Chapter 230

"Has the matter been taken care of?" said Ruan Hongzhuang as Shen Siyuan returned.

"It's done. Let's continue eating," said Shen Siyuan.

"By the way, I need to tell you something—my mother might come to Binhai soon."

"Your mother's coming to Binhai? Is she coming to meet me?" Shen Siyuan was surprised.

"She didn't say, but I suspect that's the intention," said Ruan Hongzhuang.

"Then let's meet. I'm not someone to be ashamed of."

Li Bashan looked down at Feng Mu from above; his towering, muscular frame, over two meters tall, loomed like a mountain, blocking the light and engulfing the latter in shadow.

But once you become the boss, become the one towering above others, you start thinking too much, start fearing death.

All he needed was a bit of physics knowledge, a bit of imagination, and a touch of meticulous patience in manual work.

Lin Erchui was a man of integrity—he never cheated, deceived, or tricked anyone—how could anyone possibly harbor ill will toward him?

Lin Ran had a bit of experience and foundation in this from his past life; when designing cartoon breads for his mother's bakery, he'd handled it with ease.

Li Huoyue was also startled; now that everything had settled, she exhaled quietly in relief—she had almost watched her useless father be killed right before her eyes.

At his voice, the motion-sensor light in the stairwell suddenly turned on, emitting a soft warm yellow glow that illuminated everything before them.

Liu Dajun answered without hesitation—after all, wild boar stored in his space wouldn't spoil, so there was no rush.

Amid the noisy chaos, he clearly heard Qiao Zhen's gentle, sweet voice, each word deliberate, softly tapping against his eardrums.

As a mid-tier Tiejie Level 10 powerhouse, Camille's alertness was naturally extremely high; had the "Eight Kings Strike" not consumed nearly all her strength, she would never have exposed such a glaring opening before Naijia.

Shen Heyi, closest of all, didn't hesitate—he leapt into the air, soared over the cliff's edge, grabbed Yao Qingmu's arm with his left hand, and shot a silver thread from his right, wrapping it around a protruding rock on the cliff.

"Cousin, want to know what they're saying?" Li Chen was lost in thought; An Lisiya smiled mysteriously, her tone teasing.

She simply lifted her foot and placed it on his knee, stubbornly continuing to figure out how to undo it, not caring at all that the shoe was dirty.

Although she felt deeply uneasy, at least it clarified that his kindness last night had only one purpose—he wasn't conspiring with Mo Zihan.

Thinking of the brief happy moments she'd shared with Chiyan in Beixiang Kingdom, Yun Yue smiled warmly at them.

She suddenly wanted to punch someone, but felt that beating this kind of person a hundred times wouldn't change his nature.

Wang Yanner paused, recalling Wei Rouyi's gaze earlier, then her uncle-in-law—but then she remembered she couldn't stay in the Cold Palace forever.

Better not to dwell on what kind of feeling it was, better not to respond—so long as she came with him, he would do everything in his power to protect her. Wasn't that enough? Why overthink the nature of the feeling?

Chasing so far, having to kneel, having to work in the kitchen—sigh, if Lü Xi knew, she'd probably want to kill him.

Zhongli Canye suddenly felt short of breath, for he had smelled the familiar scent on Qingcheng—beyond the herbal aroma, it was the body fragrance he once knew from Mandance.

The Soul-Eating Blade recoiled through the air, sliding back over ten meters before trembling violently, emitting a low, wounded moan.

That night, after much pleading and nearly wearing out his tongue, Tianjing finally convinced his mother not to stay with him. She wouldn't sleep tonight anyway—he didn't want to disturb her rest. Besides, he very much wanted to use the Thought-Linking Silk to speak with He Yunyang.

There was no point in pretending anymore; the Crown Prince's face lost all trace of sorrow. He stared coldly at Tianjing, suppressing the urge to leap from the bed and strangle her right then.