Volume One, Chapter 52: Preparing to Return Home

I began to suspect that Su Qingya was deliberately targeting me. However, perhaps out of consideration for the pitiful Xu Zixuan still at home, Su Qingya didn’t press the matter further and simply turned away.

“He was the one who brought you back.” Baili Suye pursed his lips tightly. In the short time he had been asleep, both the child and the adults had encountered trouble. His eyes darkened deeply, as if sensing that someone’s life was about to end.

Baili Wenxiang listened to the chaotic noise on the other end of the phone, then heard the doctor say, “Madam is fine, and the child is fine too, just a case of hiccups.” Instantly, he understood—Luo Ya was pregnant.

Baili Suye’s indifferent brows remained unchanged, his exquisitely handsome face framed by eyes as dark as the night, endless and unfathomable. While others busied themselves covering their faces, trying to avoid the storm.

Luo Ya took a deep breath. She knew these people were acting this way because someone had instructed them. She couldn’t fathom what Chu Xian was trying to do. Was he afraid that if he initiated a divorce, everyone would accuse him of infidelity?

The afternoon sun was mercilessly scorching. The fan merely circulated hot air, leaving one drenched in sweat, as if crying without restraint.

The man with the rosacea was scheming with his trusted aides about their future plans, while Chen Xu had already received news of the surveillance on the rosacea man and his entourage.

Suppressing his inner shock, he studied the video again. He noticed that the license plate of the luxury car had been pixelated by the uploader. The commentator only mentioned that it belonged to the CEO of a multinational corporation, refusing to reveal any other useful information.

Yang Qingluo let out a scream and reflexively clung to his neck. The man beside her remained unmoved, while her face flushed deeply.

“I’m fine, I just really wanted to hear your voice. That’s why I took the time to call you. Stone, can you promise me one thing?” His tone was somewhat urgent.

The Rong family had many descendants. Not to mention those recorded in the genealogy, even the illegitimate sons of a few elders were countless. Yet this time, it was Rong Guanshan who showed up unexpectedly.

Although Chu Dingguo was only a sixth-rank captain, he still had much knowledge of the personnel and structure of the Right Guard. The Right Guard was mostly composed of sons from noble families in the capital. Without understanding the intricate interests involved, it was easy to offend someone.

If that were all, it would be manageable. But the allied forces, struggling to break through, were relentless. They seized this rare opportunity and, driving the retreating Ottoman forces westward, pushed them all the way to the outskirts of Skopje.

Looking at the three so-called second-generation rich kids with their brightly colored hair, Zhou Su suddenly felt that his previous life was dull and meaningless. Eating, drinking, playing, and sleeping—what was the difference between that and being a waste?

“It won’t be too far,” Ye Fan said. At that moment, the Mother Qi Cauldron of All Beings appeared, floating above his head, releasing myriad strands of profound yellow energy that cascaded down in a hazy veil.

Shangguan Haitang remained motionless. It was clear she was prepared to give her life to provide an explanation to her foster father, Wan Sanqian, and the entire world.

Zhang Ziyu grinned broadly, effortlessly fabricating lies as if he were naturally Zhang San.

In the palm of his hand, a worm-like creature writhed. It resembled a silkworm but was entirely black, like the black mask worn by the man in white robes, emitting an unsettling aura.

Zhang Zier glanced at Qiu Feng, then at Li Ying, before finally returning her gaze to Tang Ruoqing.

In truth, it was the same question. This matter, when reasoned through indirectly and logically, was barely plausible.

Online, haters began to lash out beneath Zhang Fan’s Weibo posts. Surprisingly, Zhang Fan’s fans felt a bit uneasy. There was no help for it—Zhang Fan was capable of so many things.

Firstly, everything was offered at a 20% discount. Although the dishes here were worth every penny, many diners had limited purchasing power and had to tighten their belts to persist. Now with the discount, while still expensive, it had become a range they could accept. After all, the food here was truly delicious beyond compare.