134, Gossip and Glory

"Just drive straight in."

Following Lin Mi's instruction, Wei Xun's black Mercedes-Benz G63, carrying an air of dominance entirely out of place in the county town, rolled slowly into the residential complex where the Lin family lived.

It was eleven o'clock in the morning on New Year's Eve, and every household was filled with festive cheer. Many residents, having just returned from the markets or supermarkets with bags of groceries and New Year supplies, stopped to chat warmly whenever they crossed paths with neighbors.

As soon as the words fell, that troop of walking corpses collectively raised their bamboo staves high above their heads with a sudden, sharp rustle.

Everyone in the village knew the Bei family was extraordinary—people of strange talents and mysterious ways. Wang Musheng looked at Bei Ming, wanting to speak several times, but hesitating each time, he ultimately kept his silence.

Only a small amount had leaked out, yet the room was already filled with an unbearable stench. As someone with a severe case of mysophobia, Murong Qing instinctively retreated two steps, covering her nose and mouth with her sleeve.

But everything Bei Ming said was true. At this moment, every inch of Aunt Qiuyue's graceful body felt incredibly supple, far different from before, and certainly much more satisfying to the touch.

This was the first time Mu Siyan had cried in front of them; she hadn't shed a tear even when she was kidnapped, but at this moment, she wept.

Sixty-seven years ago, Wang Liang led a special commando unit deep behind enemy lines, breaking through the 38th Parallel.

"That's enough. This news has hit you hard enough. If I keep going, you might just collapse right here."

It wasn't that Wang Liang was narcissistic, but he felt a vague sense of unease. Could it be that he had been influenced by his own live broadcast?

"Young Master, the old mistress just hopes you can stay here, keep her company, and talk to her. Wouldn't that be nice?" Aunt Xue's voice was soft, light as a layer of dust, her eyes filled with the timidity and humility etched upon her face.

At the same time, they all realized they had been mistaken. Zhao Hao was not a hidden figure of the Fanxing Martial Arts Academy as they had imagined, but a wandering expert who had only joined the academy today, immediately taking the position of vice-master.

Lady Wu looked up, smiling at Gu Jincheng: "Zheng'er, can you forgive your grandmother now?" The moment she finished speaking, her body went limp, and she collapsed to the ground.

The many members of the Tian family watched helplessly as Ming Xiu and Yun Huang vanished before their eyes, furious yet utterly powerless to stop them.

He gripped her slender waist with one hand and pinched her chin tightly with the other, the force so great that Leng Su couldn't help but wonder if she was bruising.

Regardless of which identity she held, she was ill-suited to be the young mistress of the Song family, to say nothing of whether there was any affection.

Hearing Qing Rong's words, Ye Zi looked up at Shen Bi. Shen Bi nodded slightly at her, and Ye Zi understood his intent.

He was unaware that Old Man Tong was watching him silently, the elder's gaze exceptionally affectionate, yet heavy with sorrow.

"Your father is asking you a question. How old are you? Speak!" His tone rose sharply, becoming extremely stern.

After returning to the country, Qin Jun had intended to begin preparations for their wedding immediately, but he never expected to be met with a refusal from Leng Su.

Hua Qingtong nodded in satisfaction. Upon turning back, she found Ji Hongye holding that list, and her cheeks flushed; her handwriting was indeed poor.

Even if they came to visit him, Li Zhengting would not invite them to stay for a meal. Over the past few years, he rarely returned home to eat, spending most of his time at the company.

Indignant, she turned away and burrowed into the large bed, her back to this man who made her feel suffocated, wishing she could simply fall asleep and never wake up.

Various speculations left those present looking at one another in confusion. Lin Tian paid little heed to it all; faced with the constant provocations, he simply smiled calmly, his face betraying no sign of anger.