046. Purchasing an Office Building

In the lounge of the Universal Corporation, the atmosphere remained lively, yet tinged with jealousy.

"Ha! Lin Mi? Her? Starting a company? Buying a building? That’s pure fantasy!"

Wu Qian slammed her coffee cup down, still fuming after being embarrassed. She simply couldn’t accept that the person she used to overshadow—the once-invisible girl—had transformed into the ‘President Lin’ that Yuan Yuan spoke of.

As for Li Jie, most of Zhang Hengyuan’s artists were minor celebrities at best, with Li Rui being the most prominent, barely making it above the fifth tier. Huo Wenyan's personal support for Qian Qian made the other artists wary; no one could figure out the real relationship between Qian Qian and Huo Wenyan, so none dared openly offend her.

He claimed his strength lay in his sonic abilities, so his task became using his voice to intimidate Ma Feng’s guards.

There were two doors upstairs: one at the stairway and another at the top. I’d never seen either open, and over time, I came to think the upper floor was abandoned.

Mu Lanyuan frowned in confusion, but now wasn’t the time to dwell on it. Smiling, she took Qian Wan’s arm and led her into the temple.

If they had gotten engaged back then, there wouldn’t be these troubles now: Su Qiancheng secretly meeting Lu Qinghuan and chatting happily, or Song Yanran still pining after him.

Once up in the tree, a sense of safety returned. The treetop was far less terrifying than the ground, which was cluttered with places for things to hide, always making one feel something was lurking there.

Under the questioning, suspicious stares, Mu Tianchen began to worry. He knew nothing of the Luosheng Disk, but he did indeed possess Ling Qianwan’s heart blood.

When Li Shuangyu broke the silence, Song Xiaocai couldn’t hold back anymore. After all, what was Zhang’s family? The Li and Song families were also among the top three. If the two families joined forces, wouldn’t dealing with the Zhangs be more than enough?

"Don’t worry, Yuange," Cui Rou assured him, making a reassuring gesture. "I told them I was just going out for a walk. I often do that anyway."

They had hoped for another chance to speak with the Ninth Prince, but as the crowd surged forward, they had to give up.

To outsiders, Xing Shaoming always explained the turmoil in the Five Kingdoms as the reason for waiting and watching. But to King Yan and Wan Ningzhu, his explanations were much more detailed.

They had long anticipated this outcome, yet everyone fell silent after Feiyang spoke.

An Ran’s curiosity was thoroughly piqued. She was determined to see what kind of existence this faint sign of life truly was.

As for the ten-meter-high city wall, neither Ji Ruyan nor Zai Yaoguang paid it any mind. After abandoning their horses, they used light-footed martial arts to scale it, unnoticed by the guards—who would have guessed anyone would sneak into the city in the dead of night?

To outsiders, she seemed blessed—granted the title of princess by the Emperor, adopted by King Yan, doted on by the heir. She appeared to have everything others could only dream of. But in truth, when had King Yan’s estate ever truly been a place of refuge?

"Elder Feng, order the disciples of the Celestial Palace to retreat!" Feng Xi’s voice was barely audible as she held onto Long Qianxun.

Though his power had remained at the level of a ninth-rank grand swordsman, his ruthless perception was nothing short of astonishing.

On the eve of Ran Wei and Hui Niang’s much-anticipated day, Wang Bao and his mother caused a scene at Su Zijin’s home.

Now, she couldn’t help but wonder if, over those seven years, it had truly been hatred for him that kept her going.

Time always slips away unnoticed. It had been a week since Mengdong awoke in a daze. The doctor finally approved his discharge, so everyone gathered at the hospital once more to bring him home.