Chapter 144: Not Worth Mentioning

Resting quietly in the corner of the desk, it was neither intrusive nor lacking in presence.

The study was filled only with the gentle rustle of turning pages. Tonight, Boss Jin had rarely refrained from bringing all his work documents back home; even the sound of the printer, which could usually be heard from downstairs, was absent tonight.

"Madam has already arrived at Dr. Li's residence."

Butler Hu checked the time, estimating it was almost time, but Jin Yuan made no move, simply gazing quietly at the book in his hands—a book whose title and author remained unknown, as it possessed neither a cover nor a name.

"The preparations for the old lady's vacation are fully complete, and departure can happen at any moment..."

Did he hear that remark about the "CEO's wife" just now? If he truly heard it, what would his thoughts be?

If the word "anger" was appropriate to describe his reaction just moments ago, what word should be used now?

In this regard, Zhang Liang was extremely considerate, while Touka Kirishima was clearly well aware of what he was doing, causing a faint, unnoticeable blush to rise across her face.

Nalan Yufei was practically carried and dragged forward by two maidservants. Gazing at the room with its sealed windows, Nalan Yufei instinctively conjured up a series of dark, sinister notions in her mind. Seized by sudden panic, she screamed in refusal to enter, only to be shoved directly inside by the maids.

"Master, I am sorry." Filled with endless guilt, my heart weighed heavily at this moment, having unleashed the Xuanyuan Sword yet still failing to truly rescue Xingtian.

Many people nodded in agreement. However, the looks they cast toward Shan Long had also changed slightly. It was common knowledge that Feng Xi was formidable, but for Shan Long to manage to hold out against Feng Xi for so long was truly no easy feat.

Practitioners in the cultivation world were all in pursuit of powerful martial arts techniques, which was why they joined various major sects—their sole purpose being to learn the martial arts taught by these factions.

"Yan Li, go and bring over the things we had you gather earlier. It seems the successor has agreed." As he spoke, Yan Xiao deliberately cast a glance in the direction where Li Yunqi was standing. Feeling even more annoyed by Yan Xiao's gaze, Li Yunqi merely let out a few cold snuffs, a trace of frost lingering at the corners of his brows.

"Hmph, it's just that I've been living on wild greens and clear water these days, resulting in a bit of malnutrition," I argued stubbornly, refusing to lose face.

Attacking on all fronts, prescribing the right medicine for the illness, and delivering fatal blows with every move, she had managed to coax the elders of the Jing family into complete and utter subjection.

She pointed to the painting hanging on the wall: "Saying you're not even Pandora... you're simply something released by Pandora, I think... Hahahaha! That really hits the nail on the head!" She laughed uncontrollably, holding a cigarette between the fingers of her other hand, having no spare moment to light it.

That incense shop sold ashes right alongside the incense, measured out by the ounce; no one had ever bought it home by the several pounds. Both the clerk and the customers thought they had misheard, repeatedly asking whether he meant pounds or ounces.

Guided by the midwife at the entrance, he walked steadily into the delivery room. Upon opening the door, his eyes were immediately met by the artificial womb encased within the silver machinery. An upgraded silver outer membrane completely concealed the conditions inside the womb, yet it faithfully transmitted the rhythmic pulse belonging solely to life.

Gu Jinxi abruptly flew her eyes open; the soft touch and the wet, squelching sound caused her face to instantly flush bright red.

Although the Sheng family's defenses were airtight, it was not an overly difficult task for Jiang Yunshu to slip inside, especially with Old Master Sheng and Jiang Jinyan coordinating from the inside. Meeting Old Master Sheng face-to-face shouldn't alert any irrelevant people.

Lifting her gaze naturally, she saw several bundles of dried scallions hanging over the doorframe. Although frozen stiff in the winter temperatures, they still retained a faint, lingering aroma.

Ye Miao hurriedly forced a sweet smile, though her face could hardly be considered pretty. Coupled with the fact that Ye Miao rarely smiled, this expression looked bizarre no matter how one gazed at it.

As these thoughts swirled, Uu's expression turned unsightly to the extreme, and the intent to kill Nimura Furuta burning within his heart flared up furiously.

Was this a scramble to play the father? Su Yi rolled her eyes, and Fangfang beside her let out a sudden, involuntary laugh.