Chapter 115: He Loves Me Too Much

Gu Shen bit her lip as she looked at Zhou Ci standing before her. In the end, she had lost to him; the fear of losing him filled her heart with unease and anxiety.

“Let’s go,” Zhou Ci freed a hand to wrap around her waist.

Things in Upper City were not progressing smoothly. Gu Shen was overwhelmed, and with Zhou Ci weighing on her mind, she found herself distracted no matter what she did.

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Before the words faded, the old lady reached out and gave my arm a sharp slap. Even through my trench coat, the pain was crisp and immediate.

Beside the bald elder stood two men—one burly and broad-shouldered, the other slightly overweight. Both nodded and smiled in response.

Not far away, Pei Qing’s face was dark as a sky before a storm. His eyes glinted with a cold, unfathomable light as he stared intently at Li Yan Nong.

The director of pediatrics glanced at Fu Jin Ye. Seeing he remained silent, she understood he had given tacit approval. Relieved, she hurried to write up the order.

Had I known how painful applying the medicine would be, I should have left a mark on her face as well; that would have been fair.

He had been acquainted with the elder of the Fu family in their youth, so their cooperation with the Fu Corporation had been his suggestion.

The words were not wrong in themselves, but what surprised people was Shang Zhuoyan’s tone. Even Tang Jia glanced at him in astonishment, but ultimately saw nothing unusual. Catching Xiao Ran’s eye, she gave her a look that said, “Don’t bother with the lunatic.”

I followed him out as if granted amnesty, about to find an opportunity to slip away, when I saw Jiang Yi’s face was solemn.

“Miss, since you claim your master has foreseen everything, is there a way for all sides to benefit?” Yang Lin asked.

But the force involved was obvious; just from the sweat that instantly soaked Zhou Heng’s body, one could tell how much effort was exerted.

“Hm? When did the Ye family produce such a talented young man?” The man’s large, bell-like eyes swept over Qin Mo Yu, and he asked in a gruff voice.

“No need; he’s already gone. I heard he’s out looking for a drink,” Allen replied without even raising his head.

“I beg you, please, I don’t want anything anymore, just let me go!” Hearing Huo Linxue’s plea only fueled the fire further—what did she mean by 'not wanting anything,' did that include me, and everything she had?

Yang Ming reached out and opened the car door, glanced at Fang Nan, then got in and drove off without another word.

“No, I’ve already eaten, so I’ll wait outside.” Huang Hong knew he had come at the wrong time and immediately waved off the invitation.

Though he had little acquaintance with Hong, Hong’s character had earned his respect. Seeing Hong beset by assassins, he felt a pang of compassion and was eager to rush forward and help.

Li Biao had thought he could build a solid career as he’d imagined, but he never expected that the arrival of two madmen would forever alter the calm trajectory of his life.

“I suppose I can only return to a fixed location on Sin Island. If it were truly complete spatial technology, do you think any nation would still remain?” Alice sneered. Her family kept a close eye on this technology—spatial manipulation was the perfect tool for assassins.

A distant, ethereal sound shattered those images in an instant, revealing a pitch-black space where Xu Mo crouched, huddled in a ball.

This couldn’t go on. Without strength, how could she survive in this brutal post-apocalyptic world?

The giant king roared to the heavens, causing the edge of the abyss to quake. Ye Chen, with dignity and resolve, poured all his might into the struggle.

She rattled off a barrage of questions—trivial matters among the neighbors of Meixian town—which made Zhang Huai and the others smile and quietly praise her cleverness, their eyes settling on Qiu Shuang, who had arrived first, waiting to see how she would respond.