Chapter 35: Caught Again

After washing the chili oil off their bodies, the Ni siblings finally sat down at a restaurant downstairs to eat their first meal of the day.

Ni Fang practically wolfed down her food. "I was starving! That girl has no manners, and her aunt is just the same. We were right at their doorstep, and they didn't even bother to invite us in for a meal."

"They might have been polite if we hadn't caused such a scene, but since we started fighting the moment we arrived, it's no wonder they didn't invite us," Ni Qingguo said, sounding somewhat distracted. "Sister, I’m worried about Yaozu's health."

"Damn it!" Seeing they had no choice but to leave, the two men had to abandon Yitong and sprint toward the bushes by the roadside.

Unable to hold his head up under Qin Keqing's rebuke, Jia Rong's once-arrogant demeanor instantly deflated. The room fell deathly silent. Jia She let out a couple of dry coughs, feeling rather uncomfortable with this version of Qin Keqing.

The lakeside boulevard saw very little traffic at night, and with the bitter cold, there were hardly any pedestrians on the road.

Pushing the door open to step outside, Yuan Fang found the night sky clear and dotted with stars. He studied them carefully, hoping to find something familiar, but everything remained as alien as before.

Please don't misunderstand; Shen Er has only just reached the age of maturity and has no intention of losing his virginity too early. Nor is he just peeping at things to feast his eyes—it's not as if he hasn't seen it all in his previous life—wait? It seems I've exposed something. Ahem, please just ignore that, thank you.

Looking at the situation, even if he had found them a year or two later, there likely wouldn't have been any problems. One could only say that he was a supporting character who acted more like a protagonist than the protagonist himself.

On the second floor of the nightclub, under the multicolored lights, Wang Shuyi leaned against the railing, holding a glass and watching someone with an amused expression on her face.

Instead of returning to his own quarters, Yuan Fang pulled Sang Rou directly to where the blacksmiths rested. The furnace was roaring, and two blacksmiths were pouring molten iron into molds. Seeing Yuan Fang storm in, they wanted to pay their respects, but they couldn't stop their work and stood there, momentarily dazed and at a loss.

Liu Dong focused his gaze on an ordinary microscope capable of six-hundred-fold magnification. He was adjusting the light, attempting to stain the cell with fluorescent powder so he could observe it.

This action only fueled Chang Yu's hostility. Their relationship was likely not as simple as it seemed; he had investigated Chen Jiayi and found that she hadn't dated anyone throughout her three years of high school, nor had she even been the subject of any rumors.

But just as they poked their heads in, with their bodies still half-exposed, they suddenly stopped.

"I'm fine, but some other people might have a problem," Luo Xiu said, looking at Zhang Shimin with a cold sneer.

Qin Sheng was shaking with rage and was about to lunge forward to slap him when the nurse pushed the door open and entered.

Uncle Xiang, who was greeting guests, saw the young men walk in and looked at Chen Xiaokai, who was leading them, with a hint of surprise.

Zhao Yun looked at his dark circles and worried expression—he seemed to have aged several years in just two days—and guessed what was troubling him.

Ever since Tang Yue's confession last night, Shen Junyan had been distracted throughout her entire workday.

When she lived here, she felt it was very unsafe. Everything in the house was old and barely functional, but she had spent a lot of money to replace the lock with a new one. It had never given her any trouble all these years, so why did it break so suspiciously now?

A sweet fragrance filled the air. Everyone knew that beneath this phoenix tree, the "Nine-Day Sweet" tea leaves, harvested from trees that stayed green every decade, were nearing perfection. Everyone was about to taste the essence of this nine-day tea.

Ying Thirty-Eight demonstrated in person, guiding Huihui in the "Mirror-Water Style" swordsmanship inherited from the Spring Water Dojo. Huihui did not disappoint; she was able to pick up many techniques after watching them demonstrated just once. One couldn't help but marvel at her remarkable talent for the sword.

"That place is similar to Apartment 72 in the capital; few who enter ever come out alive. I’m afraid she’s going to suffer quite a bit this time." Blood Wolf glanced outside the door, wary of eavesdroppers, even though they were in the Zone 4 special training camp.