Chapter 60: Meeting a Rival in Love and Still Offering Gifts

To He Shinian's astonishment, upon returning home, an uninvited guest was sitting inside.
Feng Anping.
Upon seeing him, He Shinian's brows knitted sternly.
Why was he here?
Had he just arrived, or had he been here for a while?
If he had been here for a long time, didn't that mean he had spent the entire night alone with Qiao Yina?
At this thought, an uncomfortable feeling stirred in He Shinian's heart.
Had it been his past self, he would have long been consumed by rage and thrown Feng Anping out.
The aristocratic martial artists gathered around were buzzing with discussion, all astonished by the overwhelming strength displayed by the Huang family's faction.
"This tea is named 'Jade Wave Beauty', brewed with Rain Flower tea and the special pink plum blossoms unique to Hanshan Temple," Song Ling said, rarely breaking into a smile as she patiently explained.
After a night of sleep, Li Tan's injuries had visibly improved, and the color of his lips had returned to normal. Imperial Noble Consort Shu still summoned a physician to examine him. Once the physician finished the diagnosis and reported auspicious news to the Consort, she inquired about the physician's claim from the previous day regarding my pregnancy.

Liang Fei, who was learning to adjust his mindset and regain his self-confidence, did not deny it. Although Lu Shan said he was neither servile nor overbearing, he still felt he lacked any real stance of his own.
Holding his precious sword, Lin Yifeng got out of the car and gazed at the building before him. This was an upscale leisure and entertainment club spanning seven stories, and according to the files, the fifth floor and above were occupied by members of the Sakura Society.
Even so, Lin Yifeng could easily tell that if one were to turn back a few years, she would undoubtedly have been a beauty in the making.
Ye Han suddenly changed the subject, revealing his true purpose. His aim was to have Shi Nuoyu stay here instead of joining them on the perilous journey to the Western Regions.
Because Gu Xixiao's facial features were carved from the exact same mold as Gu Mingrui's—both possessing top-tier good looks—Wei Ziyuan was extremely confident that Noble Consort Su would take a liking to him.
Lin Yifeng clearly sensed the situation. He first handed the bag he was holding to Zhang Zixuan, then, without a word of explanation, crouched down and hoisted Zhang Ziqi onto his back.
Hearing the child's words, Qian Qingshi's lips twitched violently, her expression sinking as countless dark lines instantly crossed her forehead.
Before the words could even leave his lips, he felt an agonizingly unbearable itch all over his body, as if countless writhing, terrifying insects were gnawing at him, bringing both pain and nausea.
Although she had many questions she wanted to ask Ye Fan at this moment, she still did not dare to disturb him too much.
Tang Liquan said in dismay that although the swordsmanship looked simple, the precise proportions of the sword forms were extremely difficult to grasp; if one were to learn it, without exerting painstaking effort, it would be hard to achieve even one-tenth of the real master's skill.
"Did I say something wrong?" Seeing that Ye Fan and the others looked somewhat displeased, Qingfeng felt rather awkward.

Clutching his wine cup with teeth itching from anger, Gui Gui shouted, "I'll grant your ancestors!" and hurled the cup right at Tun Gui's face.
He Fei's face turned livid, and he snapped, "I beat you? Believe it or not, I'll finish you off today, you bastard!" With that, he lunged forward again, only to be tightly grabbed and held back by President Kang.
Mu Chenche raised his eyes slightly with considerable impatience, casting a sidelong glance at the pile of tables and chairs in the corner scattered by the palm wind, his mind still unsettled.
Gao Ming chuckled and said, "President Huang, how would I dare make up stories in front of an elder like you? When we came out, we ran into Lin Yi, and we knew she would definitely misunderstand, but we just didn't expect her to take the matter so seriously."
Realizing that his remarks had practically offended everyone present in one go, Yu Hu instantly raised a hand and gently slapped himself across the face.
"Obedience, loyalty, rigor, strength!" A deep and powerful voice rang out, and the cadets, instructors, and senior military officers below all joined in, reciting the oath aloud.
Shen Yi pointed toward a shopping mall across the street, where a giant display screen on top of the building was broadcasting a beauty commercial endorsed by Murong Xue.
The concert was held in the Centennial Memorial Hall. As the name suggested, this was a product of Peking University's centenary celebration. Although the building's floor space was large, with over twenty troupes and more than two thousand participating teachers and students, the backstage area was clearly insufficient, requiring everyone to enter fully made-up and costumed.