Volume One, Chapter 133: If Someone Wants to Hold You, Let Them.

Su Li did not tell Mo Xingyuan that it was Lu Jing who had informed her.
When Mo Xingyuan emerged from his shower, he did not ask again.
Su Li had originally expected that Mo Xingyuan would not let her off so easily, but instead, he simply held her, closed his eyes, and did nothing else.
Hearing his steady breathing beside her, Su Li glanced at him; he had truly fallen asleep.
She did not trust others, and she lacked the energy to keep an eye on everything herself; entrusting it to Yiqin was the most suitable choice.
It was said that after graduating from vocational school, she had gone to the city to work, becoming quite sophisticated—completely different from the girls in the village. She would apply some kind of cream to her face, making it look fair and tender, and when she sat beside her, one could even catch a faint, pleasant fragrance.
Wen Zhiyu heard that recently, business at the coffin shops in the capital had been booming, and the ones being sold were all of the finest quality. The shopkeeper, seeing only coffins being sold day after day without witnessing any funerals being held at the local estates, felt increasingly puzzled.
"Living in such turbulent times, how many corrupt officials like Song Qing, who feed on the blood and flesh of the common people, can one person truly topple? Moreover, it is not certain that Song Qing is truly finished just because he has left for Shuozhou; the threats he made before his departure were, in Liu Fanchen's view, not mere nonsense."
Zhang Guizhi would never give Hu Zhaodi money to see a doctor; she only cared to ensure that Hu Zhaodi did not die before she was married off.
Her words only served to confirm Zhang Yu’s belief that she was a wealthy and elegant woman, leaving him feeling smug about his own judgment and luck.
As soon as the car came to a stop, he was still the first to rush over to open the door for Minister Qin, just as he had done for Director Wang not long ago.
Sheng Mingzhu naturally possessed talent; she had stayed on Bugu Mountain and learned the eighteen martial arts from her master.
Song Anjin took the yams out of the vegetable basket and turned to leave the kitchen. A short while later, she returned with a pair of disposable gloves.
Beside Zhou Cang and Pei Yuanshao stood Yang Xiong and Shi Xiu. Although they also hailed from humble, unruly backgrounds, their time in the Fuxia Army had clearly given them much greater courage.
The ring on Mu Qianxi's finger flew off, and the dragon totem upon it merged into the massive water dragon.
She had followed him to G City for a getaway, yet he spent every day out socializing, leaving her cast aside; this had not been part of her plan.
"Senior brother, let’s go home first; I miss Master, too." Mo Jun did not speak; he cast a faint glance at the others before clouds gathered beneath his feet, and he drifted into the air. Chen Hao and the others, without the slightest hesitation, leaped up and followed closely behind.
Bai Dede truly wanted to see with her own eyes, but she simply dared not. If that person really was Ge Banxian, the mere sight of his ear was enough to make her tremble with fear, let alone looking at his eyes.
Frankly speaking, if any other gang had taken over the territory of the Linhu Gang, it would not have been as simple as merely disbanding the members and allowing them to conduct inspections or provide severance pay for the disciples.
After all, in her heart, nothing was more important than the fact that Lin Yixun was pregnant.
Xu Miao, walking at the front, also noticed something strange. The four of them turned around in perfect sync, only to find that the staff member had vanished.
"Guests are guests. Since a necklace worth fifty million has been lost on my ship, I, as the host, must take full responsibility."
Given the current situation, let alone becoming a general manager, it would be fortunate enough just to keep one’s original position.
Mu Qianxi returned once again to the somewhat dilapidated Yan City. Just as they stepped through the city gates, someone came galloping toward them on horseback.
The old man’s surname was Huang, and he operated a large-scale foreign trade garment company in the south, primarily handling clothing orders for European and American countries, with a thriving business. In recent years, orders from Japan and South Korea had surged, and to save on transportation costs, he had opened a garment factory in Fengtian specifically to manufacture clothing for export to those countries.