Chapter 37: Besieged by Twenty Men

Meng Shuyue was left speechless by his words. She glanced at Song Shiyu, who stood to the side with an expression of silent agreement, and understood everything.

The Song family, from the eldest to the youngest, were all complete idiots.

It was obvious that those thugs had been paid again to slander her. If those hoodlums had really wanted to expose her for framing Su Yanyan, they would have done it at the police station. Instead, they waited until they were outside just to reveal it in front of the two of them. Only these two fools would believe such a thing. She couldn't be bothered to waste her breath on them.

Li Jiu felt bored and suffocated. She reached over, grabbed a cigarette pack, pulled one out, fumbled with the lighter, and successfully lit it.

Ye Xiu did not reach out to open the gift box. Instead, he maneuvered Lord Grim to pace around Ye Xia, carrying his Myriad Manifestation Umbrella while muttering to himself.

Li Jiu returned to the rental apartment with the "Fishing Brother." After changing out of her exquisite theatrical costume into a set of clothes bought at a "buy one get one free" stall at the night market, she finally felt at ease.

For Zhang Zhiyuan, who had already hung up his armor, nothing mattered except for the grain.

Qin Yu ignored him, but Zheng Xuan refused to budge. Qin Yu narrowed his eyes, spiritual energy instantly condensing in his left palm, and he was just about to strike.

It was terrifying. Zhang Hao didn't even know how he had survived this month; every time he looked at his skyrocketing account balance, he had no idea what to do.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, a few minutes of silence passed. Then, the sound of footsteps crunching on the ground echoed before them, and several blurred figures appeared in their view.

Mu Qing’s face looked ghastly. Last night’s discussion had actually been quite effective: the Hidden Valley side was divided into three groups. He and Qinglong would go find the White Tiger, Murong Jing would divert the enemy to rescue the captives, and the remaining members would be led by Chen Zhuo to act according to the situation and provide support.

Lin An still said nothing, but he worked efficiently; he quickly bought groceries from the driver's seat before driving away.

"Come if you want. This is the chess technique taught to me by Xin'er; even if you study for another ten years, you won't be a match for this old man." Jian Wuhen smiled as he set up the chessboard.

"I am looking, I just haven't found it yet." Jian Xin's cry made Jian Wuhen choke on his sobs with excitement. Even though she called him an old man, he didn't mind—after all, it didn't sound as affectionate as calling him grandfather.

The Second Prince said, "What the Great-Uncle says, the top scholar Qin had already anticipated." He then recounted to Prince Yu what Qin Fengyi had told him earlier.

"Ninth Master, this child of yours... have you hired a tutor?" Yi Feishi was the first to speak without waiting for Xie Mao’s instructions.

She swept her cold gaze over the five of them, her ruthless mouth curling like a predator's. Beneath her exquisite face, a cruel and cold heart was suddenly ignited, and a surge of anger flared up.

Ye Jiarou’s clothes were simple and plain, making her look even more delicate and pitiable, which was deeply endearing. Ye Chu, the only one who knew the truth, couldn't help but mutter, "What a massive white lotus."

Bayi wasn't sure how Yang Cheng had managed to break through his distorted air layer in that instant, but he knew that a bet was a bet.

The family of four were displaced villagers whose town had been slaughtered by phantoms. After wandering for months, they had finally found Nangong City. They didn't even have a home, and now, because of him, Ah Gou had been dragged into danger and injured.

Xie Mao glanced at her with a calm expression, noncommittal. Yet, anyone with eyes could see that Xie Mao did not care where Yi Feishi went.

There were two cars in the house, but because their father was away on business, one had been driven to Beijing. The remaining one was specifically purchased by their mother for Ye Chu, and no one else in the family had the right to use it.

Hundreds of sword auras crisscrossed, forming a dense web of spatial rifts.

It’s true—in modern society, which engaged couple doesn't live together openly? We’re the only ones sleeping in separate rooms, acting all awkward, even more uncomfortable than strangers.