drinking water was provided, these guys could easily argue until the next mealtime.

He managed to lecture Mingyang and Shuiyue, who had finally found a chance to have breakfast with Fenghua, until they suffered from indigestion, put down their chopsticks, and fled.

Non-elemental sword techniques do not mean one cannot use elements to launch attacks with greater damage. Rather, it means drawing upon the corresponding elemental attack style based on one’s own attributes.

Just as I was feeling depressed, Lin Tong’s voice on the other end of the phone suddenly took a 180-degree turn.

Regarding the company and the conflict between Tang Guannian and Tang Huaijin, Tang Yingnan was actually at a loss. She could not stop the struggle between her nephew and her lover. This sense of helplessness made her look upon Nan Yu with even more disdain.

Yan You pulled out her phone and dialed Mo Yishen, but the cold, automated voice of an unreachable line greeted her from the receiver.

When Yan You woke, it was already nearing noon. After washing up, feeling thirsty, and without changing her clothes, she took a glass to get some water.

If I had been hesitant about whether to tell him about the child before, ever since he got married, I hadn't even considered letting him know.

"My God!" Qian Mo’s face turned even uglier, pale as a lifeless sheet of white paper.

In all fairness, Nan Yu truly felt sorry for Mu Qian. He could have avoided getting involved in this dispute; it was Nan Yu’s appearance that had dragged him into it.

"My Lord, someone has arrived from the south." Just as Ma Teng and Han Sui had walked a short distance, they saw one of their generals pacing anxiously. Upon seeing them, his eyes lit up; he hurried over, scanned his surroundings, and whispered into Ma Teng’s ear.

My heart sank instantly. As expected, Du Heng had likely chosen his parents after all. In truth, he could not be blamed for this; I am no devastating beauty who could make a man cast everything aside for love.

"Brother Du Tie, what exactly do you want? What must we brothers do for you to let us go?" Duan Tianqing wanted to know Du Tie’s bottom line.

The setting sun from outside shone in, bathing Nan Yu in its light, casting a glow over her that appeared both holy and beautiful.