Chapter 84: Cheng Yanran's Confession

The way she looked—clearly heartbroken yet unwilling to let others worry—filled Cheng Yanran with a deep ache. “Jiujiu, you are wonderful,” he said, gathering her into his arms. His lips parted, uttering words so gentle they could drown a soul. “So wonderful that I truly like you.”

The girl’s tear-washed eyes widened as she felt the warmth of his embrace; she could hardly believe the senior she had longed for was now confessing to her. “Senior, you…”

Seeing her disbelief, Cheng Yanran let out a low chuckle and went on, “I’ve liked you for a long time. From the very first glance, you were like a cloud in the sky—soft, colorful—entangling my gaze…”

Before her, the two-tailed fox was gravely wounded, lying on the ground with pitiful cries. When Ye Zihan approached, there was a very human plea in its eyes.

Gu Sheng, meanwhile, paid no heed to Huang Zhicheng’s threats. With only a glance, he strode out of the office.

Ning Jiang gazed at the passing streetlights outside the window. Remembering the image of Song Sha and Rongrong embracing, a faint curve appeared at her lips.

At the same time, influenced by Jian Bai’s example, Su Mei gradually realized that to protect more people, she first had to establish herself in society.

A thin, bespectacled youth clad in black combat gear suddenly burst from the villa, his expression severe as he spoke.

While Jian Bai came seeking Li Tingchen, Su Mei was not idle; behind Jian Bai’s back, she went to find Zhan Yi.

Her gaze was clear and penetrating, yet held an effortless authority that made Lin Hao narrow his eyes unconsciously.

“Big brother, but Qingqing is right. Why, even after you found out, did you never tell her?” Huo Lingfeng frowned as he spoke.

After arriving on the island, Su Han had carefully observed many places, and found no sign of earthquake disaster in the country of ghosts.

Liu Fusheng could tell that Lu Chengfang’s words were more than mere sentiment, and certainly not simple praise.

The wedding invitations for Ling Seye and Lin Xi had all been sent out, and the news was being reported by every major outlet and newspaper.

“Li Ziqiang, when will you repay the money you borrowed?” Several men surrounded Li Ziqiang, demanding loudly.

A soaring signal flare burst in the sky, and in an instant, countless eyes turned toward its direction.

It even dawned on her only then that the Second Young Master had been focused on his work from the start and had not spoken a single word.

Since he was determined in this life to make his name in officialdom, he knew he could not amass a fortune by taking bribes.

She dared not imagine—did the eldest young lady bring the teaching matron now to select bedchamber attendants for the young masters, or candidates for the heir?

Leaving the office of the Keeper of the Seal, Louis called for William and set off directly to find Tutor Gino.

Meanwhile, Liu Tao sat silently to the side, knowing that saying nothing was the wisest choice at this moment.

Most importantly, this could be used for a long time. She needed to refine its power first, and then she would never lack it again.

His mother was a noble consort of the third rank—neither particularly high nor low—but the problem was that Lady Lin’s health was poor. She spent at least twenty-five days a month bedridden. Always resting, deprived of the emperor’s favor, unable to pay respects to the empress, her position was awkward indeed.

Yun Yuan pondered briefly, then said, “Very well.” With that, he summoned a wooden sword from thin air and began to demonstrate his forms. Instantly, the courtyard was swept with whistling winds and sword energy.

And so, not only the armies of Great Chen but also those of Great Liao bore witness to an unprecedented transaction.

At the sight of Mo Shiyao, Yao Bing and Liang Qinghui exchanged a glance, then hurried forward together, anxiously surrounding her.

“Father, nothing much happened during your absence. Only, after our relationship with the Myriad Phenomena Sect became public, several families have visited us,” one of the middle-aged men reported.

The reason I always told myself I was just selling handicrafts was because my grandfather had insisted—there are no ghosts or gods.

Of course, Tang Yuntian could not admit he had discovered it days earlier; besides, he now suspected that elder had also died at the hands of the man in black.