Chapter 118: Framing

With the old matriarch’s approval, the young ladies of the Lu family cast aside their reservations and happily began to dress themselves up.

After leaving the Spring Hope Western-style clothing store that day, Lu Yalan and her companion visited several more shops, returning home feeling thoroughly satisfied with their many fine acquisitions. Lu Yahe was in high spirits, fluttering about like a little butterfly, eager to show off her beautiful new attire to everyone.

Everyone was in good spirits, except for Lu Yazhu.

Another sharp crash echoed from within her room. The maids in the courtyard heard it, but instead of rushing to check, they exchanged knowing glances and collectively retreated further away.

Separated by the door, Lu Yazhu paced back and forth several times, furious. She picked up another vase, ready to hurl it, but her gaze caught the now-empty display shelf. She paused, and finally, as if deflated, she set the vase down.

The young people surrounding the best man and maid of honor were clearly a different breed from those who had been rowdily teasing the newlyweds. Most of the latter were classmates and friends of Li Yan and Zhang Yao—ordinary folk for the most part.

"I don't accept this! Why should we be made to run such a long distance without any training?" The soldier blurted out what every other man there was thinking.

"..." Luo Qianhan fell silent. Did that mean he wasn't human before? Perhaps the other party had yet to realize her own "talent" for passing out after a single glass.

"No!!!" the patriarch roared, struggling desperately to break free from his restraints, refusing to face the reality that he was now powerless to do anything. But facts were facts; no matter how furious or grief-stricken he felt, there was absolutely nothing he could do.

Sweat poured from his brow as Cang Yuan gritted his teeth tightly; blood began to seep from the old wound at the corner of his mouth! If Cang Yuan could have opened his eyes at that moment, he would have seen the golden light shimmering between his brows.

"Hehehe, isn't this more interesting?" With that, Guo Nianfei kissed Ling Xue'er on the lips. Feeling the warmth of Guo Nianfei’s lips and responding with gentle affection, the two remained locked in a deep, soul-stirring kiss.

"Brother..." The agonizing pain in his heart made Blake's body impossible to control; every movement required him to endure unbearable torture.

Therefore, I would rather be the hopeless fool in their eyes, lying leisurely on the grass to soak up the sunshine.

Furthermore, Zhuang Jian seemed to sense that the spiritual energy around him had become subtly active, as if the circulation of his own power had been catalyzed—a truly miraculous sensation.

Gaia was anxious to fly to Lan Nuolaisi and the others, but she had been severely wounded and was now too weak to even walk, let alone fly.

Just as she stood by the water barrel, having stripped down to her bodice, the door was suddenly pushed open.

The situation was urgent, so Zeng Shaocong stopped delaying. He rose immediately, gave instructions regarding Zao'er's condition, and hurried outside.

He secretly ordered that his son be placed in a reed hamper, sealed tight, and instructed the palace slaves to bury it in some desolate, remote corner.

After settling his affairs in Austin, An Feng flew back to San Francisco on a private jet without a moment's rest. Mrs. Sinclair had temporarily lent him her corporate jet, and considering he had yet to finish his business at the GP company and would need to fly frequently in the coming days, An Feng did not decline the old lady's kindness.

"Silly girl, what are you saying?" Qi Die feigned anger, though her eyes were carefully studying her reflection in the bronze mirror. She had never bothered to dress up before, preferring the simplest attire possible. This was her first attempt at wearing such layered, intricate garments. Would he... would he like her like this?

Gently stroking the flowers, she couldn't help but recite, "The plum blossom lacks the pure whiteness of the snow, yet the snow lacks the lingering fragrance of the plum."

Even though many scholars later jumped in to explain the Brazilian left-back’s world-class free kick using scientific jargon that left the common people both confused and impressed—as if they had used science to crack the mystery of a trajectory that had clearly been headed for an advertising board before suddenly veering off—the magic remained.

In high-stakes matches, Zidane placed great trust in the "new Makelele," Casemiro, which meant that while Real Madrid’s defensive stability improved, it came at the cost of diminished midfield progression and passing control.

In truth, no matter how the numbers were crunched, the Chinese team had to defeat Syria; even a draw would not suffice.

"Do you have it with you right now?" Liu Hong asked expectantly, fearing that Mu Ge would say he didn't, which would mean waiting even longer.