Chapter 138: The State of a Man After Marriage (Part One)

Master Xin said with a hearty laugh, “Of course. And not only pastries—we also accept reservations for dishes, though for now that service is available only to some regulars and distinguished guests.

“I’m not boasting when I say this, but my mutton buns are very popular. More often than not, they sell out within half an hour of opening. Last time, Manager Gao forgot to tell me that a distinguished guest had reserved three baskets of mutton buns. By the time he arrived at the shop, they were all gone, and that guest complained bitterly about it.

“That…”

“From now on, those annoying bodyguards won’t be appearing around me anymore.” As she spoke, Lin Bei lay down on Qin Yuqing’s bed.

Two thousand years later, Huaxia joined the WTO, just as its manufacturing industry was beginning to soar. Companies everywhere were scrambling to secure orders. Yet despite such favorable market conditions, within three or four years the vast family fortune had been squandered completely, leaving behind a mountain of debt.

“With different configurations, the price difference varies. But the Lenovo model Haohao just took a liking to would cost a little under nine thousand yuan as a compatible clone.” Zhang Chen smiled.

“Listening to Mr. Chen, it does seem that way after all.” Fang Shiyun set down the coffee she was holding and smiled faintly.

As she spoke, the Butterfly Fairy beat her wings once more. A surge of magical power burst forth, and countless enormous boulders gathered above Lin Feng, hovering in the air as though they might come crashing down at any moment.

Twenty minutes later, Buse climbed out of Xiao Keke’s house through a window and, riding in a red taxi, appeared on the highway leading out of Changsha. Along the way, he repeatedly saw fully armed police officers stopping and inspecting passing vehicles. This made him uneasy again, despite having only just breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally, there was Dian Wei, who had only recently joined them. There was no need to say more about him. Even if Han Yan intended to send him out to take charge on his own, that would not happen yet.

The sound of hurried footsteps arose all around them. The soldiers of the reserve force were assembling; they were about to reinforce the final line of defense at Kappa Pass and prepare for the most difficult situation they might encounter.

Could Chen Jun have been waiting for that moment to arrive—waiting for the perfect opportunity to make his move?

Wade said that Vanessa had told him more than once to invite Wang Kai over for dinner so she could thank him, and so Wade had extended the invitation.

Gong Qianzhu finally caught up with Mo Zili, panting heavily. Her gaze, however, remained fixed on Mo Zili, who stood with his back to her and his hands clasped behind him. Peach blossoms drifted through the air, and the wind and waves rolled like a sea, creating a breathtaking scene from a peach-blossom fairyland.

She had long, dark-red hair falling over her shoulders, sharply defined features, and a pair of eyes like blue sapphires beneath a high, straight nose. Her arched brows, as keen as drawn swords, lent her an added air of heroism.

She busied herself in the kitchen for a long time while I leisurely drank tea in the sitting room. Even the air seemed steeped in the fragrance of happiness.

A master was a master. When had that pure and spotless bond between master and disciple become so filthy in her heart?

But how could something that Patchi had obtained only after expending such tremendous effort possibly be an ordinary object?

Although drawing lots had merely been a whim shared by my elder sister and me, the lot we drew fit our present circumstances with uncanny precision. The heart I had finally managed to calm stirred once more with faint ripples.

The next day, while Qiu Ming was still recovering from his wounds, Deng Jiugong once again brought Deng Chanyu to challenge them. Li Jing did not even need to call for a champion before Jin Zha charged out on his own.

Then wouldn’t his age be just as Zhang Taibai had imagined—at least close to a hundred years old?

“What’s the reason?” Xia Dongmei hurried out of her office after a staff member rushed in with a report.

Warm amniotic fluid splashed everywhere. Dark green, highly corrosive acid surged forth, and the jumping insects swarmed out of it, beginning to patrol the edges of the fungal carpet. Such creatures began fighting for the mother nest from the moment they emerged from their cocoons.

“With Fang Lang here, he’ll surely protect me, won’t he?” his wife replied, her face glowing with a blissful smile.