Chapter 45: The Conspiracy Resurges

Yang Yue was deeply in love with Jiang Xiucheng; it was almost impossible for her to give him up. Even in the original story, though she was forced to marry the scoundrel her enemies used to trap the heroine, she still dreamed of being with Jiang Xiucheng after their wedding, hoping to bear his children.

Like a shadow following him, she brazenly planned to cuckold the scoundrel from Zhang Cuihua’s family. She even sneaked back several times to the youth work point, using her identity as a sent-down youth to stir up trouble, repeatedly causing chaos.

Thinking of this, Bahu recalled Su Muwan and wondered how she was faring in Dazhou; it had been a long time since he last saw her.

As the carriage was about to depart, the soldiers and Rong Lian hurried forward. Seeing this, Liu Chengfu gave him a sinister smile, then lightly sliced Su Muwan’s neck with the knife in his hand. A thin cut appeared on her snowy neck, blood instantly flowing down.

“Brother Ji!” Xiang Rong’s face paled. Qin Fei’s background was no ordinary matter—his family was a second-tier clan in the outer city, and all such clans boasted powerful warriors at the War Immortal Realm.

She had been forced to marry by Grandfather Yan; she didn’t believe that just after their wedding, he would already desire children.

On May 1, 2009, International Labor Day—the holiday for workers worldwide—Yan Hua, as one of the laborers, did not get a proper break. Instead, he was drenched in sweat, fiercely battling on the field.

If not for Granny Ying’s detailed and discreet description of that piece of clothing, Shangguan Huan would never have agreed so readily to change her outfit.

He did not say when he would return. Lu Manman wanted to ask whether they would go to get their marriage certificate tomorrow.

Almost simultaneously, a red beam from Harry’s spell shot into the room. It didn’t need to be countered and seemed to hit something... but Harry saw nothing.

“Oh, the cake seller!” Charles Barkley, who had just praised Howard, clasped his head in disbelief after Yan Hua blocked Howard’s dunk.

Watching his stiff body, she inexplicably felt cheerful. Playfully, she leaned slightly forward, the V-neck camisole dress revealing all her charm.

The aura of death gradually closed in. Qin Qingyue’s arms began to tremble as her mind raced, searching for a way to escape from Guo Ming’s grasp.

At ten in the evening, the boutique was bustling with customers. Seeing the shop so full, I immediately stopped, deciding not to disturb Meizi’s work. With this in mind, I sat down by the greenery outside the store.

“Uh, okay...” Meizi’s voice was so soft I almost didn’t catch what she said.

The guilt toward Yuhao was a thorn in Tong Enxin’s heart. She always felt undeserving of the title 'mother.' Her son had been taken from her since birth; she never fulfilled a day of maternal duty and was forever burdened by self-reproach in front of Yuhao.

Nearby, Huo Qing was incredibly sensible. Glancing at his freshly washed sister, he hopped over to grab a cloth and began wiping the table on his own initiative.

Inspired by Qin Qingyue’s errands, Qin Lang had spent the past few weeks delivering goods by bicycle.

Thus, Qin Ze, showing no sense of chivalry, leaned against the wall, listening to the continuous thuds of arrows striking the opposite side.

“...In... in Green Spring Garden!” The wolf bandit surnamed Li stammered, immediately dropping to his knees, a wet patch spreading across his crotch.

He wrote such a script and invested in it; this was likely beyond mere cinematic concerns.

Now, he looked nothing like the embarrassed man defeated by Ling Feng that day. Still clad in a blue robe, he exuded an elegant demeanor, as if a divine being riding the wind had arrived.

Yu Weiyan was called over by Xuanyuan Yu to talk, while Baili Wuchen opened the letter by the lamplight and carefully studied the handwriting on the parchment.