Chapter 48: Might As Well Sell the Bed

“Do you think medical consultations and medicine are free?”
Her aunt grumbled discontentedly, “It’s not just my fault that we can’t have a child—he has weak sperm, so both of us have to take medicine. We’ve spent a fortune on medicine alone; after a whole year, we can barely save any money...”
“Then stop drinking it.”
Her eldest aunt’s brows furrowed tightly. “Instead of wasting all that money, why not just adopt a child?”
“Why should we adopt?” her aunt protested, unwilling to accept it.

If that’s the case, does it mean this dress had been prepared long ago? In other words, he had always intended to bring her here?

Han Zhuoling hadn’t noticed before, but now, after hearing the netizens’ comments, he checked his following list again.

Xu Yihang narrowed his eyes, pulled a pair of pajama pants from the wardrobe, slipped them on, glanced at her, and headed for the door.

Yet, the fact that she already knew everything, and he still came to say these things to her, only made her want to laugh.

No one had expected that this inevitable clash—destined to be like Mars colliding with Earth—would possibly be ignited by a banquet.

“I’m the one who asked you to come. How could it be sudden?” Ren Jiazhì stood up, took her hand, and led her back to sit on the sofa.

Tianqing paused slightly, though she wasn’t surprised. Chen Hong hadn’t been by Ji Chenxi’s side these past two days; she could guess what he had been doing. Chen Hong was the one he trusted most, and Shi Wen was the one he cared for most. Now that Shi Wen had returned, he would certainly send someone to protect her.

It was also at this moment that people realized it seemed to be Xia Yuqing’s first time attending a company banquet.

Wei An sat in the passenger seat, carefully examining her painting. She had to admit that the “itch” was truly remarkable; her oil painting had been smeared all over with lipstick, yet somehow, after the treatment, it looked just as it had before being ruined.

Xia Yuqing paid her no mind. After taking Yang Xun upstairs, she went straight to Xia Yujie’s room. She put down her things and took the opportunity to tidy up for him.

Although hiding in the background as a “gunner” might have allowed him to escape this calamity, in the long run, awakening his talent at the edge of life and death would undoubtedly increase his chances of becoming a strongman on the train.

“I’m the chairman of Ten Thousand Immortals Construction, here on vacation,” Chu Wufeng replied calmly.

Su Feng looked at the now-aged Xiao Lingxuan before him, his heart full of remorse. After all, Xiao Lingxuan’s condition was largely his fault. If he hadn’t willfully forced a breakthrough in swordsmanship, perhaps Xiao Lingxuan wouldn’t have ended up like this.

The alpha wolf rolled over, tumbling four or five meters across the ground. However, since it had only been grazed, its injuries were not very severe.

Its head bore two horns, its face was ashen, and its entire body was covered in a strange, hard armor. A whip-like tail jutted from its back, its arms were like long blades, and its fangs protruded menacingly—a single glance told you how formidable it was.

The most important task assigned to Sartre was to find out the truth about the Dragon Soaring Empire—whether his father, Baron Austin, was alive or dead.

They no longer needed to pretend; whatever was in their hearts, they could show openly.

The Giant Que greatsword was of higher quality than the chain sword, but it was inconvenient to carry, so “Giant Que” always bore it on his back. Its length was also limited by the bearer’s torso—only thirty-five meters. Combined with its width, it looked more like a broken sword.

“Goldfish? Impossible...” Xu Yi thought he was seeing things. After rubbing his eyes and looking again, the number of goldfish in the well seemed to have increased rather than decreased.

Here too, floodgates were being installed in haste. Upon approaching, one could see a bottomless chasm; the rocks were steep and smooth, and droplets of water dripped down, making the surface perilously slick.

“Xing Jue, don’t think you can escape!” said the elder who had spoken before, and immediately a soul-chilling aura swept forth.