Chapter 81

Qi Hao wanted to laugh.

He understood Gao Zhongjun’s feelings.

That feeling of wanting to kill someone but being unable to—there’s no worse torment.

They couldn’t silence Qi Hao either, because Qi Hao was a real shareholder, no matter how small his stake.

Fine, I give you money to grow, and once you succeed, you become a silent shareholder?

You go after him, and still expect funding?

Without multiple rounds of financing, Aunt Hua wouldn’t have made it this far.

Suddenly opening his eyes, the figure before him hadn’t vanished; Blue Jin’s heart surged, his actions overtaking thought—he pulled her into his arms and held her tightly, bound against his chest.

“Is this your first time returning to the country?” Tangyuan, sensing the silence between them, broke it with a question.

But if the troops charge out now, they’re likely to be annihilated in close combat with the enemy cavalry.

Mu Ying knew her mother-in-law had sent multiple letters, subtly and openly urging Han Yuntao to take a concubine—all of which Han Yuntao had refused.

Meng Youran held a food box, endlessly practicing how to hold it more stylishly against the pillar.

“Wife, they’re not eliminating bandits—they’re trying to wipe out both us and the bandits together!” Dongqing shouted in fury, dodging arrows while inching toward their source.

Go home? Yes, go home. Where she is—that’s home. Suddenly clear, his earlier panic and emptiness had been caused by her absence. The rain grew heavier, striking the umbrella and shattering into mist. Puddles deepened, soaking people’s shoes and socks. His heart settled.

Luo Qiyuan wasn’t obsessed; Han’s parents were delighted. They fully supported her actions and even helped her with the work.

Slowly lowering her head, she stared at the fading bite mark on her wrist—the scar from Ye Bei’s bite had long healed. She regretted it now; she should’ve let him bite harder.

Of course, this model isn’t the true Xiao Yao Immortal Mansion—it’s merely a medium, a key to it.

Speaking of Wang Zhi, she really is something else. Ye Fenglin’s broken leg was a tragedy, yet she turned it into a blessing.

Though he had that thought in his heart, facing Su Xiaotang, he still lacked the courage to say it aloud.

Huo Yansheng looked at Xie Rong. “I’m talking about Xinxin’s matter. Auntie, go ask your mother.” Huo Yansheng spoke seriously to Xie Rong.

If an ordinary person overdraws their spiritual energy, they might lie bedridden for weeks, or suffer permanent mental instability or chronic illness. Jiang An’s condition wasn’t that severe; with the recovery treatments, he estimated he’d be fully restored by tomorrow or the day after.

Su Haisheng’s face darkened. “Lao He, you misunderstood—I’m not talking about their marriage. Let’s put this on hold for now; let them decide for themselves.”

When Mu Yan again proposed leaving, Shen Qiu shook his head and refused—but personally took her traveling across China and abroad.

Baihu sensed the gravity of the situation, turned, and fixed his gaze on Jin Wu. Before Jin Wu could speak, he waved his hand and sealed him inside one of his treasures.

“It’s fine—I just missed you. Missed you so much I couldn’t sleep.” Jiang Cheng cooed into the phone.

The past two days had brought rain, but today the sky cleared at last. Lin Xun felt reasonably cheerful, because at the current rate of reputation gain, he’d hit ten million by the time he returned tonight—just enough to evolve his eyes to S-rank, as planned.

Officer Mao was overwhelmed and called Jiang Ya, hoping he’d respond—but the phone rang twice, was answered… and no one spoke.

Each day has night, divided into twelve hours: Zi, Chou, Yin, Mao, Chen, Si, Wu, Wei, Shen, You, Xu, Hai. Summer days are long and nights short; winter days are short and nights long. Midnight is Zi, noon is Wu. Before noon is morning; after noon is afternoon.