Chapter 102: My Expression Is Relaxed—Something You Cannot Mimic!

On the stage, Xu Ze and the backup dancers continued their synchronized moves, igniting the whole audience with every line of the song.

“Stramonium, cassia seeds, xanthium, and lotus seeds.

Cynanchum, bitter beans, chinaberry—my pride is on the line.

I’ll rewrite a chapter of history in my own way.”

As this verse rang out, some in the audience found themselves puzzled by the unfamiliar terms. Fortunately, the large screen displayed the lyrics in real time.

“These all sound like names of traditional herbs.”

“But then, that makes sense. He’s good friends with the Young Master—who would dare chase him away? Not to mention his powerful background.”

Her evening gown revealed just enough—never tipping her elegance into vulgarity, nor concealing so much as to seem dowdy. In contrast, Feng Nan’s gown was certainly eye-catching, but it veered too far toward overt sensuality.

“Don’t keep drinking tea after finishing your oatcake, or you’ll get too full to eat anything else,” Zuo Zai cautioned as she piled more dishes onto Cheng Lie’s plate.

Liu Yuruan kept murmuring to herself; none of them wished to believe Cao Yusen was dead. No matter what, they continued calling for him, watching the situation below, hoping for his appearance and response.

Before long, Chen Ming, Li Jiayu, and Gao Huan returned to their seats, thoroughly satisfied. They watched the live broadcast while munching enthusiastically; snacks always tasted better when snatched from someone else, at least twice as good.

The next morning, she was stunned to see the breakfast spread on the table, so abundant and varied one could pick and choose to their heart’s content.

The camera’s lens focused on her, and she held her pose. In the distance, another camera trained on her from a different angle.

But as filming progressed, Jiang Se had almost seized control, taking the initiative and even overshadowing Tao Cen.

“Is long-distance love reliable? I feel like you’ve never even worried about that,” Naha voiced her doubts. As a word often mentioned in college, Naha couldn’t help but pay close attention.

The two investigators spoke as if no one else were present, making Zhao Lianshu and the others shiver. Especially for people living in this peaceful era, seeing so many corpses was a once-in-a-lifetime shock. Yet these investigators claimed that each one had been deliberately murdered.

His reaction surprised Park Jeongnam; he had expected the young man to be wild with delight.

Ling Yuan and Qing Li hadn’t expected her to speak out so easily. But, thinking about it, perhaps no one here had spoken to her at all—if she hadn’t gone mad already, she’d have been stifled to death by now.

Lin Yifan made quick work of the slaves with apparent ease, but that was the extent of it—after all, he was still wounded.

Over the past two years, Liu Ting remained unmoved by countless suitors, never once entangled in scandal with any man. Some even wondered if she simply didn’t like men or was indifferent to romance.

Ling Haoran’s grasp seemed simple, but concealed unparalleled skill, rivaling Su Yan’s Great Dragon Tearing Hand.

Players like Ukiyo-e surely had many wanting to add them as friends, so they typically set their profiles to refuse friend requests from strangers.

Xiao Zhonglou was just that considerate—chatting with him felt like central heating turned up to twenty-eight degrees.

She felt overwhelmed by the sheer number of issues. If she had to resolve them one by one, her patience would be gone. Besides, who could say what might happen if things dragged on?

Qing Li’s opponent appeared even stronger than Ling Yuan’s. Seeing Qing Li’s right leg swing toward him in midair, he neither dodged nor retreated, instead reaching out, attempting to grab her foot.

Wang Dachui shook his head. That old dog had grown up alongside him; no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t be ruthless enough to part with it.