Volume One, Chapter 46: She's the Daughter Between Him and Me—Is There a Problem with That?

After a faint voice inside the room said "Come in," Xia Yang tried to turn the doorknob and open the door.

Li Mo leaned close to her ear to explain, then glanced at Zhang Zijian with an expression as if he had seen a ghost.

...One day passed... two days passed... three days passed... Strangely, five entire days went by, and Ningxia City showed no reaction whatsoever.

The night was dark and windy; Zhou Jian sped invisibly through the quiet, empty city streets, the wind howling past his ears.

Zhang had acquired most of the farmland, the Zhang family’s merchant caravans, Bo Dong’s ceramics, Mou Zhong’s Pu Tao liquor, and Dong’s glassware, along with the remaining majority of money and treasures.

Yan Chixia ran while drawing his bow from behind his back, his legs urging the horse forward. One hand held the bow, the other pulled out a demon-banishing arrow blessed by Buddhist incantations. He shouted the mantra, “Prajñāpāramitā!” The horse galloped tirelessly as he released arrow after arrow, chanting a spell with each shot.

“We have reason to suspect that Yuntai Corporation, due to declining performance and mounting debts, drove you to desperation. Fearing the company’s bankruptcy, you risked everything engaging in drug trafficking and aided criminals in manufacturing and selling narcotics.”

“I missed Qiqi, so I came back to see her,” Sophie said sweetly, changing her shoes.

After eating her fill, Zhou Jian packed three more meals for Li and the Jiang sisters, then dashed back to his old hideout in Linshan City.

The dessert shop staff had grown quite immune to celebrity visits and showed little reaction to Park Ji-yeon and Lee Ji-eun.

She had grown numb to his constant apologies. Having already forgiven him, she had no habit of stirring up trouble. Let the past be past, and gradually forget, allowing time to heal and begin a new life.

Meanwhile, elsewhere, a Grandmaster of the Nine Stars sect from the Star Sect let out a thunderous shout as his fist erupted with golden light, crashing toward the Divine Fist Xie Ronghua.

“But there are so many pictures of us inside. Why were only the baby’s exposed?” she asked, puzzled.

She thought to herself: No one else would notice, right? Dad is usually so meticulous; if he didn’t catch it, then this method really works.

The Ninth Prince was born stillborn. Someone once told her that if she traded her life for the Ninth Prince’s, her son could survive.

Thinking of birthdays, she suddenly longed for modern cakes, red wine, Western cuisine, or even hot pot.

During these days spent together, she had laid everything bare, speaking openly. But the other party clearly was not as forthcoming, hiding things away. Thinking this, combined with Wen Shuyun’s recent distancing, a rift began to form.

Hearing these words, Qing Yang was overjoyed, knowing that her efforts were not in vain.

“Of course not! But I have something to tell A Liang…” Qiu Ya said, wrapping her arm around Wu Junliang’s.

In the West, the boundaries between supervisors and employees are not as sharply drawn as at home; their interactions outside work hours are very casual.

“Speak your words or keep your nonsense to yourself!” Du Feng snapped bluntly, not caring that this was Lian Ruolan’s territory.

Shi Yinghu had endured countless battles. At a glance, he knew these wounds were hopeless. Not just for a child—even an adult with this much blood loss wouldn’t make it. Yet, this child was still just barely clinging to life.

“Sorry, President Du, I must excuse myself!” Liu Yang said apologetically to Du Dong before rushing out.

The man was tall and upright, his face half-covered by a mask, dressed in night gear. He exuded a formidable aura, clearly a martial artist of great skill, his internal energy restrained but potent.