Chapter 37: He Was Mediocre During His School Days

Learning these skills was merely to have a chance to cook for her Brother Xiao, but the two had barely seen each other this year, leaving no opportunity. Now that they had reconciled, she would sooner or later think of cooking for him.

"Brother Chen, you eat first. I’ve grilled plenty over there. Once I’m done here, I’ll head over to eat," Ye Moxing said, her heart warming as she wore a bright smile.

Alice was unaware of their relationship. As for Su Wushuang’s family affairs, she only knew that he had a strained relationship with his uncle; she was oblivious to the fact that his relationship with Su Yao and the others was also poor. She smiled, acting very friendly.

Han Sui remained seated, watching them gradually walk away and disappear around a bend, her brow knitting in confusion.

"Sister, when did I ever say it was a man?" Tang Ling felt overwhelmed; she was no match for Zhou Zhi, even if there were ten of her.

Boasting of one's achievements, relying on merit to be arrogant, becoming complacent, exaggerating one's contributions, considering oneself a hero, being conceited about one's deeds, showing off merit and ability, priding oneself on achievements, and resting on one's laurels—these all belong to one category.

"You’ll know when you arrive. I won’t talk anymore; we’re about to set off." Having said this, Su Wushuang hung up the phone without waiting for Alice to reply, then turned his gaze toward Brother Xiao.

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His muscles suddenly tensed. He instinctively reached to brighten his terminal, but his arm was suddenly held down by the big boss.

Su Wushuang finished three glasses of red wine, looked at the crowd with an unchanged expression, then tilted the glass downward with a light chuckle. Not a single drop fell. Without waiting for the crowd to react, he walked off the stage.

White powder fell from the wall, dusting Wu Jue’s head and face. Suddenly, he felt that something about the texture was wrong.

Nangong Jun dared not keep the furious Abbot Xiao waiting. He scrambled to pick up his phone; the call was still connected. There was silence on the other end—no questioning, not even the sound of breathing was audible, which only made him tremble with fear.

The first-class cabin of this starship, marked as heading toward the "Star of Ultimate Bliss," occupied half the vessel. Nobles, merchants, and politicians walked and chatted on the spacious, clean red carpet, wearing comfortable fluffy slippers.

She had to call that mean man over. He knew she was protecting him, so there was no reason for him not to help.

The fierce kiss concluded. Wu Jue panted rapidly, the big boss still pinning him against the wall. He could hear the man’s violent, powerful heartbeat.

It wasn't until Xiao Yichen returned and caught sight of the two "gazing deeply" at each other that his mood, which had finally recovered, clouded over once more.

Madam Mo froze, her pupils instinctively constricting, a faint trace of fear surfacing in her eyes. After all, no matter how much Mo Lianghong doted on his wife, he was the head of the household and the leader of the Mo family. Her upbringing was still rooted in the traditional belief that a wife should look to her husband as her lord.

Lin Cha learned for the first time that there were so many varieties of fish. Some looked exactly alike, yet their names were completely different.

Xia Liyuan had been lost in thought and never expected that any of the maids in her room would have the audacity to push her. Caught off guard, she stumbled.

"If I didn't have to keep him for you to play with, Queen, I would truly like to dig his eyeballs out," Murong Feiming said through gritted teeth.

After dinner, Murong Che followed Yun Duoduo back to her place. This left Yun Duoduo feeling depressed; she had wanted to move around a bit more, but now she didn't dare, forced to pretend she was frail.

Furthermore, Cape Town was a world-renowned tourist city, which was why they used the television station to issue an invitation, hoping Li Chen would appear on his own.

"Murong Feiming?! What are you doing here? Why haven't you left yet!" He Ya stood up, asking urgently in a lowered voice. Fortunately, she retained a sliver of rationality and didn't roar, but even at a low volume, her hatred was evident.

The four of them walked along at a leisurely pace. Fortunately, it wasn't very crowded today. Along the way, they saw people dressed in all sorts of attire—rich and poor alike. On this path, they were equals; no one could use privilege, and all had to rely on their own strength to climb.

Murong Yinzhu, who had originally intended to leave quietly, decided to take a look at the Flaming Cave first. If she could take Nangong Lin’s body away, she would.

"As soon as your army arrived, Western Lin appeared. Prince Jing, you certainly have impeccable timing," He Ya said with a smile.

Under the tree where the wild chickens lingered, there was an ancient, long-abandoned well—the place the shepherd boy had pointed to.

Just now, when the village head spoke, he figured his mother would take those children to call for the dead girl's soul. He could take advantage of everyone’s distraction to steal her away and deliver her to Master Sun.

Commander Yang and his men, who arrived upon hearing the news, witnessed the scene. However, in such a cramped secret chamber, they dared not attack Hosida for fear of harming Chu Feng.

No one answered at the door. Mo Shiwei’s gaze grew cold. She approached the door and waited, holding her breath.

Their family of three lived together. Xue’er was in school and most susceptible to colds. Although ordinary colds weren't highly contagious, staying together for long periods meant infection was inevitable.

Not far away, a man in a peaked cap couldn't help but curse, wondering why they hadn't closed the second-floor curtains as instructed.

West of the ancient city of Shanzhou flowed the winding Qinglong Stream, which merged into the Yellow River to the north. To the north and east lay the Yellow River, and to the south, Mount Gan.

Yang Yan was overjoyed at the news; this was incredible news. If Yang Ming was still alive and had brought back supplies, their Yang family would definitely survive this disaster and rebuild their strength.

The Unsullied stood with shields and spears, backs against stone pillars, the spikes on their helmets glinting with a chilling, intimidating light.

However, Sun Jie indicated that none of this was necessary, saying they could settle it directly with the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Revenue later, with Sichuan Province providing proof. Though the man was deeply trusted by the Emperor and had such capabilities, there had been no prior relationship between them. This was a massive favor, and the two could not help but be genuinely moved.