Chapter 44: Pretending to Be a Couple

“We’ve arrived!!” Suddenly, a loud voice boomed inside the carriage, startling Fang Wenxuan so much that he nearly jumped. He looked at the boisterous Lin Hui in confusion—after all, it wasn’t as if he didn’t know they had reached their destination.

What was wrong with him now? Who was he sulking at with that sullen face? Fang Wenxuan was certain he hadn’t provoked him at all during the journey. It seemed Captain Li was right—senior detectives really did have short tempers.

Yet Fang Wenxuan couldn’t help but think that after so many years as a police officer, Lin Hui should have developed better composure and self-control. To still be so hot-tempered—honestly, wasn’t he worried about his health?

Fang Wenxuan hopped off the car and headed into the bar. After parking, Lin Hui followed behind.

At the entrance, two doormen and two security guards sized them up from head to toe.

Though he had no idea how Yang Aiguo had managed to leave the command center after entering, it wasn’t entirely impossible. He’d have to ask Zhang Fan about it later.

Liu Ming was taken aback, as if he hadn’t expected Ma Fei to agree without hesitation. Ma Fei, however, looked at Liu Ming with genuine sincerity, not a trace of jest in his eyes.

“I see…” Director Liu nodded in understanding, feeling that Liu Minghao had every reason to break down in tears.

Though his words were directed at Chu Feng, Gu Zechen couldn’t help but shiver all over.

Just as they were about to lose, Zhang Fan led his team to turn the tide, utterly bewildering Okamura, who was left in complete confusion as to how he had lost.

The person piloting the drones seemed to understand Ma Fei’s intentions, and immediately sent more than a dozen drones speeding toward him. Then, at a distance of only twenty or thirty meters in the air, they exploded.

Hearing Lu Yin’s words, the man clutched his money pouch tighter. How did this wretched woman know he had silver on him? He’d hidden it in his trousers, yet she still found out?

“Alright, since you’re in charge, I’ll negotiate with you. What’s your buyback price?” Wang Hedi took a gold bar wrapped in newspaper out of his backpack and placed it on the glass counter.

From Sun Xilai’s hometown accent and his familiarity with local affairs, Liang Chunyan chose to believe him. Xiang Diming took the opportunity to explain: Wang Qiaosheng had been too busy with military duties to come home often, but this time he’d taken three days’ leave and had truly returned. Where was he now?

“Brother, is this gold bar from the Ming dynasty?” Tang Chunbao asked in a trembling voice, realizing he’d stumbled upon a rare treasure.

The coldness in Gu Qiyan’s eyes unexpectedly melted into a smile, and for a moment he seemed to revert to the gentle gentleman of the past. He had underestimated these elders, assuming they would never voice their opinions. Yet, since their reasoning was sound, he would have to give it careful thought.

He remembered that the first time he’d seen Sword Attendant, it had been much the same—and he’d been mocked for it back then.

As for Prince Berkeley, he was an extraordinary powerhouse of the Ninth Heavenly Martial Realm. Coupled with the unique physique of the blood race—freakish resilience, terrifying recovery, and powerful, mysterious blood magic—his combat strength was beyond estimation.

Without further ado, Stephen hurried off to put on makeup. He needed to finalize George’s appearance, and he couldn’t afford to mess it up.

She smiled gently, saying nothing, but pressed her cheek lightly to my shoulder, leaning into me.

“I fear that on that day, the entire capital will pour into the streets,” Fu Mingyuan suddenly remarked with a strange sigh. The gleam in his eyes hinted at amusement. Two days left… That should be enough.

“What exactly are you plotting?” In the shadowy room, Gao Yan frowned at Huan’er before him.

In fact, among all humankind on earth, only Ye Bai had achieved the Spirit Martial Realm.

“Sier, same as always—wait for me to return.” Fu Mingran’s voice faded as she called from the courtyard, running to the gate. Uncle Fu must have been waiting for a while.

While I was still agonizing over how to find Li Fan’s grandfather, fate intervened: Wu Min’s father and Li Fan’s grandfather had been assigned to the same hospital room—adjacent beds, at that.

But after so many days of exhaustion, and nearly every meal being seafood, Ye Qingzhou and Lu Tingting, both already weak, couldn’t withstand the chill of the seafood any longer and came down with high fevers.