Chapter 120: He Is My Brother, You Are the Adulterer

Zhou Jingyi glanced down at Wen Ni, nodding. “Yes.” Back then, Uncle Li had wanted Wang Bo to join his team, but when Wang Bo refused, he’d uttered those very words.

A day later, with dark circles under his eyes, Chen Ming sat in the back seat of the MPV as Tang Yao took him to Taoyuan Building. He wasn’t unfamiliar with the place; his previous café had been just across the street.

But this was a product of several centuries—a thing newly created, naturally impossible to fully comprehend. Moreover, an aura of spiritual energy clung to it. Even though it was dormant, the undulations of magical power still radiated effortlessly from within.

The sensation, both warm and cold, made my skin tremble uncontrollably, just like my own bewildered and helpless heart at that moment.

The commander was finally frightened by the desperadoes’ madness. While directing the fire beetles to defend and slowly retreat, he quickly ordered the attacking troops to fall back.

It could also be said that their playful nature got the better of them; they never took studying seriously, placing far more importance on games and matters of the heart.

Even Qiu Yilin, who looked down on these paper-thin characters with all her heart, still had to rack her brains to constantly gain favor from Ji Yan and the supporting roles, still had to find ways to steal the fortune that belonged to her.

“Grandpa, why are you drinking again!” Yun Yue glared at the old man, looking at her grandfather with a mix of coquettishness and exasperation.

This year alone, the two had held more than a dozen concerts, which showed just how popular they were.

It was just like the Crown Prince during Kangxi's reign—when Songgotu fell from power, it didn’t bring down the Crown Prince with him. Even after being deposed, there was still a chance to be reinstated. Later, when the Crown Prince was deposed a second time, it was because he coveted the throne and brought it upon himself.

When Siqi and Aunt Ji saw Jiang Yunqing come out, they realized her presence could no longer be concealed. So, instead of stopping the Virtuous Consort, they simply walked up to Jiang Yunqing.

“Of course I don’t know him; I’m not as unlucky as Grandpa Dong,” Gu Xiaojun snorted. Since she’d already offended them, she might as well do it thoroughly.

“So you’re saying there’s no way you’ll calmly accept treatment right now?” Boskov also asked in a calm tone.

She couldn’t hold it in any longer. Tears fell silently down her cheeks, but she dared not cry out loud for fear of making Mi Xianger more upset. Quickly, she turned her face away, covered her mouth with her hand, and only her trembling shoulders betrayed her grief.

He had more to say than just business matters; he also wanted to express his reluctance to leave Hanzhong and part with Prefect Song.

Ye Miao didn’t know how to evaluate his actions. At first, he hadn’t liked Lu Shiyu much—so what had changed now?

“Vice President Wei does enjoy a joke. If you’re talking about trouble, I heard your company’s recent fashion show ran into some serious issues. If you need help, remember to mention it to my brother. Maybe, for your sake, he’ll step in and lend a hand,” Ou Yan said arrogantly.

Li Jiayu pulled him inside, set up hot water, and pushed him to shower. Then she noticed he’d come empty-handed, bringing nothing at all. At this late hour, there was nowhere to buy anything, and Li Jiayu could only sigh in resignation.

Previously, the row of shops across the street had already been connected from top to bottom, completing a unified layout.

So what was there to wait for? Luo Tu immediately gave the order: the Krupp 75mm field guns opened fire on the southern bank of the Yangtze River. Under the cover of artillery, the entire Fierce Tiger Army began to cross the river.