Chapter 35: So the Young Miss Cares About Her Reputation After All?

Qin Wanyi froze on the spot, utterly stunned. She never imagined that the person she had been longing to see day and night was the very same man who had just been giving her such a hard time.

And to make matters worse, he was the CEO of the Pei Group!

With so much information suddenly thrust upon her, Qin Wanyi couldn’t process it all at once. She sat there, filled with trepidation, her gaze fixed on Pei Yunian. After not seeing him for so many days, he seemed...

Chu Xiangkuang tossed half a pack of Emperor Legend cigarettes onto the coffee table, sat down beside me, crossed his legs, and asked how we intended to deal with Tang Mingyu.

Furthermore, the yoyo in Jiang Zhou’s hand was not the true form of the ghost girl, but merely a fruit she had borne.

He Yan was a man who cared deeply about his reputation. Though he was dying of curiosity after being so bluntly shut down by Jiang Zhou, he managed to keep it all bottled up.

"If this has nothing to do with you, why are these ghosts hounding you?" I asked him, while signaling the old driver to send a text message to Wang Xiao.

The surroundings were nothing but fields and scattered ruins, with their car parked not far away.

Agitated, I opened QQ and saw the various messages she had sent me at different times.

As for Chang Jianren, he was even more moved to tears of gratitude toward him. Given time, Shen An’s maritime policy would surely face no obstacles among the naval forces.

The Li family received the news. Li Ruohai, accompanied by the family elders, rushed toward the Ancient City of Muyie via the Dao Terrace. At the same time, he contacted the family's powerful experts within the city, weaving a vast net, waiting only for Gu Juechen’s family to walk into the trap.

There is a limit to one's patience, and the fact that he was brave enough to take responsibility in front of the old man was already commendable; she couldn't just write him off completely with one blow.

The crowd scattered. As he walked over, Shen An remained on guard while preparing to strike back.

Jiang Tangxi felt a chill rise from the depths of her soul, causing her to shiver uncontrollably.

At this rate, the epidemic was spreading severely. If a solution wasn't found soon, it was feared that the entire village would fall.

Yet, the Crown Prince didn't seem like that kind of person... Based on her observations over the years, the Crown Prince was a man of deep schemes who rarely made mistakes. Whatever he did, he pursued perfection, which was why he eventually secured that position.

But Xu Gouzi was indeed dead; his body had been brought back. Zifeng carried her pots and pans and headed straight up the mountain. She easily discovered a pack of wolves, and with one glare from her, the pack chose to surrender and report for duty. Zifeng simply remarked, "No need to be afraid."

"Nervous"—such an emotion was an extremely rare state for Kyle. But considering the situation they were currently facing, it seemed like the most natural reaction for an ordinary person; the look of wild, ecstatic surprise he had shown earlier was what would have been abnormal.

He gave a polite nod in greeting and lowered his head to continue chewing his food, though his mind remained restless for a single second.

Chen Jialiang played tai chi with the conversation, offering Ning Ran a few gentle words of comfort. He didn't say he would help, nor did he say he wouldn't; his attitude remained ambiguous.

Boss Zhao sent a message to Lin Xiantang, then rushed excitedly toward the fifth floor with his three burly henchmen.

In the northern region, at the start of summer in early June, it was as hot as a furnace. Feng Nan sat on the sofa, clutching half a chilled watermelon and watching a popular drama.

Decades after the apocalypse, Arcadia entered a brand new era: the Era of Eternal Night. This Son of God, who could be called a savior, was recorded in the new history as the first-generation Son of God—even though dozens of predecessors who had shouldered heavy responsibilities before him were relegated to the faiths of the old world.

As for those Adjuchas-class Menos Grandes, he had witnessed their strength firsthand just moments ago. Each one possessed power comparable to a lieutenant-level officer; it would take a captain-level expert to fend off several of them working in tandem.

Qing Yi stumbled, but the moment his feet touched the ground, he exerted force, adjusted his direction, and leaped into the air. He slammed into the horse, clinging to its waist with all four limbs in a most undignified manner.