Chapter 175: Drowning in the River

"Sister DuoDuo, let me tell you—I went on a roller coaster with Mom, so high, so high, so much fun!"

"Oh, I've ridden a big airplane, flying in the sky," DuoDuo said, glancing at her sideways.

"That's different," DouDou said, flustered.

"What's different? It's higher than yours, and you can see clouds drifting by… hehe…"

Speaking of drifting clouds, she remembered her own name.

"It's different."

Wu Ai looked at Shou Si deeply, nodded, and walked out. Ming Lu also left reluctantly.

In that instant, a faint creaking sound suddenly reached their ears; everyone jumped. It turned out that Aunt Lou had touched a snake-shaped wooden carving on the bedside table, and out of curiosity, she gently twisted it—only to hear that sound. She looked around, but found nothing unusual.

"I'm sorry, but if you're here to cause trouble, please leave. Otherwise, I'll call security to have you removed," Jiang Jingluo's face had lost all trace of a smile. She'd just been slapped for no reason and had nowhere to vent her anger—now this woman accused her of stealing her man? Absurd.

Suddenly, a faint sneer and an intense sense of danger froze Wu Hewei's heart to ice.

Wanyan Liang warned, "Zhao Yun." What did she think she was? Jian Wei thought he was calling her, but the name Zhao Yun was utterly unfamiliar.

"Uncle Weilasi, you drive back first—I'll walk home with my friends," Li Ganglei didn't hesitate, stepping straight out of the car… A notable detail: before exiting, he swept all the chocolate off the table into his pocket.

"If you'd met Sun Yiling before Jiang Jingluo, none of this would've happened!" Ling Haoxuan suddenly said.

She didn't even know who to hit, but she grinned and chimed in, "Yes, hit her!" She meant her—this would be even better if she had some snacks to munch on.

At the Pingzhou Public Auction, a six-kilogram colorless glass-type jade sold for 3, 00 yuan. This colorless glass-type jade is even better, and its weight is nearly identical—Zhou You estimates it could sell for forty million.

Qian the Shopkeeper had worked in a pawnshop for decades; he was the one brought in to appraise treasures, and over the years he'd never misjudged a single item. He'd always named the price instantly under an oil lamp—but today, after much effort, he still couldn't give a price. He found it strange.

Qing Jie sat motionless in her executive chair, staring blankly at the empty air. Suddenly, she felt a strange sensation of being watched—as if a pair of eyes in the air across from her were glaring at her in fury.

Once money was given away, how could the production team possibly take it back? The director had intended to refuse, but the sisters insisted strongly.

He claimed he had chopped off the arm of King Helü of Wu and slaughtered his entire family, bearing an irreconcilable grudge against him. Qing Ji, moved by his tragic story, took him in and treated him with great favor. During a boat journey, Yao Li seized his chance and stabbed Qing Ji from behind. Qing Ji, mighty and brave, was pierced by the blade—but grabbed Yao Li's leg, lifting him high into the air.

Seeing nothing else inside the music box, Qian Yaya tossed it carelessly into the drawer and left.

"Of course. But what help do you need, Narcissa? If you imagine I can persuade the Dark Lord to change his mind, that's hopeless—absolutely hopeless," Professor Snape said.

"Alright, to be honest, since we're traveling the world, shouldn't we plan a route? Where to start, where to end?" Ji Qingcheng asked.

Professor Snape said nothing. He avoided Narcissa's gaze, refusing to look at her tears—as if he found them improper—but he could not pretend he hadn't heard her words.