Chapter 589: Serendipity

“Oh no… oh no… Sweet potato pot, come out quick, I’m dying, I’m about to die, uh…”

When Shen Siyuan stepped out of the room, he saw Dou Dou lying by his door, tongue stretched out, pretending to be dead.

Shen Siyuan kicked her lightly with his foot, grumbling, “You’re already dead—what more dying to do?… Huh?”

He suddenly noticed the crimson flame mark on Dou Dou’s forehead.

“What’s going on?”

Shen

After Otto walked past the city gate, his personal guard immediately followed, but Otto gave a glance, signaling them all to fall back. Thus, an emperor who should have been surrounded by escort and honor walked the streets alone, with no one beside him.

“The war with Gu Zhili can wait—right now, the Japanese are courting that Chu guy, promising him dominion over the entire north if he helps them, plus supplying military supplies. Damn it, that Chu bastard is about to become a traitor!” Su Heng slammed his palm against the car door, spitting saliva, furious.

It was Yang Jinxin’s voice—Yang Jinhuan’s heart, which had sunk to the bottom, leapt again. Her younger sister would never abandon her.

So this is the ordinary mind—I’ve always wanted to break through but never found the right chance. Heaven truly is fair: whether doing good or evil, as long as you hold fast to your true heart, you move forward without hesitation. This is the very portrait of life, thought the drumming craftsman.

Yang Jinxin now realized that the woman who had come with her was none other than the President’s daughter, Qin Muyang’s fiancée, Chu Yu. Chu Yu also frowned, thinking for a moment, then looked up at Hua Lingsheng and Yang Jinxin.

To Wang Yan’s left sat his trusted subordinates: Zhang San, Li Si, Fang Tianyou, Yue Fei, and the Mole—all present below. Li Si, upon hearing that someone had come from Bingning City, hurried back with a team and now sat beside Zhang San, while Zhang Tie and Zhao You sat in the back row.

That night, as usual, Huo Dong cooked dinner—his cooking was mediocre, Yang Jinxin still had no appetite, and with the news Da Niu brought back, she couldn’t swallow a single bite.

Zhao Zhijun stood almost directly opposite her. She wore a light purple, bias-cut silk blouse, embroidered with purple-red flowers along the collar and front flap. The wide sleeves were pushed up to her elbows, revealing a slender, pale arm.

My plan sounded good, but putting it into practice was as hard as climbing to heaven. First, I had to get Tian Baiqing to lift me up, then gradually seize control of power. Easy to say, impossible to do—how could someone with no background become a landlord in a landlord’s household?

The more she thought, the more her mind raced. But whether her thoughts were right or wrong, she dared not underestimate Chen Lin’s identity any longer. Her expression grew even warmer and more amiable.

Of course, Tang Jie had bought five hundred jin of the liquor; Qianger refused to be outdone and doubled it. The two clashed, and Guo Pang reaped the benefit.

Huan Zhu let out a sharp cry, chanting a summoning incantation. She pressed her hand to her chest—a brilliant orange light flashed—and an eight-star phantom beast with a jet-black body appeared before Ye Zihan.

As Du Yuan traveled, it wasn’t just two who rubbed their eyes—it was many. They weren’t lacking in cultivation; they were too terrified for their lives, for no one had expected anyone to come this way, let alone come so ruthlessly. Before he even arrived, their senses had already blurred.

In the endometrial layer, doctors falsely claim infection to further exploit patients. Postoperative treatment is even stranger: doctors from the Pu network use powerless machines to perform meaningless “treatments,” wasting patients’ time and money.

As Du Yuan finished speaking, Qu Zhifeng’s expression showed clear approval. Du Yuan grinned and continued, “The fragrance is rich, intense, lingering—deeply soothing to the soul!” Then he drained the cup in one gulp.