Chapter 67: All Sorts of Delicious Food

Time ticked by second by second. Seeing that the moment was right, Su Qiao took out the betrothal gifts prepared for Sang Yu and presented them to Sang Yu and her family.

The crisp, brand-new eighty-eight yuan bills had been specially exchanged by Su Qiao and were placed neatly on top inside a red paper wrapper.

Following that were the fabrics, the unlined shirts, the woolen coat, the cashmere overcoat, and a pair of shoes placed beside them.

"You are still young now. When the two of you get married, I, as your mother, promise to provide you with the three rounds and one-cylinder, along with dozens of legs of furniture..."

"What do you mean by this?" His repeated question truly left her speechless. In the past, he would never have acted like a fool, asking the same question over and over again.

"May you always be happy in the future. If he treats you badly, tell me, and I will always stand right here waiting for you," he said with deep and genuine sincerity, yet carving a heavy scar deep within her heart.

"Goodbye!" Lin Xinjie smiled as she watched the elevator doors slowly close. Only after seeing the elevator descend to the first floor did she turn back toward her apartment.

"The hospital said you cannot eat these spicy foods yet; you can only have congee. Don't you know your stomach is already crying out? Just let it rest," her tone gradually calmed, hoping only that he would stop playing games with his own health, which would only make her feel even more guilty and helpless.

"Does she often cry?" After finishing, he let out a bitter, self-deprecating laugh. Su Yan's words made him realize that his former self had been a complete jerk—not only causing her pain and sorrow but also making her shed so many tears. Now it seemed only right that she refused to forgive him. Who told him to be so blindly vengeful, only to end up having to swallow the bitter fruit all by himself?

Baoqin did not know, and in truth, Liu Mu did not fully understand either. Modern scientific research from later generations has proven that frankincense and myrrh possess exceptionally effective anti-depressant and anti-anxiety properties.

Su Xia glanced at him. Although she still said nothing, during her time in Tianlan, everyone she associated with had been powerful nobles of the imperial court. She had interacted more than enough with people like Eunuch Li.

"Fine, as long as you give me a chance, I will do anything, and I can leave her alone." But she would undoubtedly use every possible means to make Luo Qianqian leave of her own accord—such were her sinister thoughts.

Having eaten and drunk his fill, Ke Jing sprawled out on the sofa once again. With the greater part of his body lying horizontally across it, he looked entirely like the master of the house. Zhou Xuan's mouth twitched as he kicked Ke Jing's foot to make him yield some space.

To be honest, the beating Lan Xiyue suffered last time was, to a greater or lesser degree, somewhat related to this pent-up anger. Who asked the two of them to be cousins? Who asked both of them to provoke his Seventh Mistress?

With divine and majestic golden pupils, the glazed entity gazed at the former Left Protector of the Heavenly Luo Divine Cult, uttering a stern, crisp command syllable by syllable.

From a safety standpoint, Yu Dahai had already initiated contact with Wu Wang precisely to understand his personal purpose in coming to Haiyan and to anticipate any potential problems. Prevention was the ultimate guarantee of safety. Now, Ma Lu's pointed remarks only heightened Yu Dahai's anxiety.

"What the hell are you yelling for? Can't you see I'm talking to my grand-uncle?" Zhou Feiyang turned his head and cursed roughly.

Yet people like Lanhua, Lingyue, and Daoxin were not worried about Cheng Feng at all. Knowing how terrifying Cheng Feng truly was, they were well aware that even if everyone in the entire Sword Sect combined forces, with the Sword Demon added on top, they still would not be a match for him. Therefore, they felt not the slightest concern at the moment.

Yet Lin Ping, whom he had regarded as an absolute nobody, turned out to be the sworn elder brother of Boss Huang Wangsong, a towering figure who could act like a lord and master in Jinghai City.

Yin Tianchou was already accustomed to it and very naturally went upstairs to find him. Pushing the door open, he saw the old man sitting cross-legged on a rush mat, seemingly deep in meditation.

"This dead girl, why hasn't she come back yet? If she has something to do, she doesn't even know to send someone home to let us know." Standing at the courtyard gate, the old lady stood on tiptoe, gazing down the main road.

It was not until just before the noon break that the elderly station chief remembered her. Summoning her over, he gave her a brief introduction to the conditions of the police station.