Chapter 321

Calling out to your husband for help won’t work.

Qi Hao couldn’t fly over to save his girlfriend; he was now looking at Yang Yu with a mixture of exasperation and amusement.

“So, you’ve come here to freeload on my food and drinks?”

I’ve seen shameless people before, but never anyone this shameless.

No money for a movie? Give it to him.

No money to rent an office? Now you want to freeload on Qi Hao’s office building.

“Boss, don’t put it so harshly—I’m really just your

The sense of irritation in him had grown heavier than before; he turned his car around and went home, tossing his belongings carelessly aside, then slumped into his chair, utterly uninterested in work.

Perhaps the envoy is a man of simple living; the prices in the scenic area must be several times higher than normal. Better to bring your own—hygienic, affordable.

Soon, he heard the voices of several men talking, apparently discussing job hunting; the people next door must be agents.

Yet just as he carefully plotted his every step, the crown prince found him and threatened him with marriage, forcing him to become a spy in the Southern Court.

Wei Yu stared at him, silently cursing his meddling. This guy had just bought a luxury car and was showing it off everywhere.

Liu Yu and Tianjin had already been married more than once; their steps were calm and unhurried, and Liu Yu even wore a faint smile. He held his bride’s hand, his gaze tender.

She had barely returned to Tong Anan’s side when Xu Wei came to find her, saying he wanted to introduce her to his father—the CEO of Huan Ya.

Hearing this, I and the Scholar immediately nodded and leaned back, giving the veteran some space.

Wei Yu glared at Chen Chenchen, silently cursing his interference. This guy had just switched to a luxury car and was flaunting it everywhere.

“Is that fine, Qi Cheng?” Xu Zhen asked him, since this was his territory and the rules were his to set.

When Du Juan heard the name, her gaze suddenly turned strange, filled with a mix of familiarity and estrangement.

Although the goods had been shipped out, Wu Haoming didn’t rush to leave the country. He patiently waited another three or four days until the factory delivered the three truckloads of tax rebate invoices to Ningcheng, then personally delivered them to Hu Dahai of Wanda Company.

Seeing Mu Lu didn’t understand his meaning, Feng Le offered no explanation, wearing an infuriatingly smug expression that made Mu Lu grit her teeth in frustration.

The rise of non-clan players had become inevitable; these players were sprouting up everywhere on the four leaderboards, filling me with urgency and deep sympathy for Jiao’er’s hardships.

Suddenly, Luo Jinshi’s drowsiness vanished. This was her senior from the academy—why was he calling her so late? But she remembered: she had confessed and been rejected.

Wei Jia merely nodded and walked out. The night was thick; he gave a faint, bitter smile. Was he truly destined to have no future with Luo Jinshi?

Amitabha, seeing this, was stunned. He was about to speak out to stop it, but then a thought struck him—he no longer intervened, and said calmly, “All is left to your discretion, younger brother,” then closed his eyes and sat motionless, like a statue.

“I do regret it—I regret letting the beautiful woman beside me forget to respect her husband,” he said, his lips crushing down hard on her upturned red lips, his hand sliding under her pajama top to press against her smooth, snowy skin.

Facing the fiery, aromatic fish stew, Zhu Zhu had no appetite. She’d been in Beijing for several days now; since their big fight, she’d abandoned her old phone number. As for everything about Wu Haoming, she knew nothing—her heart was tangled, perhaps this was the aftermath of a breakup.

Before anyone could react, Jiang Chen had already flashed forward with his Silver Flame Sword, standing before Zhu Yuan and Zhu Tian.

This was a vast plain, where all the core members of the Great Chu Empire had gathered.

Hao Shuai strode in boldly, followed by a burly man wearing a wide-brimmed hat, deliberately obscuring his face.