Chapter 103: The Apothecary Shop

A certain man’s heart was truly shattered by this particular regulation; one misstep had led to eternal regret. This woman suited his tastes perfectly, in every sense.

Why let her slip through his fingers only to be toyed with by someone else?

Today required a meticulous appearance for the Charity Regret-Not Gala. Since the event was held in the grandest ballroom and the distance was great, coupled with other special circumstances, Jin Yuan did not need to go to the company.

The roar of an engine outside signaled that she had already taken the child to kindergarten. Steward Hu walked in, carrying a large evening gown, accompanied by a matching black...

He had offered a million just now to see Mengmeng’s true face, mostly to show off; with friends around, the more profound he appeared, the more face he naturally gained.

However, he was aware that his current strength was weak. Though talented, making a name for himself was no easy feat. Throughout history, how many talented individuals had been mere flashes in the pan simply because they failed to recognize their own circumstances?

The wind rose. His foster father closed the window for Luo Yu and departed. Luo Yu picked up a handkerchief from the table. That night, a gale just like this had swept her handkerchief away; the silk had danced incessantly before finally coming to rest upon her knees.

Fengtian City was, in truth, a massive metropolis, yet it was an anomaly. It belonged to no empire and no clan, existing as a singular entity. The Lord of Fengtian was a renowned figure in the Upper Realm named Ye Wuxin.

"Very well!" Su Zihun glanced at the crowd, offered a faint smile, and walked toward the depths of the mountain.

"Young lady, are you certain you want to bet on him breaking through? If you stake those 100,000 points and lose, you won't get a single one back," a gambler nearby kindly warned.

With a chilling gaze fixed upon them, and under their terrified stares, Ye Tian produced his captain’s credentials once more and waved them about.

Suddenly, many in the audience were stirred by the stage; they felt that the landscape of the music industry was about to change, as this program would breathe new life into many long-buried singers.

When Lin Huang saw these two sealing functions, his first thought was not of imprisoning enemies, but of their utility as storage.

Since the matter was already known, for the sake of the overall resistance, Ye Tian had no choice but to proceed in this manner.

Jia Gui, failing to grasp the situation, wore a look of smug satisfaction. He tossed his head, flicked his "traitor-style" center-part hair, and clapped his hands.

At that moment, the door opened, and Liu Keming and Hua Yang entered. Upon seeing Liu Keming, Bai Xin'er’s composure shattered like a burst dam, and she broke into wails.

It was a clean-shaven Taoist with a light gait, appearing to be in his early forties. He possessed the secret of eternal youth; despite having never practiced any internal energy cultivation, his complexion was ruddy and his breathing steady as he walked from the direction of the monks' quarters.

"It’s reliable; my informant told me," Han Weizheng stated without pretense. He knew full well that Li Chenggang knew more about the deceased than he did, and he was also aware that Li Chenggang knew there was an undercover agent within the gang.

If things truly went as he envisioned, the Source-Extinguishing Body would instantly become a hot potato.

On the contrary, if she had brought guards, it would only have given Jiang Yuanmao a target; he might very well have used them to humiliate her. Gu Caiwei herself did not care, but she did not want the Cui family to be insulted for no reason.

On Wang Meng's suggestion, the two arrived at the main hall. Wang Meng wanted to come over because Lin Hua and Lin E were still giving statements there. Having been away for so long, he feared they might be frightened, especially since Lin Hua had served time in prison before, and Lin E had likely just seen a doctor.

Mentioning Dingxiang Restaurant always filled Kurotō Guisō with fury. Had it not been for Nojiri Masakawa holding him back, Anqiu would never have ended up in its current state.

Old Madam Xiang was in a difficult position. Her heart leaned toward the wishes of Old Madam Yelu, but with her fifth son refusing to yield, she dared not make the decision herself. Yet, she was unwilling to let such a fine match slip away, which was why she had yet to send a reply to Old Madam Yelu.