Chapter 12: Seven Taels Make a Ginseng, Eight Taels Make a Treasure!

He Dongfan regained his composure, quickly smoothing out the sleeves he had rolled up to his arms and tugging at his hem to neaten his attire.

"Stop, don't hit him anymore!" Cheng Fengzhi cried out repeatedly, her heart aching as she watched her old flame being beaten so severely.

Shen Yunchu gazed at him, momentarily dazed, subconsciously trying to discern the man’s true motives.

Come to think of it, she had only ended up here today to take a shortcut; she wanted to return early to rest. After all, the imperial palace was so vast, and this just happened to be the quickest route.

Hearing the child’s cries, Qin Yuan gave chase even more relentlessly, well aware that if he failed to capture the target, there would be no second chance.

Upon boarding the cabin, Yi Chuan glanced around; the equipment was comprehensive, even including firearms.

City Lord Liu stood to the side in silence, but his gaze toward Professor Luo had taken on a noticeably different, suspicious cast.

Yun Zhi was still searching, appearing truly anxious; that jade pendant must hold great significance for her.

Moreover, if this opportunity for hospital admission was missed, there was no telling when another bed would become available.

Liu Tao opened his mouth again; he could not deny it even if he wanted to. Just as Wang Cong said, Liu Tao was nothing but a burden now.

"Magistrate Guan, please apprehend this traitor," Yutang said, pointing at Clerk Hu and speaking sternly to the Prefect.

In truth, between him and her, the one destined to compromise and concede had to be her; for if one chooses to gamble with unrequited feelings, one must be prepared to accept either victory or defeat.

The Huali Chemical Plant was a Sino-foreign joint venture primarily producing textiles from chemical fibers. Although it was the middle of the night and the factory grounds were dimly lit, making it impossible to see the facility in its entirety, the magnificent granite archway standing at the main gate was enough to demonstrate the company’s extraordinary strength.

How can one survive in this world without being part of the chaos? Since we have already entered the world, we must live according to its trajectory; otherwise, we cannot escape the fate of destruction.

***

Three forces of soul energy struck in rapid succession. Chensheng, who had been standing still, finally moved. With a decisive stomp, the ground beneath him cracked and scorched; he leapt straight into the void, causing the three soul weapons to lose their target and collide with a thunderous boom.

Chensheng stared at Ji Wuhen for a long time, only slowly collecting his thoughts once he was certain that everything the other had said was true.

Yet, to know that the five surnames and seven noble houses would be alarmed, and still dare to put these items up for auction on the Hawthorn Second-Hand Trading Network—it was madness.

Ji Xue swirled the wine in her glass with a drunken sway. Under the orange light, her red lips looked exceptionally alluring, yet her eyes were filled with profound sorrow.

This person was a true natural at making friends; no matter where they went, they never had to worry about being left out in the cold.

His palms clenched tightly; at this moment, his heart was incredibly resolute. The glory of his father from days past would… would absolutely be reclaimed in its entirety.

"You are… you are… Crimson, it must be Crimson." The man’s hand wandered brazenly upward, lightly touching Mingmei’s chest. Mingmei sighed and pushed him away; he stumbled and fell to the ground.

The next day, Xia Haoxuan returned to the barbarian encampment to bring Zhuo Feng and Zhuo Lin into the city, helping them familiarize themselves with the urban distribution. He remembered bringing Tian Yun here to look around, which had only been a short while ago. Thinking of how he had managed to win over such powerful factions in such a short time, Xia Haoxuan couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The reporters all promised that today’s news would be reported truthfully online without favoring either side, only then did Mo Sen smile and let them go.

Thus, he had come to treat these people as friends, and naturally, he did not wish to see them act with such formality toward him.

"Heh… refusing to even acknowledge your own parents? You’ve chanted Buddhist scriptures for half your life, only to become an unfilial wretch? How are you any different from a beast?" Wang Baozhen sneered.

In her third life and every reincarnation thereafter, she had always missed the chance to attain Buddhahood or ascend as an ancestor. Because of this, she harbored deep resentment and swore never to be a good person again; because of this, she fell into the demonic path and became an Asura in hell.

To be honest, he had issued invitations to all his friends that day with the mindset of "enticing as many as I can." In the end, the only one who truly responded and followed him was Zhao Qi.

The Prince of Fenyang was also a good-natured man; after feigning anger for a while, he cast the matter aside and began drinking with the Prince of An. After a few cups, the incident of being beaten was completely forgotten.

***

"Don't talk about being burdened. As long as you get better, I am happier than anything," Li Wei said, gently stroking Shujia’s hair, his eyes filled with tenderness.

Gong Qingyu was writhing in pain, and Jack leaned directly onto him. "Please, everyone, step back a little." He spoke in pure Mandarin; by now, one could hardly tell he was a foreigner.

After some thought, I decided to give them a warning first. That way, when my relationship with Su Ziyang was exposed, I could use these words to shut them up. After all, both marriage certificates and our household registration books were in my possession.

"It’s nothing, I’m just feeling exhausted," Ruochen apologized. "I heard from Xu Shuo that you’re pregnant. I’m truly sorry to trouble you, but I really have no other choice." Her voice choked with emotion as she spoke.

No sooner had she finished speaking than the phone rang. Shi Haodong took it out, saw that it was Lin Shixuan calling, and immediately said, "Eighth Master, let me take this call." He then stepped aside to answer.

For the entire afternoon, Liu Xu patiently taught the computer-illiterate Shi Haodong, helping him master some basic skills, such as turning the computer on and off, and using the mouse and keyboard.

Her tone suggested some entanglement with Zhou Chuan. Not knowing how to respond, I remained silent. I simply waited for her to finish reading, intending to leave once there were no issues. When you don’t know how to handle a situation, silence is often the most effective method.

My short, manicured nails dug into my palms as I clenched my fists, rendered speechless. Perhaps I should have retorted with a sharp tongue, but Xu Shiyi clearly only believed Su Ziyang. Besides, I didn't need Xu Shiyi’s understanding in the first place.

"I heard that the only reason you can’t forget an old flame is that the new one isn't good enough. When I talk to Qi Mo, I can't think of anyone else, so I feel that he is my next target!" Leng Yanan said with absolute conviction. Come to think of it, there might be some truth to that.

There were no other servants in the courtyard. Yu Wan walked over, saying, "Grandma, let me join you!" She crouched down, though she wasn't skilled at farm work. She recognized the tools in Old Mrs. Leng’s hands, but she didn't know how to use them.

Well, this was perfect; since she now had a request for him, things would be much easier. Besides, he had applied a double-layered insurance policy—if she refused him later, he would simply have to resort to force.