Chapter 52: The Past Between Mother-in-law and Daughter-in-law

After Wang Zifang left, Gu Zhuo realized, belatedly, that despite the other woman’s enthusiasm, she had not felt the slightest awkwardness. It seemed Wang Zifang was indeed a natural at socializing. Even though they had just met, she gossiped freely, and Gu Zhuo found herself unbothered. Perhaps it was because this gossip was simply shared with her, rather than an attempt to pry something out of her.

“Mama, can we eat now?” Yinyin clung to her leg, looking up at her with eager anticipation.

The two dragons coiled around the Buddha-Demon stirred awake, rising with a surge of energy and transforming into two fierce Buddhist dragons, winding protectively around the figure.

Wang Shanwu, who had once envied Su Yi’s character and life, now gradually felt a burning urge to ascend to the pinnacle of martial arts himself.

After hanging up the phone, I was overwhelmed by a sudden urge to cry. Given the consort’s temper, she would normally have exploded upon discovering my deception, yet today, uncharacteristically, she hadn’t come to question me at all. It was truly strange.

That’s right—just as he’d said, there was no way back. Even if the old group were to gather again, they could never return to that innocent, carefree time, always eager for adventure.

Elsewhere, Shen Qing had also come to a halt. Glancing behind her and seeing no trace of the menacing spirit tiger, she let out several long, heavy breaths of relief.

Without hesitation, Zhao Yu pulled out a large handful of elixirs and swallowed them at once; the supply in his storage ring was beyond what anyone could imagine.

If he could master this swordsmanship, his chances against Hua Jiuzhou would be that much greater.

“Director Chen, I’m sorry to bother you again. I wanted to ask about the compensation funds mentioned on the phone—how much did the county allocate in a single payment to Qiangsheng Corporation?” Ling Zhiyuan entered the office and sat casually on the sofa, displaying not a hint of airs.

A moment ago, he had used the Aurora Escape technique to break free in an instant, but the price was steep: several critical meridians within his body had sustained various injuries. For now, there was no way he could use it a second time.

Of course, Jiang Rulong was not a rash or impulsive man by nature. Understanding Ye Feng’s strength, he knew it was impossible to confront him openly. Instead, he secretly contacted numerous martial arts masters and assassin organizations.

“Mr. Lu, we don’t even know each other. I’ve never met you before. How can you treat me this way? Can’t you see how unfair this is to me?” Xu Xinyan’s eyes brimmed with tears, her voice tinged with both stubbornness and resignation.

Early the next morning, Xiao Xiao hurried to the magazine office. She had arrived so early that even Zhao Yong, who was usually the first to arrive, was nowhere to be seen; only the cleaning lady was busy at work.

Because the baby was arriving a week earlier than expected, Feng Xing dared not take any chances and made sure the hospital’s best doctor was there to deliver Xia Yihan’s child.

“Bow, now bow to the elders.” Shen Zhong and Old Man Xiao sat at the head of the room, smiling warmly at the newlyweds before them.

The clan members still held out hope that Chu Yi would transform into a dragon. Yet as the dragon scales faded, revealing once more his clear and unblemished skin, disappointment settled heavily among the crowd.

Every action was executed in one seamless motion, without a trace of hesitation or sentimentality, as if there had never been any connection between them at all.

At that very moment, Luo Anning suddenly heard the sound of someone crying. Panic flickered in her eyes, and she turned her head immediately.

When she came out of the restroom, Hou Shihan’s classroom was already empty. Returning to her own classroom, she found Shang Yike still sitting in her usual seat, who quickly waved her over upon seeing her.

“Scoundrel! What are you doing? Get back here!” The second to react, of course, was He Lingyun’s father, He Guanying—a man willing to do anything for his son. He roared with fury, nearly beside himself with rage, but with both of them occupied maintaining their respective paths, he could do nothing more.

Hearing Dou Wei’s response, Ling Xuer, who had just placed her slender fingers on the zipper of her jacket, was filled with disappointment.