Chapter 441: Golden Horse, Golden Horse

Xiao Judan Stadium.

As a landmark building in Taipei, the stadium has hosted major events such as sports competitions, exhibitions, art performances, concerts, and gatherings since its official opening in December 2005.

On the evening of December 8, 2007, the annual Golden Horse Awards of Wandao Film were held here with great fanfare.

Night had just fallen.

Large crowds of movie fans, music fans, and fan club members flooded in with their tickets.

“Of course, my relationship with Duan Hongfei is purely professional—nothing more. Don’t misunderstand,” Yin Mengli explained to Xiao Hun, mindful of his injuries and fearing he might fly into a rage.

The last time I saw Pang Qi was during the Spring Festival reunion. I don’t interact with her much on a daily basis, but according to our local customs, guests are honored—the host should treat them to a meal.

Moreover, the video footage spanning nearly five to six minutes had been deliberately blurred; Yin Mengli and Huo Feng could only make out a faint silhouette, resembling a tall man—but there were many tall men in Wei’s circle, so they couldn’t confirm his identity.

After turning off my phone completely, I felt much better. I smiled crookedly, yet also felt deeply sad. Though I’d gotten some satisfaction, I hadn’t realized I was such a dark-hearted person—someone hurt me, and I turned to punish the innocent.

Shi Haodong stared at his back, seeing a man of average height with a straight posture, evoking a sense of awe as if gazing upon a towering mountain.

In profound confusion, he suddenly noticed many people approaching; he scanned them one by one and spotted a familiar face.

As he spoke the final sentence, Zhang Shu gazed meaningfully at Lianyan, who lowered her head with no reaction.

Soon after, the owner brought up a pot of soup, placed it on the gas stove at the table, lit the flame, and then left.

In all this time, Tan Xingyun had rarely seen such a beautiful starry sky. She suddenly remembered how seldom the heavens now displayed so many stars—like scattered chess pieces cast upon a deep blue curtain, shimmering with crystalline light, filling the entire sky as if to envelop her.

In that case, Yin Mengli could remain forever good friends with Huo Feng, free of all concerns. Yet Yin Mengli couldn’t help teasing Huo Feng, playfully roughhousing—it had become a habit, and breaking it would be truly difficult.

Wei Shengyan’s eyes flickered with pain; his thin lips tightened. Finally, he didn’t wish to linger further, turned, and strode away, leaving behind a single sentence.

She asked the madam where her child was, but learned that the young master He intended to ruin her—the child had vanished somewhere unknown. All her valuables, including the bracelet she’d paid forty thousand for and her ID card, had been taken by the madam.

Ye Shu’s eyebrows twitched slightly, yet he did not believe so. During the exchange, he inadvertently caught Feng Shizun and Chunyu Shushu exchanging glances, then glancing toward him—likely not meant for the new disciples… Still, though he thought this, he did not rush to tell Yan Changlan.

Not only Luo Ziyao, but Fu Xuan also had family; the two now relied on each other, both possessing some cultivation, yet neither could return to visit them.

“Didn’t the Empress Dowager instruct me to pay attention to battle reports from Nanzhao?” Gao Zhu said.

Yan Changlan keenly sensed the implication in Ye Shu’s words, yet he found nothing strange in his heart.

Everyone had been hoping to see who was crying—perhaps even some drama—but when they saw it was Yang Jing, they dispersed.

It opened its bloodied maw and bit down on Lin Haoran’s soul, causing Lin Haoran to let out a pained roar.