Chapter 137: The House

Yuan Yaoer eventually ended up as a shop assistant in a tailor's shop, though his illustration skills and the rigorous needlework techniques he had been forced to learn back in the studio laid the foundation for the peak of his new career.

"Oh my, I never took you for such a nimble-handed one, Xiaoman! Well, sister here has a large, complex floral pattern that is just too unsightly to embroider, so I might as well pass it on to you."

With that, large chunks of fabric began to pile up on Yuan Yaoer's desk. Having had previous work experience, he handled the embroidery with ease, but that woman never mentioned whether the credit and earnings for the finished work would belong to him.

"But... my own hands..."

Inside a massive conference room, China sat around a table with the UK, the US, France, and the Soviet Union, the atmosphere heavy and tense.

Lost at the eastern fence, gained at the western corner—truly magnificent! Mapping out strategies within a command tent, with everything under control, she felt she was simply brilliant and drop-dead cool.

In an instant, Qin Xiao felt his meridians swell and the primordial energy within his body surge, instantly breaking his strength through to a brand-new level.

Grandpa called Yuan Qiuhua over to eat scorched rice crust. She guessed the old man's motives weren't that simple and that he must have something to say. Stepping into the room, Yuan Qiuhua saw that Lan Xinyan was there too.

Helplessly, that certain someone had never understood the concept of cherishing tender jade, and naturally paid no heed to her struggles. The grip on her arm only grew tighter and tighter, impossible to shake off no matter how hard she tried.

Jun Hui's soul was filled with deep anxiety at the moment. She had already sensed the changes within her body and feared she might become a figure of both righteousness and evil in the future—righteousness to bless the world, while evil would bring disaster upon it.

Mu Manni tilted her head proudly and glanced down at Nangong Han in the audience, only to find his face turned green with anger.

Gu Chen's entire set of robes billowed wildly under the impact of this sonic wave, a look of profound agony masking his handsome features.

Jiang Chengce politely offered a passerby smile, then bent down to pick up the Hong Kong dollars left on the ground by Kim Ji-yeon. He walked straight to a trash can and tossed the money in, along with the Pleasant Goat costume he was wearing.

The implications behind this sent cold sweat streaming down her spine. Fortunately, she had not yet sent people to poach Zhou Xiangqing and Wu Tongtong; otherwise, offending an influential young master with eyes and hands reaching everywhere like Xu Yan would invite unforeseeable retaliation.

"Prince of Zhenbei and Grand General, the two of you stay behind. I have something to say to you," the aged emperor suddenly spoke up.

"Comrade Fu, you've come just at the right time. I was actually planning to send someone to look for you!" Fu QiuShi knocked on Yan Zheng's office door. Yan Zheng was brewing tea, and the moment he saw Fu QiuShi arrive, his face instantly broke into a wide smile.

Now they were truly beginning to panic. They were also terrified that Meng Zui might blow the matter completely out of proportion, as the reputation their ancestors had painstakingly accumulated must never be ruined in their hands.

Back in the day, both her grandfather and this senior had studied under the same martial arts master of fist techniques. This senior, possessing greater talent, had learned Baguazhang and eventually become a grandmaster of internal strength, while her grandfather had studied Xingyiquan, stopping ultimately at the peak of dark force.

"Brigade Leader, I have a matter to discuss with you!" Ma Ming walked straight into the brigade leader's office carrying a letter and a money order.

Pay out of pocket... excuse me, but they were living hand-to-mouth and had no spare cash to front the payment themselves.

"You've both arrived." Wanyan Liangbi looked down at the two men from atop the city tower. He didn't even grant them permission to enter the city, let alone invite them in for a cup of tea.

Clearly, Xu Yan was all by himself while the other four formed a group, yet it felt as though they were the ones being surrounded by Xu Yan.

"How about this, tomorrow. Come to the company tomorrow," Pei Heiyan decided on her behalf when she hesitated to speak.

I simply murmured several affirmations to Qian Yiwen, asked a few questions about her recent circumstances, and then hung up the phone.

The Heavenly Emperor staggered through the purple-jade corridor beneath the pool, pushed past the lotus screen, and returned to the grotto heaven. Right now, he needed to immediately regulate his damaged internal energy. If the Nether Emperor managed to take the first step, not only would Mei'er be unrecoverable, but this unbearable humiliation would follow him for the rest of his life.