Chapter 57
Life gradually calmed down. I began following a regular routine again—attending classes, studying, reviewing. Everything seemed to have returned to […]
Life gradually calmed down. I began following a regular routine again—attending classes, studying, reviewing. Everything seemed to have returned to […]
“Uncle’s here?!” Shen Yuan went pale, frozen for a moment, then jumped off the bed in a panic. His first
Jiang Luo was in charge of the women’s clothing. Without hesitation, he set to work. The next day, Wang Chuang
— When Huo Zongzhuo pulled his suitcase out of the airport, this was the scene that greeted him: a young
Shen Yuan jumped at Qiao Hailou’s sudden appearance, feeling guilty, but quickly turned it around: “Uncle Qiao, you scared me!”
Murong Qiufeng trembled all over, the cold mixing with the ache of his body. There was none of the usual
Murong Qiufeng’s pupils constricted sharply. A flash of bitterness crossed his eyes as he slightly turned his head, avoiding Shangguan
If they didn’t come back, then they didn’t. If they did return, the shop would be full of work—moving, maintaining
5 a.m. Night still blanketed the city, and the first light of dawn hadn’t broken. The bustling metropolis remained asleep,
The next day, I met Wen Lingyu again, the second day after returning to Yancheng. We had agreed to meet
Shen Yuan quickly settled in at the company. He greeted people with a polite smile, spoke charmingly, and wasn’t stingy
After finishing a plate of dumplings, Li Jichuan was so full he kept hiccupping. Were Yunnan dumplings really that famous?
“They say the small market buys their stock from who-knows-where.” “I heard it’s from Wencheng.” “Really? Wencheng’s been on the
The full-month celebration was scheduled for the evening. As a small family dinner, attendees were limited to important members of
By the next year, his health would be restored, silver earned, children in his arms, and Xie Yan returning with
Ten days later was the full-month celebration of Li Qin and Han Xiyu’s newborn fourth son. Earlier, Ying Zhiyu had
The sudden question inevitably made the heart skip a beat. But who was Pei Yusheng? He had studied the Good
After the soul-shaking, bone-deep tremor, their rapid breaths gradually slowed. The heat lingering at his fingertips and chest mellowed. Shen
By nightfall, Li Jichuan finally ran a high fever. His consciousness was hazy, yet his forehead felt strangely cool. Someone
My vision gradually cleared, and I focused. Before me were the gray-blue roofs of stilted houses. I hadn’t drowned in