Chapter 66: Lin Hui, Both Bold and Cunning
“Mom! I’m sorry… I didn’t listen to you…” While everyone argued, Fang Wenxuan climbed down from the hospital bed, knelt before the woman, and grasped her hand.
But Fang Wenxuan’s strength was clearly spent; even kneeling seemed impossible. His hands barely supported him on the floor, large beads of cold sweat slid down his cheeks, and his trembling hands pressed shakily against the ground. His face grew even paler.
Lin Hui hurried to support Fang Wenxuan, trying to lift him back onto the bed, but Fang Wenxuan grabbed Lin Hui’s hand, signaling him not to interfere. Lin Hui couldn’t stand by, though—he caught the scent of blood. This foolish traffic officer’s wound must have reopened, yet he’d still climbed down to kneel. Whether or not that woman was his mother, Lin Hui couldn’t allow Fang Wenxuan to…
Seeing the sudden shift in mood, Liang Xuexian quickly restrained her cheerful expression. From the moment she met Qiu Yuan, she sensed he was suppressing some emotion, much like herself.
Just as Lu Morningstar predicted, when he dismissed his Void Heavenly Path divine power, he transformed from a tangible presence into an ethereal one, no longer affected by the rooster’s crow or the dog’s bark.
But as Qiu Yuan had said, she could pour everything into making a new film, yet she was still a screenwriter—and a mother with a child.
No one dared stop Wu Fan and his companions now; they reached the top floor unimpeded, found the conference room where the shareholders’ meeting was underway, without any guidance required.
A stern rebuke followed, terrifying the thieves below. Jiang Zhen, closest to Shangguan Ruo, was so startled he nearly dropped to the floor in fright.
She didn’t want to owe Qiu Yuan—she wanted to owe him nothing at all. Reading Qiu Yuan’s writing felt natural, as if she were helping him edit the manuscript. Afterwards, she’d return the text untouched.
She refused to leave, and using her family connections, had herself transferred to Wuning City as a hard-working, exhausted Minister of Civil Affairs.
Lin Wanqiu raised her hand, signaling Wanxiang to hold her tongue, and fixed her gaze on the restless Liang Xuexian.
“It’s necessary. I don’t want only your sister at your wedding,” Qiu Yuan said, leaving Wanxiang stunned again. It took three seconds for her to grasp what he meant.
When everyone had assembled, a middle-aged man in a black robe sitting at the highest row of the dais glanced at his expensive wristwatch, nodded, and signaled the host.
Yet I found no trace of poison on him; clearly, he hadn’t been harmed in that way.
Luo Yang shook his head, insisting it was impossible. Fu Jun, though ambitious, would never cut off his own prospects. Could it be… Mei Chao?
“What’s the good news?” Xiao Xiao Lanyu lingered, irritated, unsure who had ruined his chance at a hidden profession.
As these words rang out, Cui Mingmei abruptly raised her hand, pointing toward the Earth’s equator. There stood a gigantic tree reaching into the clouds.
Ma Lie Ri has always been at odds with us; this hasn’t changed. He’s dissatisfied with Lu Zuo, which started when Lu Zuo didn’t nominate him. As for Master Yuan Hui, he once warned me that the Buddhist sect and the Miao Gu branch are hereditary rivals—he’ll keep a close eye on us.
Meiqin had no other choice but to seek him out, but Chu Jianchen didn’t know where Hei Zi was. She had everything she needed and could even teleport—leaving Italy wouldn’t be a problem, and no one could stop her.
After much deliberation, Lin Yang made his final decision—he chose the first path, which would unfold in three steps.
If this was cultivating gu, who could spend so much time doing it? And had any gu insects escaped during this period? Most importantly, what did this place have to do with Song Junhe? Since entering, he’d never found a clue about Song Junhe.
Chu Jianchen nodded, took the coffee North handed him—already prepared with sugar cubes—and sipped. The unique rich aroma blended by Zhina stimulated his taste buds, and the drowsiness vanished instantly.