Chapter 104: So now you call him Dad? What a clever trick!

The beautiful coach Luo Na was left stunned by He Chen’s words.

Who is she?

Where is she?

What is she doing?

She, always slow-witted and teased by colleagues and friends as a tomboy, had somehow been judged by a high school boy as having an improper gaze?

Though she was a tomboy, she was still called the most beautiful tomboy.

Thus, it was always others who stared at her with improper eyes, never her who stared back.

Yu Shi li slowly opened her eyes and saw a wind chime of white shells and feathers hanging above the bedbeam—she had made it herself as a child—and realized she was back in her old room at Xifeng Hall.

Though Jiang Yishen’s presence disrupted the warmth, the entire meal remained anything but dull.

Their rented RV had been carefully arranged with beautiful rose petals and heart-shaped candles, the flickering flames creating an intimate atmosphere.

After shouting, the driver burst into violent coughing, one hand clutching his side, his palm drenched in blood.

According to the autopsy report, Lu Jian’s body contained a large amount of the antiarrhythmic drug ranitidine; excessive use causes blood clots to detach in the heart, triggering sudden myocardial infarction and death.

Seeing her distress, Qianlong felt a pang in his chest yet smiled, “I intended to release him, but he refused to come out.” When speaking to her, he no longer called himself “I, the Emperor”—it felt more intimate this way.

Wu Yu stood atop the eaves, behind him the silent cold moon, before him the flickering, icy white candles.

“What’s going on? Why is everyone stopping here instead of moving forward?” Wei Yi glanced around, puzzled.

Though it might cause temporary pain to all of Tianyi Valley, at least it won’t damage its core foundation.

Yongxin, swayed by Xuan Yue’s slander, plotted to kidnap her, but was ambushed by bandits en route; later, Fu Heng uncovered the plot and imprisoned him—hence his wife Jin Jia’s bitter attitude toward Yu Zhen, blaming her for her husband’s downfall.

Jiang Keke’s eyes welled with tears the moment she saw him; she hadn’t seen him since the day of her car accident.

San Sha sat down; Lao Bai opened with a sigh, then silence fell again.

He gasped for breath, cursing the idiot—he wanted to hit her right then and there; how could she be such an ungrateful wretch?

The logic was sound, but these stone appraisers had unconsciously taken the two resident evaluators’ estimates as reference, clearly lowering themselves.

But now this has happened, and it concerns us—what path do we take next?

“Dudu!” The man walked in, saw Yin Moyuan on the phone, feared something was wrong, snatched the phone, and hung up.

Isn’t that enough? Besides, we have no grudge against you; even if you carry much, you wouldn’t risk this.

One could imagine the terrifying result if that palm struck him.

With such a beauty present, many would say the painted portraits had lost all value.

But in reality, the number of ordinary Xuan Beasts in the mountain range was simply too vast; even knowing the distinction of pale gold light, finding one among them was no easy task.

Watching Leng Su dining alone at the table, Gu Xiao felt his heart clawed by a cat—painful beyond words.

When the entire Shuiling Pearl was crushed, when all its water spirit energy flooded into the Nirvana Flame, everything changed.

Today, she had washed away all pretense, revealing her true self without reservation before him.