Chapter 51

Having been turned away yesterday afternoon and mocked by Zhang Guanyu, Bai Yunxuan felt increasingly terrible due to Xie Zhaobi's childishness and impulsiveness, the all-show-and-no-substance nature of Li Chengkong and Li Jingjing, and Zhao Ping's cowardice.

At the bottom of the poster was the silhouette of a person, with their identity indicated below in artistic font.

Backed by massive financial strength, Tai Foo Group eventually joined forces with Hongkong Electric, China Motor Bus, and Kowloon Motor Bus to secure the "Airport Railway Central Station Package Development Rights," which became known as the International Finance Centre.

Brigitte Lin's face flushed. Being with this man, she had already done many things she had never done before.

Ruan Qing still wanted to dissuade her, but seeing Bai Xingyi's composed and unruffled expression, she knew it was futile to try.

"A tremendously talented child taught personally by me. Today, I am placing all my bets on him," Old Master Yun said, full of confidence in Zhiyuan.

Lin Zhengjie had completely become an idol to the people of Hong Kong, with an influence that in some aspects even surpassed that of Li Ka-shing. After all, Lin Zhengjie was young and lacked neither a good uncle nor a good father-in-law.

Before Liao Huaiyu could finish speaking, Liu Bei, desperate for help, pulled her tightly into his arms and passionately kissed her red, moist lips.

A colossal surge of energy swept across tens of thousands of miles in the dead and desolate space above the firmament. Wherever it passed, the spatial fabric vibrated and barriers grew unstable, only returning to tranquility after a long while.

Determined to turn the tables, Ma Qingzhong arrived at the Chinese Gold & Silver Exchange Society, only to be hit with a piece of "dismal news" by Uncle Hai.

Looking down, he realized that Hua Qianying's legs were tightly pressed together, while Hua Qingqing, sitting further inside, had her legs ungracefully crossed and pointed outward, causing him to grope the wrong person.

After listening, the village chief nodded, though he did not dare to rashly conclude that Sun Deshan was also one of the culprits who abducted Ran Wei.

Situ Wan'er had thought that ever since she saw Shangguan Feng and Xuanyuan Ye together in the snow last time, her brother had completely given up on Shangguan Feng. However, she never expected that her brother had simply hidden Shangguan Feng deep away in a corner of his heart.

"Fine, since you put it like that, I'll go with you." Anweichen finally agreed to the clumsy bear's proposal. He was currently bored to death and feeling utterly miserable anyway, so going out for a stroll might not be a bad idea.

"You sang so well, You'er. You could practically be a singer. If you become a singer, you'll definitely sweep across all of Asia," Ze praised.

"..." Situ Yue had been staring intently at the hairpin nestled in Lin Su's hair. Hearing Zhou Shuxian suddenly call his name, he snapped out of his trance slightly and raised an eyebrow as he looked at her.

Shortly after the shop opened its doors today, two lucky customers walked in.

"An Haotian, if we could start over, I only wish our paths had never crossed." Inside the operating room, the doctors and nurses had already prepared everything.

Naturally, a theatrical exchange event could hardly restrict its themes. Later on, no one specified which themes were forbidden, let alone now at its very inaugural session, where everything was still in the exploratory phase and limits or rules were the furthest things from anyone's mind.

Yuan Bin, however, remained unconcerned; he believed his authority did not rely on violently suppressing the common people.

True information about such top-tier aristocratic families could never be found online, and anything that made it into the news was invariably just a smokescreen.

Lin Zhi prepared to flash an insulting gesture at Cai Ze, but under Xunzi's fierce, tiger-like glare, he held it back.

The deity of joy cursed viciously, as if the door before him was no longer a door, but Su Yang instead. He kicked it with mounting force, for the moment even numb to the fact that he was also inflicting pain upon himself.

"This young lady..." Master Yingqin said in deep shock, wanting to halt the friction between the two.

Half of it was a gloomy gray, and the other half was a bright blue—half overcast and half clear, with clouds and sunlight alternating as if light and dark, righteousness and evil were locked in combat.

Perhaps owing to the auspicious day, an exceptionally large number of people had come to Zhaojue Temple to burn incense and pay homage to the Buddha. The area in front of the mountain gate was completely packed with carriages, making for a bustling scene.

When the fake young master Yuan Zhong felt the pain striking his body, he finally realized he was truly going to die—not a pretense, but a genuine death—and in his delirium, he seemed to have already caught sight of the third young master.

She scrambled from the sofa and crawled on her knees toward the computer, her hands trembling as she clicked to open the new email.

Tian Yunlei gently patted A-Jiao's head and cast a somewhat reproving look her way. A-Jiao stuck out her tongue and continued eating her sizzling iron-plate steak.

Ji Wujing glanced at her, guessing her mischievous intentions, and let out a scoff, yet ultimately extended both hands to her, allowing her to bind his wrists with a soft silk sash.

Seeing the mountain of items Qian Er had purchased, the driver was somewhat bewildered. Renting this car for five thousand dollars a day—not even counting his salary—just to make a single trip to the Xianyang Plain?

Catching sight of Qian Wei's fleeing figure, a fierce glint flashed in the lean man's eyes, and shouting a harsh threat, he resumed his pursuit of Qian Wei.

That day, Grandma Kong was not at home, and the servants had all slacked off to take a nap. It was Ji Su who returned first and discovered Ji Yu lying asleep by the staircase.

Cheng Jiayi had previously been in another competition arena, and the person beside her was someone she had never seen before; they must have come from a different arena.

She stared unflinchingly at the approaching villain while her hand groped along the wooden cart behind her for another sickle. Just as her fingers wrapped around the handle, a sudden, slight chill brushed against the back of her hand.

Gu Jianli pulled back the hand that had been resting in the crook of his arm, withdrew her gaze, and turned to walk down the stone steps, ignoring him completely. Ji Wujing stood atop the steps, watching Gu Jianli's slender, graceful figure slowly recede into the distance.

Every meeting made Eddard feel as though his lifespan was being shortened. He truly had no idea how his foster father had managed to maintain his longevity after serving as the Hand of the King for so long; perhaps he possessed some kind of life-extending magic?

Liu Cuilian lavished wanton massages upon him while Shinzaburo Yamamoto enjoyed the comfort to the fullest, making Dou Yinzi feel as disgusted as if she had swallowed a fly.

To fend off tree-climbing beasts like giant monitor lizards, I specifically bound sharpened wooden stakes to the top of the wooden gate; if anything wanted to scale it, it would inevitably have to tread upon those sharp points.

Trapped in such a situation with an unknown path ahead and wildcats closing in from behind to surround and pursue me, I still had to carefully search for the marks left behind by Zhu Ling—it was simply too difficult.