Chapter 851: One Hundred and Ninety-Eight: A Woman

One Hundred and Ninety-Eight: A Woman’s Heart Is as Deep as the Sea

It had been some time since Ouyang Rong had visited the Merit Tower; recently, the bulk of his merit points came from two main sources.

One was the lingering merit feedback from his earlier projects—the Zhe Yiqu and Xunyang Stone Caves—which still granted him a few hundred points every so often, though the intervals between each increase had grown longer over time, consistent with the natural law of gradual decline.

It had been some time since Ouyang Rong had visited the Merit Tower; recently, the bulk of his merit points came from two main sources.

One was the lingering merit feedback from his earlier projects—the Zhe Yiqu and Xunyang Stone Caves—which still granted him a few hundred points every so often, though the intervals between each increase had grown longer over time, consistent with the natural law of gradual decline.

Ever since he learned two days ago of these two families’ intentions, he had been warning himself not to let his guard down for a moment.

For some reason, they always felt this guy was unlike ordinary powerful individuals.

“What lieutenant? Just call me Brother Lin, like Ze Yang does. You’re a disciple of Academician Yu—that makes you family.”

Looking at that smiling face, He Lizheng felt a pang in his chest; though he and his wife had bickered for years, she had always been sincere with him, if nothing else.

Falme from the Kou Kou team also returned to Kou Kou’s group after some time.

Even though Zheng Qiu was already a Rongqi cultivator, he still couldn’t stop trembling when washing his hands.

Belia’s laughter had shifted from suppressed joy to wild, triumphant cackling.

The next day, they called us and told us to bring the goods to a farm outside the city at 10 p.m., so we bought a bag of flour from the supermarket and set off.

The two of them had no choice but to stay there; fortunately, the old steward had known they were coming days earlier and had cleaned both courtyards thoroughly—though simple, they looked neat and tidy.

Her words struck a chord with me—weren’t Qin Yinian and the others just like that? But I believe there is no love without reason, nor hatred without cause; Qin Yinian and the others were invaded by foreign tribes, yet now both sides are of the same race—what deep grudge could there possibly be?

“Alright, I approve it. You can take leave anytime. But before you go, inform Comrade Jiang Zhengnan so he can arrange the necessary work in advance,” Liu Xiaoning reminded. Liu Xiaoning fully understood Li Tianyi’s state of mind.

“Fei Teng is your father, so Fei Yan is your older brother?” Da Gang growled, scowling.

“Alright, then I won’t say any more.” With that, Zhao Hongyi took one step and wiped away a tear, then decisively walked out of Zhao Hongxin’s office.

So these girls were gathered around Gao Jun, asking him how to get the best results from selfies.

Song Lei had been busy running between government offices and the media for the past two days, desperately countering attacks from rivals like Ruixing, and had no chance to notice the server log reports submitted by the technicians.

At the epicenter, Chris ultimately endured the powerful energy surge; though disheveled and suffering internal injuries, he knew it was his own fault—he wasn’t even angry, only worried about how to explain what had just happened to Xiao Long.

Understanding their situation, they worked together, continuously channeling yuan power into the He-character scroll, while Ye Meng guided the scroll racing like the wind to the primitives.

Hearing the door open, Da Hua was terrified and scrambled to hide under the farthest desk, not daring to breathe.

This was the real Chai Hua; Huang Jialuo now understood—he even regretted getting involved in this matter.

Often, Yi Feng forgot he was a young man under thirty; his maturity and composure sometimes made him seem more like an old man.

I looked at my phone glowing green in the dark, wanting to ignore it, but couldn’t bring myself to do so, so I turned on the desk lamp, threw on a robe, got up, and picked up the phone to check it.

Native of Shandong, age twenty-three; father died early, mother bedridden and recovering at home, unable to come to the capital. Though born in poverty, he was exceptionally gifted, passing the Metropolitan Examination at a young age, and is now a Shujishi in the Hanlin Academy.