Chapter 48: I Am Free

"What?"
Yu Zi looked at Xie Yuhuai in confusion.
"What are you afraid of?"
Xie Yuhuai gazed fixedly at Yu Zi and continued.
"I'm afraid that, just like before, you'll be instigated by someone with ulterior motives and leave me without a word."
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"You're such an idiot. At a critical moment like this, you reach out and touch me—how the hell could I not tremble?" Wu Honggang cursed in a low voice.
"Damn it... Come take a look at this..." Old Xian instantly grew anxious, flipping open the phone directory and thrusting it before our eyes.
The final outcome, of course, was their son leaving in dejection, which left them harboring endless resentment toward Yue Shiqi. Why on earth hadn't she chosen their son? Later on, however, they let it go after their son had a long talk with them, which gradually helped them put aside their prejudice against Yue Shiqi.
That evening, a soldier brought Zhao Guangyi's reply back to Qi Zhengxiu. It contained only a single character: "Granted." Qi Zhengxiu curved his lips into a smile.
Although she had a wonderful time, Han Xiluo couldn't shake the feeling that a pair of eyes had been watching her the entire evening. Several times she glanced around, yet she could never pinpoint the source of that gaze. This left Han Xiluo somewhat troubled. Could there be someone lingering in this valley whom she knew nothing about?
I had neither the ability nor the energy to bother with Jiang Shaoyan and the others anymore; my only thought was how to escape first.
Zhang Rui had no intention of showing off before the old commander. Having seen and done everything in his lifetime, he knew he was still far too naive to put on airs in front of someone like him.
Dongfang Mo's words poured over Brian like a bucket of icy water. He understood that Dongfang Mo was right. Even if he were to tell Yue Shiqi about this, it would only make matters worse without bringing him the slightest benefit. After all, even if Yue Shiqi were to leave Leng Yiting, she still wouldn't accept him, would she?
As soon as those words left my mouth, I froze in astonishment. How could something like that come out of my mouth? I had no idea who I'd picked it up from, but I just felt myself growing more and more wicked by the day. They say that he who touches pitch shall be defiled; I suppose that must be the truth of it.
Qi Lu looked at Jiang Yu and suggested eating at a restaurant, but every single time it ended up being that French restaurant. Yet, Qi Lu felt an inexplicable sensation whenever she went there now—a lingering feeling of being treated as an exalted guest in front of them.
"Haha, there's no need for that." Zhang Shan left his final sentence unspoken: their relationship was merely one of mutual utilization, so there was no call for such sentiment. But at that moment, Liu Yuan genuinely felt a heartfelt gratitude toward Zhang Shan, and that was the very reason Zhang Shan left those words unsaid.
As a traditional demon, Kera's mindset was thoroughly demonic, upholding the law of the jungle where the weak are prey to the strong. Besides, since those intruders had come with malicious intent, if she didn't kill them, whom should she kill?
Following Zhang Shan's explanation, Baby and Zhao Liying naturally reached up to comb through their hair with their fingers. Sure enough, their hair had become unusually dry and coarse that day, making it difficult to manage.
"Leona, I grant you that I'm devastatingly handsome, but there's no need for such a naked confession of love, is there?" Lin Feng said narcissistically. He had truly been startled, never expecting Leona to be so bold. To think she could even come up with the idea of offering herself in marriage—was she just thick-skinned, or was she simply pure, innocent, and completely clueless?
Seeing that Lin远 (Lin Yuan) refused to give them any face, the media outlets knew the reason why, yet they felt not a shred of self-reflection and instead grew to resent Lin Yuan even more.
A black figure entered Qi Ye's line of sight. With black hair and black eyes, his ordinary face wore an indifferent expression, as if nothing in the world could capture his attention. He was dressed in a black suit, over which he wore a heavy black overcoat that reached down to his knees.