Chapter 88
Jian Feishuo’s Weibo post pushed public opinion into an even more bizarre position. A position even Fan Qing hadn’t anticipated. […]
Jian Feishuo’s Weibo post pushed public opinion into an even more bizarre position. A position even Fan Qing hadn’t anticipated. […]
Kong Ming’s Weibo hadn’t been up long before most of the comments leaned in his favor. Just as Fan Qing
The next day, Shu Rui stir-fried minced pork with pickled beans and kneaded dough to make hand-pulled noodles. He prepared
Shu Rui saw Lu Ling emerge from the shared dorm, face long. “What’s wrong?” he asked. Lu Ling shook his
By evening, without the performances to draw a crowd, the inn’s foot traffic was less than at lunch. Shu Rui
This wasn’t an easy decision for He Xiaoyuan. The difficulty lay in the subconscious mindset shaped by his birth and
There were a lot of boxes, and He Xiaoyuan helped carry some. As they took the elevator upstairs, he thought:
Fang Dinghao didn’t even mention the practical matters—joining Zhongshi and discussing the contract terms and benefits—right then. He Xiaoyuan left
When Weifeng finally came over to him, Lu Liu picked it up and stroked its fur. Every time he did
Lu Liu lifted it up to look at it. The handkerchief was brightly colored—he had never seen such a flashy
Because there were two children, whenever Li Feng was not home, Mother would come over to help. When Li Feng
Qin Xiaoman assumed Du Heng meant selling the bamboo to another buyer, and smiled wryly. He felt guilty. The hired
When the points were finally tallied, Du Heng advanced to the finals thanks to his scores in agriculture and sericulture.
Du Heng watched Qin Xiaoman from the window. The colt had already been tamed after a few laps, lowering its
Huo Zongzhuo leaned back, eyes closed, utterly relaxed, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he savored the moment. The next morning,
Jiang Luo was led by Huo Zongzhuo, hand in hand, from the first floor, going table by table to offer
At the entrance, Jiang Luo and Huo Zongzhuo were greeted by many familiar faces: You Sen, You Junyu, Zheng Bin,
“All right, it’s no big deal. Hang up.” Zheng Bin: “…” Zheng Bin: !!! No one understands him! The whole
Zhao Mingshi’s expression remained indifferent, a faint smile on his lips. “I’ve explained before—when I was young, I didn’t understand.
Matters of private morality hardly compare to matters of interest. Tonight was a perfect example: in such a setting, with