Chapter 814: This Isn

“Zheng Wei, is this written by you?”

He Chen had long noticed Zheng Wei sneaking around; seeing she no longer pretended, he immediately turned to look as she leaned against a large tree, challenging him, and his voice instantly drew everyone’s attention.

Everyone immediately turned their gazes in He Chen’s direction, eyes brimming with gossip and curiosity.

In the original plot, Chen Xiaozheng was caught off guard, walking and chatting with a professor who admired him as they passed by here.

I stared in shock at the face entering my field of vision, unable to believe this was the same Lei Mingxuan I knew.

The location of the Finance Department in Ziyu Family Textiles reveals its critical importance: the innermost room is the Chairman’s office, with the General Manager’s office and Finance Department flanking it on either side.

“Of course, just look who you’re talking to,” Liehuo flicked his fiery red hair.

Under normal circumstances, Lin Yiming wouldn’t be afraid—not just shouting, even slapping the table wouldn’t faze him.

Tang Luo was speechless. Like? What’s wrong with you? Why leave the HR department and choose to be a security guard?

“Mind manipulation? After all these years, is that all my memories with you amount to—just these four words?” It was clear Lou Shenghao’s surprise wasn’t feigned.

Behind the stone wall stood a stone door, composed of two stone panels pressed tightly together.

Leng Ning was distracted; no matter how exquisite the delicacies, they tasted like chewing wax. She nodded politely at Qiu’er, then resumed staring blankly at the bed.

Qiu’er glanced at Sima Shanlan, who had already stepped onto the arena. Sima Shanlan was tall, neither strikingly beautiful nor ugly, but radiating an aura of righteous integrity. She wore a green robe and carried a dull, jet-black sword at her waist.

A sharp gunshot rang out; the bullet traced a graceful arc, flashing toward Ye Ming’s head. After Ye Ming eliminated his enemy, the aura of death closed in again—but this time, Ye Ming sensed the enemy had locked onto him.

“But later, things changed. When I invited Yan Tianyou to my residence, my wife and I casually inquired about his situation—unfortunately, Yan Tianyou was already betrothed,” Pei Seyuan said, his tone tinged with regret.

Mo Ran murmured, then sheathed the Destroying God Sword and walked again to the water barrier. She pressed her palm against it, feeling immense power contained within.

Since he came into this world, he had always obeyed his mother without question—so much so that even when his master Li Yu and his mother arranged his marriage, he never objected, silently accepting it.

Wangmu still had spare rooms; she cleared one out for Wei Lanlan to stay in, though it was nowhere near as good as Wei Yanyan’s—more like a temporary guest room.

The eastern street of Jining County was lined with shops; after leaving the tavern, the group headed straight for the eastern street.

Hu Fei, seeing Youge had said so, could only nod in agreement. Besides, they all always trusted Youge—what he said was never wrong.

After discovering the two were classmates, no one knew how elated the slightly shy and insecure boy was.

She had been forgotten… Even her bank card, untouched for half a year with its 20,000 yuan, was the only proof that night had ever happened.

In the northwest corner of the Bamboo Garden stood another garden, filled with luxurious peonies, as well as noble flowers like the orchid, camellia, peony, and chrysanthemum. The adjacent courtyard was built with elegant refinement, just slightly inferior to the main courtyard.

Zhou Mengyao was instantly captivated by the Qingfeng Sword, her eyes fixed on it, unable to look away.

After Lao Qian left, Jiang Ze called Ah Si in—he had long been having Ah Si investigate Ding Jiale.