Chapter 142: Gentle Words

Although Ling Chen would usually give way to his old wife, he never compromised when it came to their children; that was the one exception.

He pulled the child tightly into his arms, refusing to let the old woman come near him anymore. Yet, she could not say a word in protest, for he was entirely in the right. As the biological mother of the child, it was time for her to step up and fulfill her role.

"Look at that woman—since she claims to be the child's real mother, she must surely know how to soothe the baby, right? She needs to hurry up and calm the child down; the longer she waits, the more unsettled the baby becomes."

One had to admit, the old lady always possessed some miraculous knack in these situations. She could invariably restore a child to a normal state, as if...

As time slowly marched on, the number of Nazis dwindled to fewer than three hundred. Wang Feng felt that his opportunity had finally arrived, and he began plotting his escape. Over the past fifty-odd years, he felt as though he had not aged a day, remaining seemingly identical to when he first arrived in this place.

Originally, those three would never have agreed. However, those people used their families as threats, leaving them utterly helpless and forcing them to yield to their demands.

"To battle, why not battle?" Qi Feng said, his voice trembling slightly. He seemed somewhat afraid of Li Xin, having witnessed the previous scene with absolute clarity.

"I know you have already arrived. Come on out," Li Xin said a few minutes later, fixing his gaze straight ahead.

The pain in his heart felt as though a ruthless hand was violently squeezing and twisting it. Yet, he shed no tears, for he had never been capable of crying. As a man without tears, perhaps he would never truly know what it felt like to weep.

Guojing's mother was right. Romance was something to be saved for university. Besides, Guojing came from a good family and was such a wonderful person; she deserved someone worthy of her. He knew that all well-to-do families operated this way, and he couldn't bear to see Guojing suffer hardships alongside others. She was a good mother.

Standing proudly atop a sand dune a dozen yards away was a massive beast, its coat blending seamlessly with the color of the desert. Towering dozens of feet high, its eyes glowed blood-red like gigantic lanterns, glaring furiously at the two of them.

Sun Ruodan had no particular demands regarding this matter. His purpose in creating the matrix was never for wealth, so he cared very little about Jiang Zhongjin's terms of cooperation. Previously, constrained by the pressure of circumstances, he had been forced to act with caution to prevent his creations from being forcibly seized by others and benefiting outsiders.

Ye Ping ignored him, but Ye Fan rushed forward with a thunderous roar, "Go to hell!" and delivered a straight, heavy stomp.

Sun Ruodan sighed inwardly. He actually regretted the waste of Yue Zhi's formidable evolutionary abilities. He had intended to use psychic illusions to plunge him into a slumber, and then swiftly eliminate the representatives of the aristocratic consortiums present here with lightning speed to resolve the military's troubles.

With a squeak, the door was pushed open. A young man walked in, picked up the memorial tablet on the table, wiped it clean with his sleeve, and placed it back.

Wang Hong'en glanced at it and felt an immediate sense of discomfort. He quickly averted his gaze, his expression turning exceedingly grim.

Hearing Mo Feifei put it that way, Su Lian suddenly realized that her life was indeed rather desolate. In her twenty-four years of existence, this was truly the first time she had ever experienced what success felt like.

Yet the good-for-nothing before him had managed to reduce the Yin Corporation to such a wretched state within just a few months of his accident.

He drew out the final word with an exceptionally long, lingering tone. Su Lian felt her ears burn and her heart race. She wanted to retort, but when the words reached her lips, she felt completely devoid of confidence.

"Cuckolded?" Feng Yuntian was momentarily baffled, unable to grasp the meaning. Yet, being Feng Yuntian, he suddenly recalled that his Princess Consort had once declared her intention to make him wear a green hat.

While waiting for Wang Zhuang to return, Duan Yuran inspected the layout of her shop once more, rearranging some of the glass ornaments.

Afterward, whatever else Madam Gu whispered into her ear, she could no longer process a single word.