Love at First Sight, Chapter 78 Treat This Place as Your Family Home

In the study of the Third Prince’s residence, Zun You sat in silence, his face dark and grim. The others could only keep quiet as well, except for Zun Yi, who still tried to persuade him, “Third Brother, now that we can’t even find any witnesses, and nothing has really happened to Miss Wen or me, why not just let it go?”

In his heart, Zun Yi had already accepted that it was Lady Li’s doing. The reason was obvious—she must have been jealous that Wen Yueqing had won the Third Brother’s favor.

“Well, alright. Since you, Fifth Brother, are so generous, I’ll apologize to you first. But don’t worry, I…”

“Damn! No wonder those great men are always so troubled. Now I finally understand what it feels like to be constantly watched by others!” Li Xu could only complain inwardly. Occasionally, he would exchange jokes with Luo Fengying at his side, but that was all he could do.

Li Xu didn’t understand why everyone was acting so secretive. It was only after receiving Shi Caijun’s notice that he entered the two-story building.

Ye Chengli quickly responded with a smile, supporting Madam Jiang as they entered the mansion. Madam Xue, feeling vindicated at last, beamed as she followed close to Ye Chengli.

Although Madam Sun didn’t like Ye Qinglan, upon hearing that Ye Qinglan had been poisoned, she couldn’t help but be moved. Madam Zheng drew in a sharp breath. Gu Xiyu’s reaction was the most direct—her eyes brimmed with tears.

The steering wheel instantly lost control. The car swerved, nearly scraping Song Ziyang as it shot past him and crashed straight into a pile of discarded stone blocks nearby.

Li Feng couldn’t hold back any longer. There was something he had to ask—he wouldn’t be able to rest otherwise.

As the day of the high school entrance exams drew nearer, the atmosphere at school grew more tense and oppressive. Zhou Fanghua, lively and mischievous as ever, made a show of telling her friends that she felt even the color of the air hanging over the school didn’t look right lately. Dark and heavy—it was surely the countless grievances of the students condensed into a cloud.

The first God-King of the Golden Age, Uranus, was overthrown by his own son, Cronus, King of the Titans.

The tattoo artist shrugged indifferently. “Alright, since you’ve already paid, there’s no way I’m giving it back. But let me warn you—if your tattoo fails and you want me to fix it, you’ll have to pay for the materials again.” With that he ignored everyone in the room and went out to drink on his own.

My earlier worries vanished without a trace. Muchen, do you know that because of your love, I have become fearless? I truly wish that moment of happiness could be frozen in time forever.

After all, zombies are still made from human bodies—they are flesh and blood. When faced with the powerful fire of an M16, they are not invulnerable; their muscles are torn open, their bodies thrown back by the force of the bullets.

From that moment on, he began to wander, gradually befriending the other three brothers. Although over the years that unique familial bond had faded in his heart, whenever he recalled it, tears would always well up in his eyes.

A chaotic pillar of light, ten feet thick, shot forth from Mao Di, piercing deep into the cosmos, stirring the depths of the universe until more than half of it was shattered.

And in the next instant, Elder Song Yan’s words brought about a complete reversal in their status.

At this moment, Guan Hongda had come to fully realize the value of the herbal tea recipe. What he’d once considered trivial had now become a treasure worth more than gold in his eyes—even his kiln business could not compare to the worth of this formula.

Mo Hen hadn’t wanted to eat, but Ting Yue had already placed the food in his mouth, so he had no choice but to swallow it.

“Damn it, where is his weakness? If this keeps up, I won’t be able to keep up physically!” Chu Feng knew this well. He still had the skill and accuracy, but what he lacked compared to his younger days was stamina. He could maintain this level of intensity for a short while, but if it dragged on, the outcome was uncertain.

Handsome, wealthy, powerful, sometimes gentle, sometimes domineering, devoted, a good cook, knowledgeable, and good-looking—such a man only exists on television. There’s simply none left in the mortal world.