Chapter 32: The Scarred Man's Vision

Sobs echoed inside the car. He Qi'an handed a tissue to Lin Xiaoyan, his gaze never wavering from the scene outside.

Finally, he saw the man emerge from the coffee shop. He clenched his fists, suppressing the urge to rush out, his eyes locked firmly on the figure.

The man with the scar keenly sensed a gaze and jerked his head toward its source.

Yet, upon meeting He Qi'an’s eyes, a flicker of astonishment and agitation flashed across his pupils. In barely a second, he looked away.

When the bus arrived, Qi Ruifang had explicitly stated that everyone was free to familiarize themselves with the surroundings and move about as they pleased before lunch. Therefore, neither she nor Su Jin had violated any rules by walking around.

She had to maintain a clear mind and taut nerves during every operation, constantly deciphering the words of others. Even over the phone, she would imagine the expressions on her targets' faces. Over time, she truly felt exhausted.

After they were seated, Ling Feng finally voiced the thoughts he had harbored for so long. Through their time together, they had become exceptionally close friends, despite the age gap.

A cloud of exhaust fumes rushed into her nose, making her cough repeatedly. She looked up at the car that had driven off without a moment's hesitation, unable to believe her eyes, and in a fit of rage, she slammed her bag hard onto the ground.

There were countless ways to make Wen Yaxian disappear from this world, yet he chose the most dangerous one: to take her life with his own hands, proving his determination and his love to Luo Qing.

"If you have no urgent matters, Second Young Master, why not head to the banquet hall for a drink? It has been a long time since you and your father sat down for a proper chat. This would be a good opportunity to bridge the gap between father and son, don't you think?" Luo Sen suggested.

"When did you wake up?" Hong Sen had already stepped into the living room. Seeing a bottle of wine on the table, he picked up a glass and poured himself a drink.

"Yu An'an, let go." His tone was cold, and the muscles in his face were pulled tight.

Gao Muyuan shuttled daily between the office and the hospital, his coursework heavy, spinning like a top without rest. Only late at night, when everything was quiet and he lay in bed, did he have the time to pick up the picture frame from his nightstand and look at it.

What is that arrogant one throwing a tantrum about now? Standing outside and refusing to come in for dinner. A sense of foreboding rose in Song Yuan's heart.

Lin Youxiang, in particular, was the least patient of them all. Upon hearing Lin Xue'er's words, his expression grew even more twisted.

Since the club had been sealed off, peering through the glass doors revealed papers scattered messily across the floor and an overturned chair.

Regarding the mission for tonight, the seven of them bombarded Liu Xiao with questions from every angle, finally demanding that he hand over the painting he had completed last night.

Yu Banxia had a problem with her shoe and stopped to crouch down, falling behind. Consequently, no one noticed Manager Yu—Yu Banxia—following behind Xu Zhengyi.

Ye Xingxing wore no makeup and a simple high ponytail. She looked incredibly exhausted, causing An Ning to frown.

Ji Furuo and Ye Ze’s marriage came without any warning, so much so that five minutes after Furuo posted on Weibo, the trending search list exploded.

As she pondered, Yu Banxia began to understand. Just now, Xu Zhengyi must have intended to commit suicide. Coming to this remote place, bathed in moonlight, his mid-life unemployment had placed immense pressure on him. The burdens of life had crushed his spirit; without a job or a source of income, his only option seemed to be jumping from the mountain.

She rarely asked Wei Jinyi about such matters. Although the two had lived together in the Prince Rui residence, Wei Ruo had never specifically questioned him about them.

In truth, he was the kindest person imaginable, never one to put on airs. Once you spent enough time with him, you naturally realized how approachable he was.

With no one left to watch, Lu Yu stopped pretending to be asleep. He stood up from the sofa quite naturally and began to walk around the reception hall.