Volume One, Chapter 89: The Illegitimate Child

“Grandfather.” At that moment, Xiao Junhe’s voice rang from the doorway.

Old Master Xiao quickly turned his head toward the entrance. When he saw Xiao Junhe and Yun Mojiu holding hands, he simply couldn’t suppress the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Heh heh heh, now there's hope for a great-grandson—or great-granddaughter! Yes, he should start thinking about names. Right, one for a boy, and one for a girl!

Filled with joy, he strode forward to greet them.

Good news was coming in from the American market, with increasingly impressive results, making Ding Yi feel it was time for a measured expansion there.

Meanwhile, Axiong was left gaping in shock, wondering, Is this guy really a bodyguard? Why does he seem even fiercer than the girls’ own fathers? And what did he mean by saying every matter passed through his hands? Does that mean he’d even cut ties with me at a critical moment?

Zhao Xinghe and the Angry Machine had been talking for quite a while, and Long Xiaotian was utterly engrossed. The conversation struck him differently than the others. If reconciliation with the Six Dukes and Eight Marquises could be achieved so easily, then why would the Hall of Heaven and Earth assign a task to protect Gongsun Wuji from death? Was it just a pointless joke?

Hao Ren didn’t claim the fragment of soul—for Madam Jiang’s main soul was still missing. Having performed a great service, Hao Ren’s request was naturally granted by the Black and White Envoys.

Among the group, Chen Huozhou and quite a few staff members weighed nearly a hundred kilograms—a source of criticism back home, but in America, they felt relaxed, even considered slender by comparison.

Han Shengqi then spent game coins to activate ten players: Yuan Xianglin, Hou Chengyue, Zheng Xiao, Wu Jiuzhou, and six others who were all experts he’d met during idle games of Dou Dizhu. Of course, none of them could match Yuan Xianglin’s skill.

“All right, stop pressing, I’ll go wash off this medicinal scent, then it’s about time to head to the Hall of Heaven. So much has happened these days, I’d just like a good night’s sleep,” said Lin Lei, rising from the massage table in his split bathrobe.

News of a big construction project had brought not only townsfolk to watch the bustle, but also laborers hoping to be hired.

Back then, he hadn’t spoken up because he wanted to honor his promise to Hu Wei’s husband. Now, he kept silent because he didn’t want to tell Hu Wei the truth at this moment, for fear she couldn’t bear the blow. I know all of this, I understand it all.

“You nearly scared us to death!” Yang Shanshan cast a fierce glare at Bai Ye, remembering the hair-raising scene on the mountain road. Her pearly teeth bit into her vibrant, crimson lips.

She stared at her phone, at the message she hadn’t yet answered. Lily of the Valley quietly closed the wooden balcony door. She hadn’t slept a wink all night.

A breeze drifted in during the night, carrying a faint briny tang, as if laced with sea water. Mo Zhicheng leaned against his wheelchair, gazing at the night sky. An image kept replaying before his eyes, refusing to fade.

“She isn’t anymore. Your young master gave her up of his own accord. Why is that?” Hu Tianming fixed Su Tie with a piercing gaze, as if trying to see straight through him.

“Yes.” Jian Jia’s smile faded as she replied solemnly, “Your Majesty, rest assured—I would never betray you, not in the slightest.”

Jiang Yuqing could remain silent no longer; she couldn’t simply watch as Yan Wushuang endangered herself for the sake of Gu Wanwan, who was already gone.

In the silent night, only two were awake in the Zhang residence. The cat at Zhang Shu’s feet rubbed against his hand and yawned lazily.

But the pain of abandonment was all too real, piercing her heart like a thousand arrows, impossible to suppress, fierce and unstoppable.

“The culprit is right in front of us—how can we just give up?” Ji Feifan was unwilling to see Gu Enen hurt for no reason, nor could he bear to watch the perpetrator go unpunished.

Suddenly, Jin Baozhu’s entire family looked at Lan Ji with new eyes—they realized he wasn’t so weak after all.

Cracks slowly split the skin on Shadow Fiend's hand, and dark energy began to seep out. In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the left hand had faded away completely, leaving only wisps of demonic energy swirling in the air.