Volume One, Chapter 100: Adding Back on WeChat

“What is this?”
“Read it first.”
Su Li saw Mo Xingyuan’s and her name on the document, and at the end, Mo Xingyuan’s signature.
She frowned. “When was this made?”
“It was drafted for me by him before he went abroad for treatment. You’ve seen the contents of the gift; he also signed it. If he hadn’t been able to come off the operating table back then, you would automatically be divorced. And all these things belong to you.”
Su Li had never known that he had left such a contract behind.
Back then, he always said that even if he died, she wouldn’t get a single cent.
Unexpectedly, he left her so much.
For a moment, Su Li was stunned.
“Paper...”
Regarding being late, Bai Zhi always preferred to punch in right on time rather than a minute early. Coupled with the strictness about checking in, it made her act even more willfully.
The fees for the postgraduate entrance exam training class were the most expensive among all training courses, and this institution had a reputation spanning decades, naturally making the fees even higher.
With a bureau chief present, and the top experts from the National Security Bureau and the General Staff, it was believed that people like Beta Man wouldn’t dare to act arrogantly in Yanjing.
A knock on the door came, and the three held their breath. They exchanged glances; Mai Dong stood to open the door, but someone downstairs called to come in first.
Shortly after filming began, another team of soldiers arrived by car, lifting their fallen comrades into the vehicle. Throughout the process, no one came to negotiate.
The ingredients in the refrigerator looked few but were enough for Ichimaru Gin to prepare a late-night meal. He leisurely selected a few items he needed and placed them on the stove. Then, he carefully washed his hands three times in the sink and put on the apron hanging on the wall.
Before Huaxilievski could finish speaking, Qin Wuwei, who had been waiting impatiently nearby, took action.
“In front of me, you do not have the right to decide your own life and death,” Li Qing said calmly, then struck his chest with a palm. The body, once filled with raging spiritual power, instantly dissipated.

Regarding the surrounding defensive formations, the young master had already tested them. With his current spiritual awareness strength unable to pierce through, there was naturally no need to worry.
Julie shook her head, “No, once agreed, how can one go back on their word?” She then proceeded to write and draw on the table.
As for the other reason, it was naturally Zhang Heming’s attempt to start his entrepreneurial journey through this means.
E Long blinked in suspicion and looked down at the ground. Suddenly, the stones at his feet trembled and slowly moved. As the ground shook more violently, the stones bounced higher and higher.
The members of the Xia family looked at Gu Yifeng with a hint of surprise, not expecting him to have cultivated such a body refinement technique.
Today, before Chen Yuan went to the county, he prepared dinner for Hua Zheng. To prevent her from worrying, Hua Zheng ate and then went back to sleep.
Wang Pengming knew the people sent over were surely dead; this was also why he was making the call now.
Spiritual energy was crucial; after sensing around, Chen Yuan could only detect sporadic spiritual energy, insufficient even for the first level of body refinement.
Su Shishi intended to leave; Mr. Huo and Mrs. Huo were both anxious and wanted to follow, but Huo Xingci signaled them not to.
In that instant, she suddenly realized with great clarity that she had changed something, yet it seemed unchanged.
Nie Fengyuan hesitated slightly as he looked at the bodyguards scattered around the spacious private room but said nothing. He led one subordinate out with a cold expression. However, as they left, he gave Shi Zhengjie and Pan Feirui a fierce look filled with warning and threat.
“Hey, how are you?” Zheng Qingfei asked after hearing no more noise next door.
Zhou Nan nodded. Accompanied by Popper and others, he arrived before the camp of these Chinese. Looking at them, his nose tingled with emotion.
“I am her grandfather; I gave birth to her mother. Without me, how could there be her mother? Without her mother, how could there be her?” Li Youcai spoke forcefully, stubborn to the end.
One could clearly feel Gao Chuan’s strong psychological resilience—no hesitation, no doubt, everything appeared so natural and effortless.
It snowed for three full days. They say heavy snow foretells a bountiful year. Farmers naturally welcomed winter snow, but Xu Miao was a bit troubled. The Ouyang family was coming to collect goods, and the tofu shop had shipments to make. After three days of snow, the roads would hardly be passable.
The Black Ox King came huffing and puffing, tongue out, moving quickly. Because of the noise, others turned to look.
Hu Lili was utterly unreliable. He Conghai and Deng Yan, who had a slightly better relationship with him, each had their own channels. Lin Su did not know them well.

Entering the kitchen, one realized the newcomer’s strength; it was utter chaos—too messy to describe further.
By now, Old Pan and the others truly understood why the American side was so eager to build this wind tunnel. From initial planning to construction, it took only eighteen months.
Liu Shiya was quite blunt. Li An only asked Zhang Bing to escort her home, but she made Zhang Bing act as a driver to go shopping.
There were many people today, everyone was happy. In the afternoon, Qin Mu didn’t rest but played cards and chatted with Mo Xiuchen and others. Though just an observer, he was still tired.
The door to the small room opened. Zhang Jin frowned slightly; it wasn’t Liu Jialing who opened the door but Zhang Min.
Bai Xiaoxiao smiled and praised him. Zi Yi’s handsome face flushed with a hint of shyness, but his eyes revealed a subtle pride.
The Solar Demon Emperor was deeply frustrated but could only wait inside the Solar Demon Palace for news.
The battle reached a stalemate, seemingly evenly matched, but Hu Can was increasingly oppressed, constantly spat on by a pig. What kind of experience was that?
That cry turned into a blade, cutting toward Ling Han and the other three. It was nearly a mile long. The blade scraped through, cutting down large swathes of trees without obstruction.
Wang Yu stayed in this palace for a long time, learning many secrets from this half-person.
Her home was about equidistant from Kangning Hospital and People’s Hospital. Afraid Jiang Liu would take her to Kangning Hospital, she made sure to remind him first.
The enmity between Brahma and Shiva stemmed from two matters. One was Brahma marrying his own left thumb, which Shiva cut off a head for.
“Names don’t matter; why not try it first?” Ye Ping said nervously.
Other matters would be handled by the maids around her. With preparations for the New Year underway—repairing and adding furniture, making clothes for the servants—there was much to do. Fortunately, the maids were capable and could manage these tasks well.