Volume One, Chapter 80: Expanding the Company’s Scale!

Chen Meiqi suddenly felt a sting at the tip of her nose, a warm current flowing through her heart. She picked up the contract, glanced at it just once, and signed her name without the slightest hesitation.

Now it was Su Le’s turn to be stunned. That was just too straightforward. She didn’t even look at the contract before signing?

“Um, Meiqi, aren’t you worried I might be selling you off?” Su Le pointed at the contract, a hint of mischief in her tone.

“Go ahead and sell me, it’s not like I’m worth much. And here you are, treating me like some superstar!”

“From now on, I’m your employee, Young Master Su. I’ll be counting on your guidance!” Chen Meiqi’s smile blossomed like a flower, as if she’d suddenly found where she belonged.

“Haha… Meiqi, welcome to the team!”

They’d planned to get an early night, but ended up tossing and turning until well past midnight. If it hadn’t been for Musha crying herself into a faint, someone might have kept up the battle for three days and nights. Who knew where he got all that energy—he wasn’t a robot after all.

But Mo Jingran was different. Compliments from his friends had gone to his head, and when they egged him on with bold questions, he answered everything with smug satisfaction.

The emperor smiled faintly, taking her words as truth and letting out a sigh of relief. “If I’d known a trip outside the palace would cheer you up, I should have suggested it long ago.”

Bai Ningshuang noticed nothing unusual. In high spirits, she spread out her map, memorizing the routes in preparation for entering the Tomb of the Gods.

A trace of guilt flitted across the emperor’s face as he looked up and smiled. “By the way, why are the empress and the empress dowager here?”

“My lady, let’s put some ointment on your wrist,” Huan Chun said, worried about Lanqi’s hand. She’d seen the bruises while helping her bathe last night and blamed herself for gripping too tightly in her anxiety. But if she hadn’t, who knows what might have happened if they’d been separated.

Back in the day, the Blaze Sect was a powerful order. It had taken countless years to amass its trove of treasures and resources, yet in hopes of winning the Demon Lord of Fire’s favor, the sect had offered up everything it possessed.

Zhu Jun and his wife, Madam Chai, were both in excellent health. When they learned Lady Li was ill, they came to pay their respects, unable to hide the secret pleasure in their hearts.

This place was only a day and a half from the capital—hardly safe for a long stay. Besides, this wooden cabin was the secret “shared home” of Young Master Xia and Nan Wanwan. Living here with Rou Rou felt like intruding on their precious memories. The best plan was to leave as soon as possible.

With that, he walked to the altar, took a stick of incense from the side, lit it, placed it in the burner, and knelt to bow his head.

How many times had they schemed like this, failing to protect her properly, guilt gnawing at them? If they hadn’t guarded him so closely, he might have died long ago.

A face isn’t something you have to show when you go out. Wearing a mask and glasses didn’t make him look too strange.

She’d been brought back by Guo Chao, utterly astonished. She’d thought someone like Guo Chao, even if left with no other choice, would have simply abandoned her outside.

As the only one able to move in this frozen tableau, Bei Ye eyed the countdown ticking away in midair, calculating his options in silence.

Wan Changsheng bowed and scraped, expressing his heartfelt thanks, promising the accounts would always be open and transparent—every shareholder would get their fair share, himself included—and once again thanking everyone for their trust.

Eight hundred years ago, each of her vines barely spanned a million kilometers; now, they were nearly tenfold that length, their power even more terrifying.

Besides, I’m not someone who’s harsh to just anyone. It’s about mutual understanding and working together. Tonight, I’m buying him dinner.

“Tianxing Temple is a renowned sect in the Great Cosmic Alliance. How did this branch end up so dilapidated?” Chen Jianfeng wondered to himself. After some thought, he decided it would be best to wear his Taoist robes to earn their trust.

“Master Tian Ting, please track down Chen Jianfeng,” Hu Wei requested with a bow.

We weren’t arguing. He was busy, I came back for class. I couldn’t care less where that guy ran off to. Do you really not care about her?

With Bai Shuyu’s every command, the entire city of Luoyang turned tense and grim. The usually bustling Hundred Flowers Pavilion suddenly shut its doors, and the streets filled with people wearing grave expressions.

He gave a brief reply, but his phone kept buzzing with notifications. Glancing at the messages, he frowned deeply.

“Oh! I’m the one who wants to curse!” In the Underworld, Chao Wuxin was infamous for her cunning, always fleecing Wen Qing for money—who knows how much this time.

It was Yang Bishan’s first visit here. After sampling a few spirit fruits, Qi Feiyang asked Dapeng to give them a tour of the area.

Bo Rui said, “Yue’er, this is a business negotiation—no fooling around.” Ruyi pulled the pouting Shen Yue’er to sit down.

“Sir, if I may, that girl doesn’t look so special—why are you so…” Amo winked as he spoke.

In the central square, rows of white-dyed linen body bags were laid out, ringed by neatly arranged white bouquets.

“Elder? I don’t have any relatives who distance themselves when poor but come crawling back when there’s money!” Wang Xuanxuan retorted bluntly.

By the time some of the strong realized what was happening, things were already out of control. Ultimately, a brutal, endless melee broke out.

“Do you know why I struck at you that day?” Yao Ji looked deeply at Changning, then continued, “Do you know why I invited you here for tea today?”

“If you’ve made up your mind, Husband, then let’s do as you say!” A sly gleam flashed in Feng Yixin’s eyes as she tucked away her worry, grinning mischievously.

Unfortunately, Xiong Qi’s burst of potential lasted only a fleeting moment. If—if only he could harness that power fully… Clearly, it was time to design a new mecha for Xiong Qi.

“Dad, have you ever met the madwoman? Where does she live?” Lin Xiaoxiao saw her mother’s patience wearing thin, so she turned to ask her father instead.

Jin Qing, seeing Nanny Liu’s chatter flowing like a broken dam, quickly pounced on her, whining, “I’m starving, I’m starving! I haven’t eaten lunch yet!” Finally, she managed to silence the endless nagging.