Chapter 296

The self-exposure by China Talent Network injected adrenaline into the slightly lethargic post-holiday mindset.

Whether it was Yu Xing, overwhelmed with thoughts, or the staff at Baixiaosheng, everyone who received the blood packs felt compelled to act, unwilling to squander the goodwill of their competitors.

Yet, compared to the hectic anxiety of last year when he worked on WeChat on the fourth floor, Yu Xing overall felt much more at ease—he resumed his morning runs, smoked less, and had more time to reflect and contemplate.

But where did Shengyu go today? Why did washing her clothes three times still leave them muddy? Is it really good for her to wear such clothes, or is it actually harming her? I was incredibly lucky not to have died from poisoning just now.

In fact, Su Maiqiu has matured a great deal since before; he probably won’t be as impulsive as I imagined.

The Lady of Yong’an Marquis hoped Mu Yun could stabilize the marquisate’s status and elevate her sons, at the very least ensuring Mu Yun remained under her control—as long as she remained Mu Yun’s biological mother, Mu Yun could not disobey her.

Over the past half month, Hualian’s cultivation has finally been restored, and she even broke through to the mid-stage of Demon Commander. This was good news, yet she still felt it was too slow.

After sitting for only a short while, a man descended the stairs—he looked over forty, with the same peach-blossom eyes as the young man earlier; no doubt, they were father and son.

Dong Lin pulled Hualian upward; previously, when ascending the Immortal Ascension Path, Hualian always yielded the way to others, but now, the moment Dong Lin appeared, everyone stepped aside, only resuming their steps after they had passed.

She had merely intended to test Yang Jingyu’s strength, so her sharp cry was deliberately loud, carrying a warning as well.

“In the end, I’ll take it, but I’ll still lose face.” Deflated, Chu Jian slumped back against the chair.

Especially when she saw the strange smile on Hualian’s face, her anger surged uncontrollably.

In the afternoon, I drove myself to Hanxin Bank, and Zhao Kai came down personally to escort me into his office.

Chen Tianming’s eyes bulged, veins throbbing, he slashed forward with unstoppable force toward his opponent.

He pulled out several firecrackers and shot them upward, releasing countless fluttering paper fragments that, high in the air, transformed into sharp thorned iron spheres, instantly becoming a dense, impenetrable iron rain descending from the sky.

She had once imagined how she would confront Pei Mingchuan upon meeting him again, but after three years, all her accumulated accusations had faded with time.

Li Tiezhu could not stand this at all—he was at a loss. He knew his little sister’s temper; if he left now, she wouldn’t sleep a wink tonight.

Hearing this, Chen Xiaotian grew afraid—his sister was now the heir to the family business; handing him over to her husband wasn’t out of the question.

In an instant, the intense heat vaporized part of Zhang Lingyu’s unrecalled Yin Thunder; gales howled, sand and stones flew, blinding everyone around.

“Rest easy, Fengxiao—I shall handle this personally; I will not ruin your plan,” Xi Zhicai smiled.

At that time, Sha Ruijin raised the question of whether the startup capital provided by Yi Xuexi and Li Dakang to Wang Dalian counted as a loan or as equity investment.

Could it be that he caught a cold? Oh, it’s all my fault—I didn’t make sure the young master put on an outer cloak… Seeing Xiao Yi crying out in pain, Xiao Tong blamed himself bitterly—he had originally been wearing a cloak, but when he took it off, Xiao Tong hadn’t stopped him.

His rugged, upright silhouette had appeared in her mind tens of thousands of times; later, she could sketch him clearly even without seeing him.

“Your Majesty understands your son’s filial devotion—I truly feel…” Prince Tai of Wei was deeply moved, as if Li Shu’s recognition validated all his efforts for the crown prince position.

With the old Living Buddha’s terrifying power, this seemingly casual strike carried infinite transformations and subtleties, along with boundless ruthlessness and dominance—likely even a Royal-level cultivator would tremble in fear.