Chapter 861: My Mom Is Really Stylish

On the second day of the New Year, over breakfast, Grandma Wu Juying asked Li Ye: “Xiao Ye, today you and Xiao Juan go pick up your little aunt and her family—Xiao Juan’s a new driver, she needs to learn from you...”

Li Ye put down his bowl and said: “Alright, I’ll go right now—but is it just your little aunt’s family coming today? If others are coming too, we’ll take two cars.”

Wu Juying glanced at Li Ye and said coolly: “Don’t worry about that—people who shouldn’t come won’t.”

When Qiu Shaoze finished speaking, Shen Zhishuang suddenly burst into giggles—clearly she didn’t believe him.

Of course, André believed Angier—and precisely because of that, Daniel would never ally with them. He could see Angier was the leader, André had become his follower; if he joined, would he have to follow Angier too? If he didn’t follow Angier, would the two of them turn on him together?

“If you run into trouble, come find me at Biehe Manor.” The voice carried no emotion, yet it made her heart tighten inexplicably.

Qiu Jingchen stared wide-eyed—what was going on? She hadn’t blinked, yet suddenly there were seven Qianhe Zhengyi.

Yu Chi Su smiled gently. Yes, acting himself would only expose his target—using others to kill was the wiser move. But did he truly wish her dead?

In truth, if Commander He hadn’t been so eager to defeat Xiao Rang, he wouldn’t have been thrown down so badly himself. His strength equaled the Upper Pure Realm of Guizhen—he wasn’t much weaker than Xiao Rang; if they’d fought fairly, he could’ve held out for at least half an hour.

At that moment, the crowd quieted. No one threw anything anymore. The executioner waved his hand, and two soldiers immediately brought over two buckets of water, dousing Onest directly.

Yan Yu’s manner of speaking was truly annoying—he’d banned everyone in the city from talking just so he could have peace.

As the system alert sounded, Guiye Youming surged forward and slipped into stealth within moments.

This desire made her body ache—a fierce heat pressed deep in her chest, demanding release, yet with nowhere to vent, creating an excruciating pain.

In summer, those who came to harass the newlyweds waited outside—it didn’t matter much, at worst they got bitten by mosquitoes a few times. But winter was different: Yunling’s winters were bitterly cold, freezing people solid, so far fewer came to harass the newlyweds.

I suddenly realized: the most annoying thing in this world is one’s own imagination. The most beautiful thing is love talk—but what you most want to hear is the truth. Truth is the most real, the cruelest, the hardest to speak, and the most heart-wrenching.

Before meeting Wang Yao, Liu Wei had performed exceptionally well. But after meeting Wang Yao—especially after losing that solo match—he’d been underperforming ever since.

After Director Yu finished speaking, the other directors all nodded. Though they were big shots to ordinary people, before the city’s top leaders, they were nothing—this was the power of one rank above crushing another.

Even ten or so of them voluntarily left the group, watching from afar. Of course, these men had no loyalty whatsoever—they’d desert sooner or later, not worth keeping.

Gu Zichen stiffened slightly, as if silently calming his emotions, then straightened his body and looked at the unfamiliar faces behind him.

Gu Yicheng and I both froze. Gu Yicheng was stunned because someone had dared to appear at this moment.

After the old lady vomited from the food here yesterday, all three meals since have been cooked by Shen Qianyan. She hasn’t eaten anything else—if this was food poisoning, Shen Qianyan is the prime suspect.