Chapter 40: A New Case—The Death of a Child

Lin Hui really did walk over to the seat beside Fang Wenxuan. He drew Fang Wenxuan into his arms, comforting him. “There, there, don’t think too much. Su Qixing will be fine. Shall we go see him together?”

“Sheng Tianze won’t let me visit,” Fang Wenxuan replied.

“So just because he said so, we won’t go? Who does he think he is? He’s not even close to Su Qixing,” Lin Hui retorted immediately, then grabbed Fang Wenxuan’s hand, ready to head out.

“Senior brother, let’s not go for now. If we show up, Su Qixing will be reminded of Lou Zizi’s murder, and it’ll only upset him more,” Fang Wenxuan said, holding Lin Hui back.

Lin Hui considered this, sat back down, and said, “Alright, we won’t go. Come, sit down—”

The three ladies nearby hurried to help calm things down. Originally, Qu Qishi and Qu Qinshi sat closest to the bed, but Qu Zhaoshi squeezed in, pushing aside Qu Qinshi, and began patting Qu Taifan’s back. Qu Qinshi didn’t argue, simply yielded her spot at the bedside and beckoned Qu Guangyu to come closer.

Tian Ling looked at Song, refusing to speak, as if to say, “If you don’t answer my previous question, I won’t tell you what I’ve done.”

As soon as Captain Song released his grip, Huan’er collapsed limply to the ground. A nearby soldier stepped forward to check her breathing—her life was hanging by a thread, breath barely coming in and not going out. He shook his head at Lord Xu.

Moreover, the company now had a new department in charge of overseeing all sorts of online and offline operations at the film and entertainment park. These were all matters he needed to monitor, follow up on, and delegate.

Soon after, he arrived at the training grounds behind the Dragon Talisman Manor, where he saw Long Fan instructing the others. Each one was practicing earnestly.

Of course, I didn’t grow up a pushover either. When someone tried to slap me, I could take it and swallow it, but more importantly, I would always give it right back.

Nearly half an hour passed. After sewing up the wound and bandaging it, Bai Ying was so exhausted she sat right down on the floor.

Elsewhere, Ye Feng was already calling Ame and Shalina over to play on the other side. He was worried that if the two of them woke from their dreams and saw Chen Jiajv, it might ruin things.

The ancient crocodile’s struggles grew weaker and weaker. In a fleeting instant, its soul vanished completely—its very presence erased.

The seven men with the scarred face were often teased as sycophants, because after Guxie told them that the four official members of the new team would be chosen, no matter how hard the seven tried, they’d never be more than reserve members.

“You’re awake. Then we can begin,” Allen said, throwing himself over Anna and lowering his mouth to her neck.

Wang Manchun looked at Zhang Xiaolin with eyes burning with jealousy and pride. Zhang Xiaolin didn’t argue, merely watched Wang Manchun strut around like a proud rooster, and poured him a drink himself—since he still needed him to clean up the mess. He handed the cup to Wang Manchun.

“Think carefully. In that moment before you fainted, you must have had a sliver of consciousness. What did you see? Try to remember, think hard.” Like deep hypnosis, the old man’s hand glowed brighter and brighter.

Zhang Jiaze hadn’t forgotten Hua Xingcan’s invitation: “Come find me at Rose Square in the city two days from now.” But he had already decided not to go.

Then, when Third Sister-in-law and Feng Beining “just happened” to return and “just happened” to witness something, wouldn’t that seal the deal about her and Lei Qianliu?

The flight attendants, seeing Ran Ling’er’s adorable looks, all smiled at her. One even ran over to take a photo with her.

That man actually dared to invite someone on a future trip together. Damn it, damn it, damn it… Lei Mingxuan was lost in his own emotions when I suddenly yelped.

“Yes! Old Qiu, your design is fully outsourced, but our company’s still waiting for Mr. Zhang to help us with something too,” said someone who looked exactly like Chen Xudong from Heximian Home Textiles. It turned out he was his father.

Using the most basic means, he had written over 100,000 words in a little more than five months. More importantly, he had a relentless urge to keep writing—a desire that showed no sign of waning.