Chapter 139: Zhan Haocheng’s Resentment

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Wang Wenyu furrowed her brows, standing motionless by the cashier's counter, lost in thought, casting a somewhat heavy atmosphere. Xiao Yuxin observed her expression closely, also reconsidering whether her own words had been inappropriate.

Jiang Fan, who had returned cheerfully clutching the money, lost his excitement due to Wang Wenyu’s displeasure. Yet, his experiences at the club had stirred desires, causing unrest in his heart.

After a moment of contemplation, Wang Wenyu regained her composure. Seeing both Xiao Yuxin and Jiang Fan staring at her, she smiled and teased, “Do I have something on my face?”

Xiao Yuxin, convinced that Wang Wenyu’s smile was genuine and not a facade, finally exhaled in relief, patting her chest and saying, “I was just…”

San Pangzi swung his long knife fiercely at the burly man, who dodged left and right, leapt up and down. San Pangzi struck wildly again and again—over ten swings—but all missed their mark.

She finally voiced the lingering question that had troubled her for so long, the last she would ever ask. After nodding, Huo Biao took a golden bracelet from his bosom and placed it into Yun Qiumeng’s hand.

Her origins, her birth, and her own experiences brought tears streaming down her face.

The leech’s body was intolerant of high temperatures; when the external heat exceeded seventy degrees Celsius, they curled up into a ball.

Qi Jingyao’s expression softened slightly. She, too, had been overwhelmed with anger just moments ago, causing the girl to weep like a delicate flower. Still, what Xian Si said was true: Jiang Conghan had not betrayed her or Xuan’er. Given Fu Chen’s temperament, if it was obviously her doing, not only Jiang’s life but also Fu Qi’s would be at risk.

A few seconds later, a lieutenant colonel appeared on screen, with the background showing the outskirts of the Presidential Palace in Bear City. Long Ci, startled, instinctively saluted.

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“Wang Sanshuai, who told you to act on your own?” Watching San Pangzi brandish his entrenching tool, beginning to dig up the grave’s mound, I glared at him warily and shouted a reprimand.

Then, Feng Jiangtao gave Bi Haiqing’s address to Tang Luo, who forwarded it to the Bull Demon King.

Jesse was stunned, Ness was stunned, even the elder with immortal-level power was shocked, and Sun Yingxiong also stared blankly at the scene.

Every time she tempted him like this, there must be some unspeakable secret—perhaps she had coveted him for a long time.

As always, from the Japanese perspective, traitors were worthless—just dogs.

Suddenly realizing I had lost my virginity before even dating, I burst into a wailing cry.

Probably because she rarely bathed, her hair was matted into clumps, and she wore layers of clothes without regard for the seasons.

During the day, Yu and the leader of the demon cult made a pact atop the Tianshan Mountains, with just one decisive move forcing the cult never to cross the border again—this must have been in recent years.

Later, he insisted I hadn’t refused, and was furious when I refused to grant him a divorce, eyes reddened with anger.

Fortunately, the paper funeral car’s headlights could illuminate far ahead, allowing them to vaguely discern the direction from which it approached.

Especially Zhang Anping, who usually appeared supremely confident, was unusually solemn now.

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The provincial government was troubled, but Xiang Yanghong remained calm and collected, clearly informed in advance by Su Yubei. Xiang Yanghong pretended ignorance, knowing that even if he knew, he wouldn’t act, preferring to watch the Lü family’s misfortune unfold.

At this hour, the palace banquet had ended and the fireworks gradually faded. Through the open window, she saw the clear silhouette of the Consort Hui’s chambers.

Song Yifei, born after 2000, scoffed at such words: what era was this? Cooking for oneself? Isn’t ordering takeout far better?

“Fine, you must ensure that our transaction remains secret.” He turned and looked into her eyes.

From their seating arrangements, their vastly different statuses were evident. Needless to say, the person seated at the head of the table was the head of the Hua family.

“What do you mean teaching her like this? Do you also think I shouldn’t blame Xintai?” Ji Shen’s tone remained calm, but Mu Biwei could sense irritation beneath.

Suddenly, his gaze fixed on her as he spoke seriously, and it stirred a wave of sadness within her.