Chapter 318: Moving Into a New Home (Requesting Monthly Votes)

Qi Hao and An Feng held hands to watch "Tangshan Earthquake."

Their relationship has been officially confirmed; they are open and unashamed.

Even if someone took photos, it didn’t matter.

Thanks to the low-profile hat, they watched the movie without incident.

I have to say, this is a truly stunning film.

Several young actors also performed excellently, especially one named Zhang Zifeng, whose acting and appearance were both outstanding, unlike Zhao Jinmai, whom Qi Hao had signed.

Luo Xia heard Isabella defending him and couldn’t help but laugh bitterly, yet a warmth still stirred in his heart.

Wu Junxi didn’t wait for me to finish speaking—he hoisted me onto his shoulder. My stomach was jolted by his shoulder, and I frantically struggled to get free.

“Don’t worry, it’s fine!” Xi Men Zhuixue smiled, his confident demeanor calming Ren Qiong.

But Xing Yue hadn’t guessed that Xiao Hongyu’s order for her to kill Xiao Hongye was to overthrow the dynasty.

The name of this body’s original owner was identical to his own, as if fate had arranged it all along.

The dining room was empty. Pradino picked up his knife and fork to enjoy his lunch. The tender filet mignon was effortlessly sliced; he placed a piece streaked with blood into his mouth, closed his eyes, and savored how the rare steak melted instantly—pure bliss.

The dishes weren’t ready yet, but Gu Qianqian poured wine for everyone first. She raised her glass to toast, then downed it in one gulp. She drank too quickly and choked.

“Xin’er, today you marry us. After drinking the wedding wine, you must be forever united, never parting until white hair. Our feelings for you are clear—now it’s your turn to declare yours.” Ran Sui said to me with solemn expression.

In this life, Xi Men Zhuixue has loving family, brothers who would die for him—he must protect it all. Whoever dares harm those he values will meet only death.

But when A Jiu remembered Ning Fei’s words, she understood: Xu Lingqian was indeed a clever man. At that moment, A Jiu felt a faint admiration for him—someone who understood things was all she needed; it justified her desire to recruit talent.

He rarely wore glasses; his sharp brows and starlit eyes carried natural authority. Combined with his cold demeanor, he seemed distant and forbidding, making others hesitant to approach.

Jun Feiyu shook his head, puzzled. He had carefully scanned the area and found no trace of the Ghost King. Had Bei Ming Xie come to Daxing without the Ghost King?

Wan Qi wove the last few long ropes once more, and in an instant, a Chinese knot hung from the fan’s tail, becoming a beautiful fan pendant.

Mentioning Mo Youxun’s name, Duan Chongyan froze. He thought of that elegant, extraordinary man—and found it impossible to reconcile him with this disfigured figure.

“No way!” A Jiu nearly toppled off her wheelchair. “Pick another role to play.” How could she eat if she had to sell herself to bury her father every day?

Aoi Tensho didn’t want to be hit by Chen Haoran’s weak attacks—he needed to keep his body in peak condition to face the army beyond the Deep Forest’s edge.

Ye Qingcheng looked up and saw Mei Ruxue radiating black demonic energy, utterly transformed from her former pure, lofty aura.

“What if I insist on marrying him?” Lan Xi tapped her wine flask with her fingers, her tone resolute.

No one answered the door, but Chen Haoran wasn’t deterred. He placed his hand on the lock; invisible force surged in, and the lock clicked open instantly.

Tian Xuanyun wandered alone again through the desolate, mountainous Wanying Mountain, where no one ever appeared. She kept thinking of Zhao, recalling their past days together, filled with regret—so many chances to speak, to grow close, had slipped away.

At that moment, he even forgot to scan for nearby competitors—otherwise, he would have noticed a general bearing a massive scythe, also racing toward the red spark.