Chapter 90: Cornered by Min Hyun-sook in the Restroom

As Zhou Jingyi had just settled onto the sofa, he turned his gaze when he heard Wen Ni mention the big tabby cat. Wen Ni smiled at him, ended the call, and walked over to his side. “Tell me, if someone saw you, a solitary man, entering your widowed nephew’s wife’s room…” She sat beside Zhou Jingyi, poking his shoulder. “Could you even explain yourself?”

Zhou Jingyi calmly retorted, “Explain what?”

Wen Ni was left speechless. Right, he wouldn’t need to explain. The Zhou family would always be there to settle things for him. An inexplicable anger welled up inside her. She was just about to get up when Zhou Jingyi pulled her back down, pressing her into the sofa. Wen Ni gritted her teeth and struggled…

How many people die of cancer each year worldwide? How many endure the torment of illness? After years of painstaking research, Su Yinyin’s cancer treatment drug finally reached the market two years later.

The events of five years prior had haunted Qin Zheng with lifelong regret. This time, he swore, nothing similar would ever happen again. “Bastards! Don’t let me find out it was those two idiots!” At last, Pandora couldn’t hold back and cursed aloud. She leapt to her feet, hurriedly washed and changed, and by the time she finished and went downstairs, it was exactly 9:20.

Arms crossed atop the white railing, Charles braced his hat, loosened by the sea breeze. This wasn’t his first attempt to communicate with Bill—he hadn’t managed to extract more useful information from Professor Bedoli.

After leaving the armory, Ainz hesitated. Should he continue exploring the castle? Though the puppet had claimed that confirming the master’s identity would help them avoid most dangers, Ainz felt that if they kept searching, they might all die before even finding the portrait.

Shu Han set her cup on the table, walked to Ye Minghan’s side, and took the bowl from him. “Chat with Big Brother for a while—I’ll take these down to wash.” She nodded at Shu Ye before leaving the room.

Previously, at Zhang Chunsheng’s home, he had witnessed Meng Hailong’s miraculous acupuncture firsthand. He’d also heard from Zhang Feifei’s family that when Zhang Chunsheng fell into a coma after being poisoned, it was Meng Hailong who revived him with acupuncture.

Peng Yuan swallowed nervously. Home cooking? This was on par with a top restaurant, and the portions were generous. He took a bite—so delicious he could nearly bite his own tongue off.

By comparison, Su Yinyin’s slightly flawed braised pork was truly a delicacy.

As for Chen Sheng and Wu Guang at the end of the Qin dynasty, even with some support from intellectuals and the declining nobility of the Warring States era, rot began from within, and in the end, they were crushed by the court’s overwhelming military might.

Kangxi noticed Marse’s perceptiveness and raised his estimation of him. He waved for him to withdraw.

It was no easy task for the court to support so many soldiers. Though the policy of cultivating land to feed troops was effective, prices in the north remained quite high.

“I want to rest for a while. Don’t let anyone in, including her.” With that, he gently closed his eyes.

His speech had everyone nodding in agreement. This well-known judgment from later generations had thoroughly impressed the senior members of the Taiping Sect. Such is the advantage of two thousand years of historical perspective.

That day, as Tortoiseshell was seeing off a guest, a messenger arrived at the gate to report that an old man had come looking for her. The visitor claimed to be an acquaintance and had sent a jade ring as proof. Tortoiseshell immediately knew who it was and instructed her people to bring him in.

She was dead drunk, legs weak, collapsing onto the sofa as her eyelids clamped shut.

He glanced at his father lying on the bed, who asked what was going on. He replied that it was nothing and pulled Tian Ying into the main hall.

Although Kangxi was sure that Granny Su had not avoided serving him due to danger, it still bothered him deeply. Granny Su, once assigned to his side by his birth mother, Empress Dowager Xiaokangzhang, had been absent during his grave illness, and the memory left a knot in his heart.

Miao Ran woke with a soft murmur, stretched lazily as she saw the sunlight outside the window. How wonderful—life should be like this: quiet and peaceful.

After Ding Hao crossed half court with the ball, the Pistons’ five players were already in a tight formation. Bradley gave him a wide berth, clearly intimidated by his speed and afraid he’d blow past him.

Chang Sisi hurried after him, but stopped when she heard his cold, hard words: “Don’t follow me.”

Ordinarily, as a royal supported by taxpayers, Harry would only provide items for charity auctions, never spend money bidding, to avoid giving the impression of wasting public funds.

Just when everyone expected another round of fierce bidding, the lights in that box suddenly went out, and the empty room made it clear—he would no longer compete.

Hearing that the Youhuang Group had over two hundred people, all capable of beating her own bodyguards, Wu You’s face turned livid with anger.

“So expensive?” Was it? She really didn’t know. Ever since she was brought into the palace at seven, Yizhu had no concept of money. Today, she’d left the palace in a hurry with hardly any silver on her.

“Master Su Ye, we’re such close friends—why not allocate the Blood Spirit Beast to me?” Fu Xueling gazed at Su Ye with charm, delicate and lovely, yet every bit a temptress.

Watching Ke Cheng leave, Ye Yuhan sat back at the bar and ordered two more drinks from the bartender.

“Well, what’s your request?” Though Lu Chen felt rather wronged, such was the game, and if the other side surrendered, there was nothing he could do. He silently hoped Meng Po wouldn’t demand anything outrageous.

“Since you’re here, come out, Brother Zhou.” Li Cheng surveyed the surrounding ancient trees, the tranquility absolute, yet he spoke with certainty.

These magicians each displayed their skills—sometimes flames shot skyward, their dragon-pointing tricks a spectacular success; sometimes they failed, billowing thick, sulfurous smoke that nearly made onlookers weep.