Chapter 077: What Is the Difference from a Prostitute

She saw Zhou Jingyi. Wen Ni took a deep breath—it truly was a case of enemies crossing paths on a narrow road. Even in such a setting, she still ran into Zhou Jingyi. He was haunting her like a shadow that refused to disperse.

Zhou Jingyi glanced at Wen Ni, his fingers casually hanging by his side unconsciously rubbing together, his lashes lowered to mask the storm raging in his eyes. His cold, piercing gaze landed on Wen Ni’s hand.

Wen Ni instinctively tried to withdraw her hand, but Jiang Shaozhang tightened his grip, locking her hand firmly in his palm. No matter how she struggled, she couldn’t free herself.

Jiang Shaozhang smiled and said, “Brother Ximen, this is my date for tonight.”

Ximen Zhengli nodded. “Come in,” he said.

With that, Ximen Zhengli’s gaze drifted to Lin Luo not far away, and once again, Zhou Jingyi came into view.

Wen Ni inhaled deeply. It truly seemed as if fate insisted on throwing her and Zhou Jingyi together, even in places where she least expected it. He was relentless, an apparition that could not be shaken off.

Zhou Jingyi cast another glance at her, his hand unconsciously caressing his palm, eyes veiled by lowered lashes that hid the turmoil within. His cold gaze fixed on Wen Ni’s hand again. She tried to pull away, but Jiang Shaozhang’s grip only grew tighter, her hand locked in his.

No matter how she tried, she couldn’t escape.

Yet when she asked Granny Meng about other places in the Underworld, Granny Meng only smiled mysteriously and said, “That’s a secret no one knows.” As the dream deepened, Xiao Jinxuan’s delicate brows gradually furrowed, and she, unable to sleep peacefully, was startled awake yet again by Xiao Jinyu’s desperate scream before her death.

Mei Jibai, upon hearing this, smugly flicked her bangs. “Well? My stylist is a genuine Korean. Don’t you envy this look?” she boasted.

All the guests present knew that Night City in Nanjiang rivaled Las Vegas in splendor, and he had already become the youngest king of gamblers. From an outsider’s perspective, his marriage with the Leng family seemed inevitable.

It was because she knew Yin Mengli had returned that Tang Xue’er got up early to come with Han Mofan; after all, it had been several days since she last saw Yin Mengli.

Back then, she had even sacrificed her own life to save him. Now, seeing the two return, Jun Moli was filled with countless emotions.

Speaking of her seventh cousin, the Marchioness of Qi, Duan Yuran simply couldn’t harden her heart to turn her away. After all, when she herself faced hardship, Duan Yuling had stepped forward without hesitation. Even if she said, “I won’t interfere in the future,” when Duan Yuling came to her for help, she could never bring herself to refuse.

At the door, I called out, “Is anyone home? I’ve come to see Granny Meixiang!” But no one answered. Her daughter-in-law must not have returned yet, nor had her fifth son.

What was even more chilling was that, though there was nothing there, the glass sliding door suddenly rattled violently as if something were shaking it with great force, as if a level-seven gale were raging outside.

“I’ve already instructed Wu Kui to prepare the Houyuan Hall. You’ll stay in the palace tonight,” the Emperor said.

“Sun… you’ve gone too far! You can’t play me like this!” Artis was furious, feeling as if Sun Zhuo treated him like a circus monkey.

Even with his level 20 strength, Sun Zhuo was still no match for Anthony’s physical prowess.

A three-zhang-long blade of white sword energy halted at his throat. He knew that if he so much as twitched, that chilling blade would fall without hesitation and sever his head.

The evening glow was beautiful. Xia Biyao and You Ruo sat cross-legged on the square outside the house. Zhang Chunhua brought out a Go board. Xia Biyao played white, You Ruo played black. After a tense contest, Xia Biyao emerged victorious.

The money was what Zhao Hao had recovered from raiding the Cheng residence and left over after disaster relief. The rare treasures and masterpieces on the gift list were all seized from the Cheng estate, each worth a fortune.

Her eyes followed the movement of that red blur—when someone in red scored, she cheered; when someone in white scored, she hung her head in disappointment. By the end of the match, she too had grown fond of football.

At that moment, Sun Zhuo recalled Kobe’s 2008 commercial—leaping over a sports car, jumping across a pit of snakes. The “Leap Series” was brilliantly creative and carried a certain bravado, perfectly matching Sun Zhuo’s current image. He wanted to do something everyone else considered impossible.

Cen Kexin played quietly to the side, feeling a little guilty. From time to time she glanced toward Han Siyou, afraid he’d catch her off guard. Even though it was just a virtual game, she still felt as though she were being caught in the act.

The two hesitated, wondering if they should seize the chance to escape. Suddenly, the earth trembled. A shadow shot out from the hole, bringing rubble in its wake. Wild laughter echoed across the sky. Seeing this, the two finally relaxed.