Chapter Sixty-Four: Reunion

When Mu Chengyao returned, dusk had already settled deeply over the land. Only then did Lu Yalan realize how swiftly time had passed and that it was time for her to go home, so she rose to take her leave.

Mrs. Mu was just about to open her mouth to invite Lu Yalan to stay for dinner when she caught sight of her son sitting upright and tall in his chair, military cap still perched on his head. With a quick glance, she changed tack. "Chengyao, it’s getting dark. I’d be uneasy letting Yalan walk home alone. Why don’t you escort her?"

The Lu family servants who had accompanied her had already been sent away by Mrs. Mu. Lu Yalan wanted to refuse, but before she could think of an excuse, Mu Chengyao had already stood up. "Let’s go."

He left her no room to decline, striding toward the door.

Left with no choice, Lu Yalan followed.

The Third Division was currently in a period of reorganization, save for Mu—

After I brought her to the emergency room, a nurse handed me a form to fill out—patient's name, age, and the like. I tossed it to Siya, but he didn’t know what to write either.

Daolan’s solo dance recital was to be held at the Capital Dance Theater. The theater had prepared a large rehearsal studio just for her, and every day, Axiu accompanied Daolan there for practice.

Once the dressing room door was closed, Luo Qi sat down, finally able to breathe a sigh of relief. As she still had some time to wait, she took out her phone and called the hospital where her mother was staying.

I glanced coldly at Ma Fangming. Li Jiahe fired a shot at his feet, and the fright made his legs go weak; he stumbled several steps and nearly fell.

"These three youngsters are quite good," the old commander remarked approvingly, nodding slightly at their performance.

"M-master…" The youth’s voice was choked with emotion. In the next instant, his legs gave way and he knelt right there.

Dinner left Xiao Rou beaming with delight, but Old Qi couldn’t bear to watch any longer. Xu Li’s tenderness toward Xiao Rou could melt a thousand-year-old block of ice, leaving Old Qi shuddering with discomfort. He hurriedly finished his meal and retreated to the living room with his newspaper, leaving the dining room to Xiao Rou and Xu Li.

Although it was already lunchtime, there were few people moving about the company; at least from Fang Yuan’s perspective, most were still busy at their desks.

The midwife dared not say more, not until Yun Qianqian ordered the servants to heat water. When she entered the birthing room, she found Jing Zi’an still pacing back and forth like a headless chicken.

Duan Zhengchun glanced at Ye Feng, whose clothes were still damp. At last, he could no longer contain his fury. Though he knew Dao Baifeng’s words were born of anger and likely rooted in something else, with so many outsiders present, her disregard for decorum left him no face at all.

But previously, Xu Yebai had at least harbored some suspicions, so he must have had some connections with the police. In fact, he knew many officers, and much of his network was tied to the police. Now that he wanted to make his company legitimate, it was clear there would be no more big money to be made—something he would never allow.

After changing her clothes, Madam Ao instructed the servants to spread the word that she was safe, and also to summon Ao Tian.

Listening to Xingyun, Ye Kai felt that perhaps helping him hadn’t been a mistake after all.

Tao Zhi deliberately spread word of Duan Luoyun’s hiding place within the Tao family, making sure two loyal guards loyal to Tang Xin let the butler, Uncle Wang, overhear.

Then, Du Gu Sheng once again said “please,” bowed, and withdrew. Ye Feng watched him vanish around the bend before stepping forward and pushing open the great hall’s doors.

Lei Sheng leapt down from the ring, instantly surrounded by a swarm of disciples, all talking at once and peppering him with questions.

Despite a painful childhood, I still grew up proudly into the person I most admire.

At this moment, she was standing very close to him, her head almost beneath his chin. He could catch the faint fragrance of her hair, and his heart rippled with a subtle longing.

The master had treated it so well, willing to stand in the rain himself just to build it a house. How moving.

A thunderous explosion shook the entire mountain range, even making the ground tremble.

But now, seeing Ji Ningyuan, it was obvious he was the leader among these people.

Over the years, as the old matron aged, she issued fewer commands, allowing the matron of the house ever more authority. Yet whenever the old matron did speak, not a soul in the household dared disobey.