Volume One, Chapter 57: She Has Actually Become the Esteemed Sister-in-law Whom Her Scoundrel Ex Wants to Curry Favor With?

Those five words were like the final straw, completely shattering Fu Yuting's already crumbling psychological defenses.

Damn it!

So it was true.

Fu Yuting's mind was instantly filled with a torrent of curses and an overwhelming sense of absurdity.

She felt like an utter fool.

But what was even more absurd, what made her scalp prickle with numbness, was this—

She!

Fu Yuting!

Was now Lu Jingyan's sister-in-law?

She had become the sister-in-law of her ex-boyfriend?

But Er Ya hadn't taken a fancy to any of them, and just the smell of their cooking was enough to make her retch until she was dizzy.

Yan Tianyu, drenched from head to toe, seemed rather pleased; at last he could properly wash away the stench of blood.

Brother Li was a man who could distinguish right from wrong, so before following Yi Lian to the base’s trading market to collect supplies, he couldn't help feeling a touch of regret, but in the end, he still went with Yi Lian.

He had thought of investigating before, but too many years had passed. Ever since Bai Wei married Tang Zhenguo, she had unilaterally severed ties with the Bai family.

All the police officers moved in unison, removing their hats and standing in solemn silence, sending Old Park off in their own way for the last time.

Yi Lian racked her brains, finally recalling that this morning when Leng Zheyu came to her, begging for help to save his sister Leng Fei, he seemed to have said something.

Nangong Xiaotian glanced sideways at him. “I’ll wait for you in the carriage.” In other words, if you want to stay and watch, suit yourself—I’m leaving first.

At this point, Chen Xuewei was convinced that Cheng Shuyao had spoken ill of her; whatever Cheng Shuyao said, she would brand her as a gossip.

Yan Tianyu regretted his past foolishness every time he thought of it. It was all because he found the world too dull and life too peaceful, so he’d wanted a companion to chat with.

He had abstained for days; naturally, he wanted it. And while he didn’t exactly like her, he still felt some lingering affection toward her. It had also been a month since he’d touched her, so that night, he was rather relentless.

Young Master Liu had a mediocre reputation, but it wasn’t as if he’d provoked any enemies out for his life. All the people involved were prominent figures—who would draw a knife and attack someone at the slightest provocation?

She seemed to carry a light within her; everyone looked up to her as if gazing at the rising sun, their hearts illuminated by her radiance.

“Master, Mistress really has skill,” Qingfeng sighed for the nth time, looking at the arrangements left behind in the Luo residence.

Apart from her smile growing a little more reserved and a hint of surprise, Zheng Xiyan showed no other reaction.

Since the Shui family’s Fire Cloud Pearl ended up out in the world, there must be a way back! They’d already waited this long; what did a little while longer matter?

She didn’t fear being slandered herself, but she didn’t want Xie Mujin and the Gu family to be burdened with the reputation of having failed in their duties.

The Crown Princess realized that what she’d said displeased the Crown Prince, but there was nothing else she could do. She lowered her head and withdrew, giving orders to restrain the people of the Eastern Palace, and, behind the Crown Prince’s back, quietly packed up her valuables.

In the Moon Sacrifice Hall, Yue Liang sat cross-legged beneath the statue, surrounded by curling wisps of smoke, radiating solemn dignity.

The plump and fragrant chicken tail was shoved into his mouth, but he dared not chew, forcing himself to swallow it in one gulp.

Lu Yu, having barely managed to steady himself, was mortified. He slunk back to his seat, not daring to make a sound.

Because his father, Ouyang Lie, had always left him with the impression of a stranger—thoroughly irresponsible, utterly unqualified.

Zhao Ji frowned; though he was asking, he was already almost certain of Cai Jing’s attitude.

Wan Miao, astride his motorcycle, usually looked wooden, but now his face was contorted with rage, his eyes blazing with an intense light. He gripped the handlebars tightly, body almost pressed against them.

The viper, intimidated by the flames, tried to retreat, but Feng Wu stepped forward and seized it in her hand.