Chapter 40: You Think You Deserve Credit for Being the Willing Third Party?

“I have to go to the office now.”
Lu Jinyan clearly had no intention of conversing with Liu Mengwan.
He headed toward the door, but once again Liu Mengwan blocked his way.
“Wait!”
This time, her eyes brimmed with a sorrowful emotion, shimmering with tears as she forced a smile and said, “Jin...
Why was it Lin Yiqiu who happened to witness it? Out of so many people, why did no one else notice?
Draped in black gauze, under Li Ningyu's relentless advance, her sand-colored skirt had been hitched high at her waist, revealing the thin sweatcloth beneath, and a pair of slender, beautiful legs. Compared to Duan Tong’s rounded form, Wan’er was far more youthful and inexperienced—yet that was precisely what set her apart.
But Old Master Zhou had chosen the two family spots for Popsicle and Zhou Yujin, showing he always knew in his heart the true nature of Zhou Zhongzhi’s actions. Popsicle was equally aware of this outcome.
Yet the situation would prove even more difficult than she could have imagined. Gu Sihai’s public display, calling a stag a horse before her and the assembled ministers, made it clear the court had long ceased to bear the Ye name; it now belonged to Gu.
After being awakened in the command vehicle by Zeng Fanyong, Li Ningyu immediately led his team to the battlefield where the fighting had ended. Seeing the traces left by war, Li Ningyu was moved—their unit’s overall strength was formidable, having fought the Far East Corps head-on all night without yielding.
“No, this guy’s stubborn; he won’t say a word no matter what I ask!” Tie Bing replied honestly.
“I remember, Mr. Lu’s father was a paper and ink merchant from Yunzhou. How did he end up opening a school here in the capital?” Ye Qinghuai asked.
“Let’s go, Da Mao, don’t stoop to his level.” Qin Jingru cast a disdainful glance at Fool Pillar, then dragged Xu Damao away.
Shortly after, under Yuan Shikai’s secret machinations, he led the First and Second Armies into the capital, directly posing a threat to the throne. In the end, the late Qing government issued an edict for the emperor to abdicate, and Duan Qirui orchestrated the first republic.
Thus, whenever Yu Qing was hurt because of him, Qin Lie’s pain and guilt threatened to drown him.
Murong Xuehua lingered upstairs for a while, observing the hall below from her vantage point. She wasn’t repulsed by Shuo’er’s fiery and mischievous nature; in fact, she quite liked it.
Upon hearing Qin Jian’s words, Shi Ling’er’s eyes widened in surprise—Xiao Lang had been here? When did he come? Would he misunderstand her relationship with Brother Qin and leave in anger? Her anxiety deepened.
Fu Sinian reacted swiftly, dodging to block the heavy steel pipe, then grabbed a tall wine bottle and smashed it down on the man’s head.
When no one was around, Bai Zhenyan disregarded her image entirely, angrily kicking the car door, only to cry out in pain.
Yuan Dong watched Man Jia for a long while, then laughed; no one knew how long he’d stood there. Seeing his smile, Man Jia felt an inexplicable urge to cry—today was his wedding, so why was he here?
As the leader of the gods, the God of Light, Hepburn, dared not be negligent. He quickly cast a light spell to heal the poisoned deities. Under the luminous veil, those with strong power stopped their bodies from withering, though the poison remained. For the weaker ones, the withering only slowed, but still crept onward.
Li Xiaoyun paused, resting her head on Jing Hao’s shoulder and asked, “Jing Hao, did you meet a client today?” She could clearly smell the heavy perfume clinging to him.
Su Bei was frustrated. Every time he tried to talk to her, she bared her claws, never letting anyone come near. Their relationship grew increasingly tense; Su Bei even felt that sometimes, as things drifted apart, there would come a day when they would part ways.