Chapter 113

January 28, Tuesday. The 29th day of the eighth lunar month, New Year’s Eve.

Chen Yan got up early that morning—he had something important to do in the morning.

As he washed up, he saw Lu Sisi had already stuck her head out of the room.

This girl had gotten up unusually early today, dressed neatly in a white down jacket he had never seen before, inside

But this fire incident had given her a warning: the Yunqin Mansion must have problems.

“Phew, finally escaped death.” After bursting out of the ground, Ye Jin gasped for the fresh, crisp air outside.

Li Na sighed and shook her head, helpless against her younger sister. Fine, let them call themselves whatever they wanted—she had already warned them both: if Dong Jian didn’t truly love Li Jing, she would never allow them to be together.

He said, laughing, then lit a cigarette outright, clearly not giving a damn about the school’s rules.

After all, the second time we failed, fire erupted—if we fail a third time, we truly won’t know what danger awaits.

After a moment of silence, a beeping electronic tone came through the receiver, then the man’s low, hoarse voice entered Lin Xiangwan’s mind through her eardrums.

Ye Jin immediately squeezed the Tianxiang Huanhun Pill in his hand; three wisps of qi curled around it, releasing a faint, soothing floral fragrance.

The Demoness patched up her blades around me as if unconcerned, feigning aimless pacing—everything looked calm, but both sides hid hidden schemes: he wanted to cripple me the instant I couldn’t raise my shield, while my goal was to kill him.

Kim Taeyeon wasn’t company management; she didn’t know what the company meant. After all, now, Liu Yihan’s songs in Korea represented one thing: Liu Yihan’s songs meant popularity.

As the saying goes, a new year brings new prospects—but this year, so many things happened that we didn’t even celebrate the New Year, let alone anything else.

This way, she definitely wouldn’t lose weight; she needed another plan, so she started eating less and made Mu En cook only dishes she disliked.

“Don’t you understand me? Stay there.” Su Junyan, now too lazy to argue, wielded his authority over the prince’s life and death and ordered.

Prince Min glanced at him coldly; immediately, Old Lord Xiao withered, daring not to utter another word.

She saw Rong Chen staring at her with that fragile look—when he heard she only wanted to delay the wedding, his eyes instantly brightened like flowers blooming.

Or perhaps, it was precisely at this moment, under the joint assault of two experts, that he finally broke through that barrier.

Mu Lingluo kicked her in the knee joint, using a clever force; Li Feng collapsed to the ground at once, forced to rely on Mu Chengzhi for support.

Fusion, after all, is standard procedure—the method of the Medicine King and the Medicine Lord, clearly the best choice.

“You mean?” Master Mo Shan strained to digest these absurd tidbits, asking along with her words.

The others in the mall didn’t know what had happened, thinking it was a fight—but Lin Shishi and Lin Man clearly saw it; seeing Wu Fan so fierce, they immediately smiled.

Why had Yun Haotian, who had just been helpless, suddenly unleashed such power? He couldn’t understand it at all.

Since the start of the semester, two and a half months have passed; homeroom teachers all knew exactly which students in each class were troublemakers.