Volume 1, Chapter 151: What in the World Is This?

The photographs on the screen instantly flashed into her view.
She and that dirty old lecher Fu Wencheng—at the bar, in the hotel, and even in bed... Every single picture was like a poisoned dagger, completely tearing apart all her lies and disguises.
He hadn't even questioned this fickle-hearted wife of his, yet she was turning the tables to question him instead. How thoroughly exasperated she felt.
The other woman had already pulled back her hand. Whether intentional or accidental, Qin Menghuan's nails, painted bright crimson, viciously scratched across her delicate palm as she let go, immediately leaving a visible streak of blood. Qin Menghuan's smile on the opposite side was so dazzling that it stung Liang Yimo's eyes.
Looking at Lin Xiru, Shangguan Ao wondered if he had changed, or if Xiru had. Why did the connection between them feel so much weaker than before? Whose heart had truly changed? He fell into a state of doubt.
He Ze had already plotted everything out in his mind, detailing the deployment to his generals. Upon hearing the plan, everyone responded in unison, all praising He Ze's brilliant strategy.
"Now that you see me with Feng Jiping, you're starting to feel angry, starting to feel like I've cuckolded you? Then why didn't you think about how I felt when you were with Feng Xinlan?" Qin Fengzhan finally reached his breaking point. He suddenly pulled the car over to the side of the road, opened the door and got out, slamming the car door shut with furious force.
"What's wrong?" Li Xiao looked at Liu Kui in puzzlement. How could Liu Kui, who had just been acting like a complete hoodlum, change his expression so abruptly?
The city of Yidu was already shrouded in night. On the wide, long streets, the bustling prosperity of the daytime was entirely gone. The ordinary folk, exhausted after a day of labor, had probably all drifted off into sweet dreams by now.
"Alright, I'm very tired, let me rest for a bit. Minmin, I know what you want to say, but I don't want to hear it. Since things have come to this, I naturally understand everything about my situation. You've just about had enough," Yang Shizhong said with displeasure.
She was far from unfamiliar with Li Gonglv. Because of his mastery in the art of diplomacy, he was deeply valued by Mu Yun. It could be said that Li Gonglv was unquestionably one of the foremost diplomats in the imperial court of the Chu Yun State.
Fu Chengjue, Jiang Moyu, and Bo Ning had just stepped off their private jet and rushed to the airport by car. Fu Chengjue ran at the very front; he did not want to miss Qin Huan anymore, not by a single minute or second.
"Wow, so beautiful, it's just like a fairyland on earth." What caught Yeyu's eyes were the lush green leaves, the air imbued with a faint, refreshing floral fragrance, along with the giant lotus leaves and the blooming flowers all around. Everything was simply breathtaking and refreshing to the mind.
"I hope you can help the Liu family, and help Mingxiu. I know your resentment and hatred toward me cannot be easily let go, but I beg you, for Mingxiu's sake, help the Liu family!" Liu Xurong pleaded with a face full of supplication.
Right at that moment, Li Nan collided head-on with a passerby, catching the attention of a few middle-aged women hurrying toward the square. Instantly, two or three women in their fifties or sixties gathered around to watch the commotion.
Qian Ruoruo wasn't startled by the loud sound of the door closing, but rather shivered instinctively at the thought of Jing Moxuan's words about "punishing" her.
"You!" Jiang Xiu stamped her foot, only to realize that after her two falls, she wasn't wearing either of her shoes. She wished she could simply burrow straight through the floorboards and hide out of sheer humiliation.
"Let's get aboard our land destroyer and set off!" Wu Deming beamed with pride and joy. With a vehicle resembling a tank, their safety was guaranteed tenfold.
Seeing Jing Moxuan frowning—a rare sight indeed—Qian Ruoruo gentled her movements even further, handling him as though she weren't touching his wound at all.