Volume One, Chapter Sixty: Driven Out

The Gu family truly deserves its reputation as one of the four top elite clans in the capital. Their grandeur is by no means inferior to that of the Xiao family. However, perhaps because most of their members are involved in politics, the Gu estate features modernized traditional architecture, and every arrangement exudes understated elegance. Yet within this restraint lies unmistakable luxury and impeccable taste.

Upon arriving at the Gu household, Gu Miaomiao led Yun Mojiu and Xiao Junhe to find her mother. To their surprise, Gu Miaomiao’s mother’s quarters were bustling with guests.

Reluctantly accepting the talisman, she suddenly lost her sense of urgency, her movements becoming sluggish and unhurried.

“Dearest Ranran, hello. I’ve thought about it for a long time and finally decided to apologize to you in a letter. I really shouldn’t have made you angry the way I did today. Honestly, I regretted it the instant I sent it to you. I wanted to take it back, but you’d already seen it, and you were upset.”

Fan Yin sat up abruptly, grabbed the folding fan from the bedside shelf, and smacked An Ran on the head with a crisp snap. “Always daydreaming, aren’t you just being ridiculous? There are so few places left where you can see the stars. To watch them, you’d have to go far away now.”

Some mourned while others rejoiced. Outside the house, Lin Jie left in disappointment, while inside, An Ran was already bubbling with excitement, urging her mother to help her dress up.

“No, no, that’s not necessary…” she stammered, rising to her feet, instinctively stepping back in an attempt to keep her distance, to get even further away.

Simply coming here guarantees a certain reward, and ensures one’s safety.

“Big brother, you’re so good to me.” Ye Xia couldn’t find the words, so she buried herself in Ye Xiu’s broad, warm embrace. In that embrace, she found endless acceptance and doting affection—once she nestled in, she never wanted to lift her head again.

But the uncle reconsidered—if this turned out to be true, the referral reward for introducing this fellow would reach S-rank. Wouldn’t he be set for life?

Recently, Cai Yuanyao had been eating nothing but vegetarian biscuits and wild vegetable soup every day. Now, finally, there was something edible—how could he let it go?

If he helped Hou Shaohong, and then saw Hou Shengnan afterward, he’d turn around and accuse them together. They’d all be finished.

“Yes, Boss Zhang, your advice is well taken. From now on, we’ll keep our interactions strictly confidential. I’ll be sure to assist and support you from the shadows.” Xiao Feng broke into a cold sweat, feeling that his flattery had failed miserably today.

“Send the word out. Tell them not to act rashly,” the elderly man’s voice was hoarse, likely due to his age.

“So, what do you think? My brother’s swagger is pretty convincing, isn’t it?” Zhang Yang preened in front of the mirror, striking various poses. Zhou Fang watched his reflection, her eyes filled with satisfaction and admiration.

Many people told Zhou Fang that Zhang Yang had urgent business and left for a distant place, but didn’t say exactly what he was doing. She decided to go to Qinglong Village herself, to accompany this girl named Wan Xin. Since Zhang Yang wouldn’t share much with her, she’d have to uncover things on her own.

Su Jinxi tried to crawl toward Wu Zun, but during her recent confrontation with the old monster, several of her ribs had been shattered. Every movement sent waves of tearing pain through her body, not to mention her waist was powerless—how could she crawl across several yards to reach Wu Zun?

Lu Zhengyi had no idea if the other party was monitoring those around him, but given his current state, they’d probably think he was dead.

When a bat encounters an obstacle or a flying insect, its ultrasonic waves bounce back; these are received by its extraordinary large ears, and the feedback is analyzed in their delicate brains.

She had already endured an unhappy marriage and had come to see money with a clear eye. She believed her later years should be spent in joy, and as for money, as long as she had enough, that was sufficient.

Zhang Weihua had witnessed Zhao Tiezhu’s skills firsthand; before Zhao Tiezhu could finish speaking, Zhang Weihua took to his heels and ran. By the time Zhao Tiezhu gave chase, Zhang Weihua was long gone. Zhao Tiezhu wasn’t worried at all—after all, there would be plenty of opportunities to meet again, and he could settle scores slowly in the days to come.