Chapter Twenty-Three: I Have a Boyfriend

Stepping out of the car with his fresh new girlfriend, Yan Xuan’s eyes were filled with laughter and affection. Their relationship had changed, and so had his mood. What was once simply a darling little sister was now someone he wished to cherish and protect.

“What do you want to eat?” he asked.

“McD,” she replied, her words brimming with pampering sweetness.

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“I was tidying up my quarters. I’m still not very skilled and my hands are slow, so I was late. I’m sorry, Commander,” Wang Feng stammered. His excuse was, in fact, rather clever.

That morning, Yan Rong had noticed her husband struggling to breathe, speaking little, his eyes hardly moving at all.

Peng Beibei seemed lively and energetic, but she no longer warmly called Ye Bai “husband.” In fact, whenever she caught his eye, she would quickly look down. Every time she saw him, the ambiguous smile on his lips would make her blush, her mind conjuring up images of helping him with that thing, and she’d be left red-faced and flustered.

In this cold season, if you asked whose life was the most comfortable, it could only be the Longxi family! After all, with someone in the house living off government grain, even without hard labor, there was always a steady supply.

After Long Kun got out, he saw Lianhua busy at the counter, selling goods. His two nieces were playing outside the shop—what an adorable pair of sisters.

Finally, when Li Na saw her cousin’s bank balance—a string of numbers—she thought it made perfect sense. It would take several generations to spend it all. She ought to help lessen his burden and spend a little on his behalf.

She had hurried all the way, barely offering a perfunctory word to colleagues who greeted her warmly. Some people didn’t understand her behavior, but she didn’t care.

Suddenly, three powerful golden lights of battle aura radiated from the bodies of Gui Li, Zu Wu, and Zi Gang, enveloping them tightly. The golden energy surged ever more intensely, bursting from their bodies and flooding into their hands.

“A few thousand gold coins?” Yadong was puzzled. He had no idea what Lin Feiwu’s mention of thousands of gold coins had to do with saving him.

Lin Junqiang left the conference hall and found Chen Xinghai, recounting every detail of the negotiations with the fifteen mine owners.

Hearing Feng Zhuo’s voice, Feng Fu, eyes tightly shut in bed, began to tremble and struggled to open his eyes.

But unfortunately, Qin Mo couldn’t make his short videos public, nor could he communicate directly with his followers. Private messages were, of course, possible.

His gaze followed her all the way, until she laughed sweetly and was swept into the arms of that mysterious and powerful man, who lifted her onto the carriage.

If they were lovers, traveling with the one you love to experience different cities and cultures across the country would be a romantic adventure. Yet Qin Mo and Li Ying were not lovers; there was no such relationship between them.

The Xiao family actually dared to use iron unique to Yuanqi Dingzhou to forge weapons, even engraving the family army’s emblem on the hilts. Were they truly so foolish, or simply audacious beyond reason?

The top supporter in the rankings had only recently discovered Lin Mengmeng’s livestream; she didn’t know her fans well, having only started streaming not long ago herself.

Mu Yan felt her whole body grow weak under his kiss; she clutched at his shirt at his waist—the thin fabric surprisingly soft to the touch.

Li Laifu tossed over a pack of cigarettes. Neither sibling bothered to go to the courtyard gate; someone had already cleared the snow, leaving a large open space in the yard.

His soul felt as though it were in a fiery hell, tormented by endless illusions. But atop Jia Hui’s Yin Spirit, a lotus of white light appeared, and all inner demons vanished.

At dinner, Mu Yan still didn’t know what trick Ji Yuchen had pulled, but somehow, she ended up eating crab roe noodles at a local hotel.