Chapter 71: The Perfect Wife

“Oh, my dear reporter friend, you truly have an eye for things. Originally, this dress was tailored to my measurements. But this morning, everything was so rushed—I’m not even sure who it was who said that Mr. Jin Yuan would be coming to our house to propose. Before I was awake, my younger sister was already wearing it.”
Yuan Xiangdie spun her tale with complete disregard for the truth, showing not a hint of guilt as she fabricated her story. As she rambled on, the reporters scribbled notes just as carelessly.
After all, being called here at the crack of dawn was already a stroke of luck; if some juicy gossip emerged, all the better.
“So, according to your explanation, Miss, this dress was originally…”
If Brother Biao’s company really had no issues, he would have immediately refuted the claim, insisting his company could handle it. Instead, he fell silent, lost in thought.
The sun was blazing, marking the intensity of noon. Song Jiujie opened her drowsy eyes, and before her was a face as perfectly chiseled and handsome as a sculpture.
“Brother, you don’t need to say so much. I’m used to it now, not as scared as I was the first time,” Li Yue forced a smile.
Zhang Yong gave no reply, simply placing Luther’s hand-drawn map before him and studying it carefully.
Yu Hanyang glanced at the group, wrestling with the same question. Yang Hun gave a slight nod toward Yang Hua and walked to the door; such matters were best explained by the eldest brother. His task now was to guard the entrance, making sure patrolling soldiers didn’t notice anything amiss.
Chu Yang felt her gaze and looked back. This time, Ling Xia did not shy away but stared straight at him.
Years later, recalling this day, Qi Xie would regret not asking—just once—do you like me?
“Isn’t it obvious whether she has cultivation?” The Third Elder frowned. “She possesses the Celestial Spirit Root, an extraordinary talent. As for her cultivation, the future holds limitless possibilities.”
Xi Jiyu looked at her determined expression and sighed, knowing she was stubborn and would never heed his advice.
“You’re infected with the zombie virus, and it’s a large amount,” the old man walked up to me, holding a device that resembled a firearm in his hand.
Ye Changqing’s words were blunt—the bead belonged to him now, so Dragon Qianying’s second personality would remain. From a certain perspective, having that second personality made Dragon Qianying a bit safer.
Lin Baoxi played with the giant mole for a while, then decided it was time to deal with her. With a strong swing of her sword, she struck.
“In that case, come in and wait,” the shepherd said, taking the copper coin, opening the door, and leading them to the main hall.
Such unique qualities and advantages have kept the price of Qingbian abalone rising steadily over the past decade, and it remains almost impossible to find on the market.
Wu Mingkong followed the cycle of six realms and witnessed the bizarre wonders of the world. Yet the six realms fiercely rejected Wu Mingkong, constantly trying to eject him.
Shen Menglai quickly reached out to steady the bicycle, which nearly toppled without support. She watched Jiang Yuan get into An Qi’s car, unaware that what disappointed him was her lackluster response—leaving him with no hope at all.
She interrupted his next words, while Chen Zhe remained silent, occasionally glancing at Chu Feiyu and Long Qianyu.
The two left, and two years passed. In that time, they traveled the length and breadth of the land, encountering all manner of things.
No matter who you are, it’s the same: when faced with beautiful scenery, you stop to admire, even linger, but never forget to keep moving forward.
Jiang Yuan did not understand the meaning of that phrase, and besides, Shen Menglai was already nineteen—the sentiment came too late.
“No, you shouldn’t eat too much of this—it will have an effect,” Xu Yebai spoke up at last.
At that moment, Mo Xingli peeked around, checking for any problems.
The sound was faint, barely noticeable to Hope himself, but to Dr. Pym, hidden in that pocket, it felt like a heavy blow—he tumbled right out.