Chapter 132: Bad Luck

So, this is considered being spoiled?

Coming from a later generation, Gu Zhuo completely failed to understand the basis for his remark.

"Did you need someone to wait on you when you were a child while you ate?" Xie Lin countered.

Gu Zhuo was taken aback. After a moment of hesitation, she said, "My grandmother used to pick the fish bones out for me when I was little." Unlike others, she had started remembering things quite early; while she couldn't recall her birth, her memories became clear from around the age of one.

In her memory, her grandmother, Liu Qianfang, was a truly unique presence.

To survive in this world, within this circle, one must be prepared to stain their hands with blood. Without that resolve, the only one who ends up dying is oneself.

Mo Li kept her eyes almost completely closed while having her makeup applied, only opening them briefly when the artist asked her to, before closing them again.

However, no sooner had she finished speaking than another voice erupted in the sky, every word of it sounding filled with malice.

Lianshan brought the medicine back. Even in this weather, where one could see their breath, he had run until he was drenched in sweat and panting heavily.

Ji Weiwei did not take these words to heart, for she knew that from the beginning until now, Qi Zhenzhen’s heart had always been occupied by Lu Jingkai. Regarding this matter, and regarding Qi Zhenzhen, Ji Weiwei felt a tinge of regret.

Seeing her remain silent but look displeased, Shen Rong followed her gaze and saw Shen Ruxue and Xiang'er standing outside the door.

Even though Li Kui was much larger than Hu Ye, he was sent staggering back by that palm strike, taking several steps before barely managing to regain his footing.

Yang Ying, Bai Xue, and Murong Yan'er exchanged glances and shook their heads. This was their first meeting since they had last seen each other.

This helped settle the worry in Hu Ye’s heart. With good friends on-site keeping watch, and the Red Queen monitoring through the network, there was no need to worry about the company’s affairs.

Yunque was excellent in every way, but she talked too much and her eyes were far too restless; she was ill-suited for appearances in such settings.

That is why I told you that day that in this life, I can only accompany Kexin to the end. Even if the law deems me guilty of a minor offense, if Kexin dies alone, then the other half of my own life will die along with her; living on would be no different than being a walking corpse.

By now, half of Xia Yan's face was swollen, her hair was a tangled mess, and her eyes were swollen like two peaches from crying. She looked at Xu Minghui with a pitiful expression, clearly hoping he would stand up for her.

Seeing this scene now, Paul felt as if this wasn't a football match, but rather a 90s Hollywood romance—something like Notting Hill, a story of a big star and a commoner, or rather, a superstar and a Cinderella.

At 5:30 PM, during the peak of the evening rush hour in front of the Cathay Bank on College Point Boulevard in Queens, a BMW was parked illegally, forcing the bank's armored transport truck to park away from its usual spot.

"Oh." Yang Xuerou nodded, recalling what Xu Yelin had said: Hanhan was not actually happy.

However, no one could have imagined that behind these two words lay a lethal suicide game.

Although many people already knew about the marriage alliance between the Liao family and Wang Cong, the proper etiquette still had to be observed; this was the process of turning a verbal agreement into a confirmed reality.

Chen Mohan finally realized what was happening after the fact. She let out a sharp scream, immediately crouching down and wrapping her arms around her chest. Her body trembled uncontrollably, and her bright, beautiful eyes were filled with terror as she looked timidly at the man who had suddenly burst into the bathroom.

Extending his right hand, he reached for the showerhead, turned the water pressure up, and began rinsing Chen Mohan's smooth, fair forehead. At the same time, he used his left hand to scrub her delicate skin with increased force.

"I work in technology; he works in finance. The nature of it is different. Those in tech must be able to endure loneliness and monotony. Those in finance must forge widespread connections—it’s best to be neighbors with the Chairman of the Federal Reserve," Gan Liangsheng said vividly.