Chapter 109

The bedroom scene is divided into three parts.

One part is Qi Hao reading the letter, another is Gao Yuanyuan on the phone, and the third is Qi Hao embracing his wife in reconciliation after finishing the letter.

As for what might happen after reconciliation, the movie didn’t continue filming.

Qi Hao dismissed the mistress and returned to the warm embrace of his family.

The mistress left without dragging him into a dispute, the wife forgave him, so he, the one who enjoyed the blessings of two women, was the true winner.

“I have to return to Hong Kong first thing tomorrow; I don’t need those girls anymore—I’m afraid the journey’s jolts would wear me out after all that exertion,” Chen Chumo declined politely.

Lu Fan smiled wryly at the Yellow Goat Ancestor, but since he had promised, he would do his best; fortunately, A Li was considerate and hadn’t set a deadline.

There was no helping it—he was naturally charismatic, yet he had sensitive wounds, for his life had long been bound to Jia Yu, forever entangled with her.

“Old Song’s got big shots now—he just walked right behind the director,” Tie Zhu said, sounding slightly dejected. They’d come to Hong Kong together, they’d promised to work hard together, yet Old Song had abandoned them and switched sides—absolutely outrageous.

Overthinking was useless; since he’d decided to steal a half-day of leisure from life, Xu Yang resolved to fully relax.

—Besides, she didn’t believe she’d done anything worthy of heavenly retribution. She’d seen too many wicked people and deeds; even if heavenly punishment existed, it wouldn’t come for her first.

He hadn’t lacked an opening to win just now, but the slight openings he deliberately showed held no appeal to Master Chongxu’s cautious nature.

Qi didn’t want to explain too much—too many words always left loopholes; secrets were best kept to oneself.

The inner elixir, once like a stone ball, now emitted a soft jade glow. Lu Fan’s face lit up with delight—he’d severed communication with the Yellow Goat Ancestor for over three months; how could he not be pleased now that the inner elixir stirred?

“Fool, you’re naturally the most important person in my life,” he said, embracing me and gently patting my back, so I’d gradually realize that I still mattered deeply in Wen Feiyu’s heart.

Han Linfu’s fighting style was one he’d never fully contemplated in stillness. He then recalled that Han Linfu had mentioned it to him more than once—only now, as memories surfaced, did he suddenly understand the technique.

But he wasn’t an easy mark either—he knew how to speak to men as a man, to ghosts as a ghost; he didn’t believe the old man truly didn’t know “Xia Ye’s” identity. Since the man was pretending ignorance, Lin Yu decided to play the fool.

The fire element slowly withdrew from Ye Qingcheng’s palm; the Fire Lion Beast no longer blazed as fiercely—its flames flickered dimly, like a candle in the wind, ready to be snuffed out at any moment.

Even though Wang Liangdi had repeatedly warned her, she still couldn’t imagine spending this night in the arms of this man.

Grandma was growing older day by day; put bluntly, she didn’t know how many more times she’d see Grandma.

He didn’t press her, giving her time to open her heart, showing her that he trusted her completely.

“Fourth Uncle, you say these mountain beasts come to devour people—places meant for humans have become their playground? People still burn incense and offer sacrifices to them, and dare not even call them wolves—they must be addressed as Uncle Zhang San.”

Ye Qingcheng’s face darkened—Sheng Minglan had already spread the news that she was Ye Qingcheng; she feared the other nations now knew, and that the Ye Kingdom had passed into her hands.

“Heh, you fellows may not know, but this ‘Treasure Pavilion’ has only been open two or three days—I only discovered it myself two days ago at the market. After asking around, I learned this shop was opened by Master Pan An of Qijia Peak,” said the narrow-faced, monkey-eyed cultivator with a mysterious air.