Chapter 983

During Li Dongling’s absence, the headquarters of Dongling Gaokex had accumulated too many tasks—vast sums of project funding, personnel appointments, and numerous Dongling Gaokex-affiliated companies all awaited his signature.

Not only at Dongling Gaokex, but also in Pingyang, Hanxi Province, various departments, including Pingyang University, there were numerous events and ceremonies requiring Li the Benevolent’s attendance.

Some events had even been deliberately postponed for months just to wait for Li the Benevolent.

Half a month ago, Si Bo Ye, the sole heir of the Si family, traveled overseas to Southeast Asia for business and died in a plane crash, his body never recovered; Madame Si and Grandmother Si were heartbroken.

Before Fu Bo could answer, Lu Da, who had seemingly eaten nothing, devoured the roasted meat while muttering, "If we strike back proactively, whoever sends assassins, we'll kill them."

When Liu Liu received the letter, he was sitting in the private room of Tianxiang Pavilion, clenching his fists and drinking gloomy wine.

The tiger-head baby shoes on the infant’s feet were hand-embroidered by Lady Huo of old, the red rubies and Australian white pearls personally selected by her.

She returned to Feicui Garden and learned that Grandmother Ji had also been in the hospital, not due to return until tomorrow.

But Wen Jiuling had repeatedly entangled herself with Lu Huai’an, which enraged him, so he had never pursued the truth of the matter.

Among them, Professor Yang cherished him the most—Professor Yang genuinely wished to cultivate him to a higher level.

In her past view, cooking was merely for sustenance. But today, something seemed different.

Now Professor Shen’s face, ears, and neck were all red, his heart pounding much faster than before.

Though it was their first meeting and their statuses were vastly unequal, Hua Pingyang found the encounter quite pleasant; though initially nervous, he gradually felt no longer oppressed.

Who knows how Zhou Rui’an would feel seeing this? When he was still imprisoned, Jiang Qingyue had bonded with the Second Prince.

The Second Prince and Liu Min exchanged a glance, and for the first time, they saw compromise in each other’s eyes.

This was the distance created by power disparity—those below the Saint Realm were crammed halfway up the mountain, while those above were beings they could only look up to.

Life is not paradise; dreams are usually brief, flowers bloom and fade just as briefly, so people prefer lingering in dreams. When rare flowers and beautiful scenery appear, people inevitably pause. Fu Jiezi chose to rest here for much the same reason.

Gu Zhuo had also secured the carriage and entered the courtyard, watching her joyous, almost bouncing form with a doting gaze.

Yun Lan instantly understood why her grandfather and grandmother had refused to tell her why Hui Ru, her mother, had left Rizhui Village.

The lake’s surface wasn’t wide—only two or three mu—but strangely, how could a lake possibly be atop a mountain?

Yun Lan flew into a rage, her shouted numbers echoing like a lion’s roar; the night warriors’ torches arrived, and even the head maid at the gate grew fearful.

She had never desired anything else; the title of Madam Qiao was enough—she didn’t care who he was with.

Moreover, this maid was from Fenghua Courtyard, making her even more determined to claim her—she wanted to see Shen Wei’s furious face.

To stand alone against the entire Fengshuang City—no one would be foolish enough to do such a thing.

Lin Yan’s form, previously hovering midair and nearly ethereal, stabilized; he closed his eyes and began guiding this spiritual force to circulate around his spiritual space.

“Master, please sit on the bed!” Wang Jiaojiao eagerly ushered Zhang You into the inner chamber, as if nothing had happened.

Zhang You was unused to being so close to a man; after sitting beside Shen Shixing, he felt somewhat stiff.