Volume 1, Chapter 38: Qiao Silin Has Joined the Seed Research Institute?

Li Zhinan’s gaze remained fixed on Cheng Qian. Dressed in pure white sportswear, her skin appeared fair and delicate, her eyes bright and clear, exuding an elegant, graceful beauty. She truly suited white; it made her appear as pure as snow.

"It’s alright if you lose," Li Zhinan said lightly.

However, Pang Yunyan, standing before him, merely fluttered her beautiful eyes, though regrettably, she refused to look his way.

Feng Lingyu was talking absolute nonsense. She lived in a very chaotic household where the family members barely concerned themselves with her affairs; everyone was too busy struggling to survive to pay her any mind.

Seeing two more wild boars brought in, people immediately rushed over to help. There was no time to waste; they had to turn all of this into sausages today.

Some people, without doing anything at all—just a glance, a slight movement, or the sheer presence they emanated—could strike terror into the hearts of others.

When Zhang Jing reappeared in everyone’s field of vision, he realized that many people had been searching for him lately.

The sunflower held an umbrella for the two noble ladies, but since it wasn't tall enough, Zhao Yurou simply took the umbrella and held it for them both.

Still, upon reflection, that was fine too. No matter what kind of life it was, one must experience it for oneself.

The "All-Round Doctor Experience Card" sounded incredibly powerful, though Zhao Mu did not yet know when he would be able to use it, and he looked forward to the opportunity.

While others were busy cultivating the martial path, they had long since begun to view everything in the world through the lens of immortal destiny.

"Leave the northern part of the city to the directors of the planning department. I mentioned giving them half a month during our meeting; let’s start the clock from tomorrow. Consider the northern project a test." When the subject turned to work, Kang Il-young’s expression instantly became serious and stern. He frowned slightly, his tone laced with a hint of dissatisfaction.

Late in the night, Lord Xinling, Wei Wuji, dressed in a long purple robe, waited in his carriage outside the palace for someone to emerge from within.

Speaking of which, Mu Zhiting had become addicted to playing the role of Lie Yan, which was why she dressed according to Lie Yan’s preferences in everything she did.

Li Shimin had already appointed Li Xiaogong to investigate the treasonous act of colluding with the enemy. It had now been determined that the incident likely occurred in Liangzhou.

He even entertained the thought of getting a hair transplant, having taken time last week to search online for shared experiences and advice on the procedure.

When she said this final sentence, Kim Yerim lowered her voice, specifically to warn her older sister.

Kang Il-young noticed midway through the drive that Bae Joo-hyun had fallen asleep. He glanced back at her several times, and as soon as they exited the highway, he immediately pulled the car over to the side.

Bai Linglong smiled at Chen Bei before walking toward the door. Chen Bei watched Bai Linglong walk away, her hips swaying, while Song Shan glared at him.

During a break, Bae Joo-hyun took a moment to snap a selfie, commemorating what she considered the final day of her life spent taking wedding photos.

To her surprise, Wang Qifang and Nanny Zhao remained silent, watching her and the matrons standing outside the door with grim, expressionless faces.

Although Fuxing Village was a village within the city, it was located in a relatively bustling area, surrounded by numerous restaurants and high-rise buildings. There were many construction projects—some already completed and others still underway.

At the Prince Sheng Mansion, Zhu Kongshan had not yet left; she was busy reconciling a list of those harmed by the counterfeit medicine with her servants. This list was one she had labored to compile over the past few days, and with the silver already set aside, she was just waiting to finalize the details before sending out compensation within the next two days.

"Isn't this topic drifting too far? We are talking about Longxiao City and the Ares Palace. Does Longxiao City really dare to oppose the Ares Palace?" a player asked.

"Then... then... why did Miura kill Matsuo? And why would Matsuo run off to the school in the middle of the night by himself?" Ikeda pressed, continuing his questioning.