Chapter 288: 043 Your Operations Are Like Yu Xing (8k)

On Sunday morning, Yu Xing didn’t get out of bed until late.

He had thought he wasn’t under much pressure, but today, gazing at West Lake, he suddenly felt utterly at ease—no need to worry about user growth, employee welfare, or competitive shifts; it was as if nothing remained but a deep longing to meet Liu Chiping…

This feeling was truly wonderful.

Yu Xing ate a light meal, smoked a cigarette leisurely, then set off toward A.

Yet, Tun Tun and his family all knew Grandma’s cooking was truly mediocre—but every time Grandpa said it was delicious, they all chimed in.

He Da Gou froze, realizing that Li Jigang, the Eighth Route Regiment commander Wu Tianying mentioned, was also imprisoned here; Cao Fat had brought Li Jigang breakfast that morning.

Su Jinxī let out a startled cry, but the sound cut off halfway as she widened her eyes and snapped her mouth shut.

“It’s just a cold—why are you all so worked up?” Lin Fu ren smiled, half-reclining by the bed, watching Zhi Lan and Qi Xuan bustling about the room.

This time, the Japanese weren’t playing tricks; they only sought out Watanabe Hanzi after over a month because the Showa Emperor had issued an imperial decree.

“Just one step away,” Ye Chen cursed inwardly. The scene before him mirrored precisely what had happened with Nian Wei before.

I’m heartbroken. All along, I believed the deepest feelings I had were real—but now they’re trembling on the verge of collapse. What, then, is true? What is false?

Seeing his scheme nearly succeed, he sneaked out of Lin Wan’s office with a sly grin—only to collide head-on with Zhao Tiezhu, who had come personally to apologize.

The winter sun moved forward a great distance and settled in the southern sky; its lazy rays suddenly gathered and spilled across the earth, bringing a warm sensation.

“What’s Hándān?!” Duan Liying stared at the two large pearls in his hand. Deep in his pupils flickered a hint of delight. It seemed their efforts hadn’t been in vain—killing the Cold Worm King had yielded some real benefits.

She wore a champagne-colored spaghetti-strap nightdress, over which she draped a matching silk shawl, making her skin appear as pale as snow.

A police officer from the Niangniang Temple precinct burst into the temporary command center and reported to Ge Lu that the Governor had arrived.

By the way, things outside might be unstable lately—stock up on extra food, supplies, water, and weapons at home.

Though he was an ordinary man, he had never begged anyone—working a job, doing hard labor, he never needed to beg.

Especially those with the same mindset as Du Pozi—who looked down on rural people—were now filled with profound shock.

The server opened the door and saw red flames flickering over the guest’s body—he was startled and immediately shouted for help.

General Chen’s family also bowed reverently to Su Nuan, their merit-light speckling like stars as it drifted toward her.

The director, watching behind the camera, was wildly excited—he felt he’d discovered a promising acting talent, his eyes gleaming.

“I’ll ask Guoqing to delay starting work and drive you into the city,” Duan Shunan still hoped, as much as possible, that Duan Jiajia would be safer.

If he were alone, it would be fine—he could use the Eight-Union Formation, suppress the formation’s core with a spiritual artifact, wear this Bloodscale Armor, and no one below Foundation Establishment could harm him; with his formidable physical strength amplified by the Bloodscale Armor, he’d rival even a Qi Refining Stage Ten mid-stage expert.

Better not to say it—but once spoken, it was like an invisible blade, deeply piercing the Emperor’s heart.

“The true master? Are you the city lord?” Huang Wu found Qi Tian utterly ridiculous, his eyes widening as he tried to overwhelm him with aura.

“Keep going, children—don’t mind Old Sun,” the Great Sage waved his hand, signaling the monkeys to continue; the atmosphere instantly grew lively again.

In the past, Dongfang Cheng would have nodded in agreement, convinced the other was right.

“Just leave it for now—I’m not hungry yet,” Chu Yue’an said coolly. She was at a critical moment and couldn’t afford distraction.