Volume One, Chapter 66: Opera—Exploring the Unique Charm of Shui Qingyao!

“Girl, why aren’t you introducing this young man?”

Snapping back to attention, Song Hongyan hurriedly said, “Oh, I was so caught up reminiscing with Xiuting that I forgot to make introductions!”

“Su Le, my boyfriend!”

“A-le, this is Elder Jin, the major shareholder of my father’s corporation and a benefactor to my father!”

With Song Hongyan’s grand introduction, Su Le quickly extended his hand to shake the old man’s.

“Hello, sir!” Su Le greeted warmly.

“Not bad, young man!” Elder Jin nodded with a smile. “Handsome and spirited—take good care of Hongyan from now on.” Then he fell silent.

She had already tasted everything here; aside from the excellent pastries, the other dishes were really nothing special.

Gong Chenye shrugged, his expression annoyingly smug, clearly meaning: “Everything has been laid out—do as you see fit.”

At that moment, as he recalled the previous events, the Third Prince of France vaguely sensed the truth behind Qian Mo and the others’ feigned deaths.

Just then, the hostess, Princess Consort Duan, came out to greet them. She had a slightly round face, delicate features, and a perpetual smile that made her seem especially approachable and amiable.

“Girl, I’m not senile yet. The ‘sun’ I mentioned is the one overhead! You have that feeling about you—not dazzling, but warm.” The old man poured more tea into my cup.

Hope had flickered only to be extinguished again, like ashes reignited only to be drenched by rain—a feeling far from pleasant.

Thus, Lady Liang’s first reaction was to punish Shuangbai herself, lightly enough not to matter, but enough that the Lady of the House would have no grounds to intervene further.

Gu Xingyue glanced at the lavish surroundings—naturally, it was in the wealthy district.

The car stopped at the apartment entrance; Su Jing, still disabled, was helped in by Mu Qingyi. Su Jing had expected Gong Chenye to come for her that night, but even by ten o’clock, he was nowhere to be seen.

Later, Qian Mo and Su Qingyin truly married. He, residing within Qian Mo, watched everything outside—what kind of existence was that?

She drew closer, bent down to pick up the mask from the floor, and brushed off the dust it had gathered.

Liu Wanwan hurried forward to check his arm, only then realizing that General Yi had always fought with his right hand.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became; she resolved to buy a villa here as well, specifically on either side of Zhao Tiezhu.

Seeing that face clearly, Yu Ruohuan’s pupils contracted sharply; her words squeezed out between clenched teeth.

At the sight of Xiao Yuetong, such a delicate beauty, no man could remain indifferent.

Before she could finish speaking, Qiao Xia choked up, as Chu Ci had already dialed the number.

He stared at her, utterly emotionless; after a moment, he leaned in, his nose brushing her neck, sniffing her scent like a beast.

Yun Ya grew more confident as she spoke, believing no one else present possessed her extraordinary memory.

He also noticed his spiritual sense had doubled, now covering fourteen miles.

Lu Ziming’s pupils contracted sharply; not only had he failed, but he had stirred up Lu Ziliang’s resentment, making his future path perilous.

Lin Huang no longer cared what an ‘Unblemished Card’ was; the mission had to be completed, or he’d lose his golden finger, and a comeback would be difficult.

“That’s right, you know what this is?” Su Cheng guessed it was a production tunnel’s conveyor platform—nothing special, since Electric Two was working on it.

Of course, if the Japanese or traitor patrols passed by without hostility, there was no need to sound the alarm.

At this time, from Yin Ruying at the top to the lowest traitor officer, all were terrified, fearing to follow in his footsteps.

Hu Yan’ao was pleased rather than frightened by the scene; since he chose to follow Su Ni, it was for his expertise and potential. If Su Ni acted timidly and indecisively, Hu Yan’ao might reconsider whether following him would be any better than his current life.

Anna kept her hands tightly on her thighs, ignoring the wine and staring straight at Wick Morgan.

Her words lingered as the death cavalry returned to rescue, covering for Gan Ning who broke north from his camp and vanished into pitch darkness, leaving only the fading beat of hooves.

When he regained his senses and cried out in terror, Qi Bao had already devoured Lin Ziying’s nascent soul.

Liu Guangzhi ordered the aftermath to be cleaned up; everyone calmed themselves, and soon Ye Lai, Lian Yu, Qiao Luo, and Gan Fangling arrived. Lu Yincun said, “Tonight the thief came for me, ruining everyone’s mood, brothers, forgive me!” He bowed deeply.

At first, Man Tianxue thought she’d misheard, but couldn’t help wanting confirmation. She glanced around; He Zheng, upon hearing the result, remained indifferent, showing no objection. So even if the young man at his side felt aggrieved, it didn’t matter.

By the time they sensed something was wrong, thick smoke had already drifted in. Everyone in the hall turned to find a way out.

For Penguin, only being number one in the market mattered; any cost within their ability was acceptable.

Using his precognition, he altered the instructions, telling Hu Qiansheng that the more of this fruit he ate, the stronger his abilities would become.

Lin Luyan, filling out the supplies inventory, would occasionally glance at the screen, her feelings complicated.

Now they realized a serious mistake—the youth wasn’t sent by the Qin family at all.

Liu Jin withdrew his foot, walked over to Lin Weiwei, and, seeing her wary look, smiled smugly.

Unlike the loyal Su family of Su Ding’an, the Liu family was already corrupt, bought out by Mu Chaobi long ago.

Looking at the outwardly calm yet internally mechanized sea of the Vega star system, Chen Yue felt a twinge of emotion.

He knew that Otto was now the dwarven chieftain. Even with such status, he had to queue like everyone else?

Upon entering, he took a cursory glance; they were all genuine antiques, but either too recent or too common in the market.

The green giant sphere crashed onto Swallow Cloud Mountain, landing not in a landslide but precisely in the designated pit, not far from the placement of the Medicine King’s cauldron.

Hearing Yun Tianxiong’s voice, Yun Chen suddenly sighed, then looked at Shen Siyu.

Everyone nodded in agreement with Cheng Xin’s words, when suddenly two voices rang out.