Chapter 3
Though he had said he would wait for his husband, the moment he sank into bed, sleep washed over him […]
Though he had said he would wait for his husband, the moment he sank into bed, sleep washed over him […]
Chen Jiu flushed red, lost in thought. After a long silence, she finally spoke: “I berated him, yet he didn’t
Xia Xiqing never imagined that Zhou Ziheng would return this painting to him on his twenty-sixth birthday. As he
We stayed frozen, watching it glide out of sight, not daring to move a muscle. My sweat dripped into my
When he put the suit on, he couldn’t help but think: whoever owned this must be huge—broad shoulders, tall—because the
“No.” Fang Qiong said, “Su Qingci, where do you live? I could come visit you.” Su Qingci: “You’re not welcome.”
In the past two years, Qi Xu’s health had been carefully maintained by Xie Huai and the old master, with
Facing his teammates’ teasing, Pei Tingsong remained unfazed, not even flinching. He merely raised an eyebrow. “Brother Huo really knows
Just because of that one comment Xia Xiqing left in the discussion thread, Zhou Ziheng was on cloud nine for
Chen Guizhi knew his temperament well—he needed to stay busy and interact with people more often. She had gathered a
“Xiao Chuan!” Uncle Wang hurried in, his tone half-scolding as he broke the awkward tension hanging in the bathroom. Su
Xu Zirong followed my gesture, and his eyes widened instantly. “It is a stele! There are characters carved on it!”
When Jiang Luo bought in, Dian Vacuum was at 59.8. By the time the trading office closed that day, it
Su Qingci knew Pei Jingchen’s family situation well. His parents divorced when he was nine, and he lived with Pei
Qi Xu’s condition was currently unstable. His vital signs were recovering, but his brain had sustained severe damage. He couldn’t
Pei Tingsong immediately defended himself, “No way! I really just slipped up!” Ling Yi wasn’t buying it. She leaned in
The Li family’s car had already arrived. Just one door away, across the wide foyer, Su Fengxian was formally acknowledging
“You…” Zhou Ziheng gripped Xia Xiqing’s shoulders, too furious to speak. “What about me?” Xia Xiqing wrapped an arm
Tonight, I knew, was destined to be sleepless. If sleeping in the car last night had been bad luck, then
Jiang Luo’s promise didn’t sway him one bit. Not even close—his ass was worth far more than that. He didn’t