Chapter 44 Wanting to Use a Borrowed Knife to Kill

"This won't do, President Jin gave strict instructions that if you came, we must inform him immediately, but President Jin is in a meeting right now."
"Why don't you rest in the lounge for a while? President Jin will come over as soon as the meeting is over."
Secretary Jiang wiped the sweat from her forehead as she watched Jin Siqi marching swiftly forward in her towering stilettos.
She had no idea what Jin Siqi...
"Let's go, back to the palace!" Noble Consort Li finally spat out these few words. It wasn't that she didn't want to say more, but at this moment, she was utterly speechless.
"Wang Caijun, are you going to make this Crown Prince send men to personally ransack your Colorful Clouds Residence, or will you lead my men there yourself?" The Crown Prince turned his head and cast a scrutinizing gaze at Wang Caijun.
"Realized your mistake? Too late!" Seeing Su Mu smile, Ma Quan suddenly felt a surge of inexplicable dread. Shaking his head, he led his subordinates and dragged the two members of the Gu family away in a hustle.
Seeing that Fatty Ye was angry, I quickly said we wouldn't release them, and that we could go outside, find a motel, and leave them there for the time being! We could just pick them up when we went home.
Upon hearing this, the old matriarch gasped sharply, collapsing back onto the couch. Her complexion turned from ashen to pale, her breathing shallow and rapid, as she almost lost consciousness. The people beside her swarmed forward in a panic, stroking her chest and helping her catch her breath, finally dispersing the suffocating pressure in her chest and letting her slowly recover.
"Ai Xiao... is right..." I said slowly, keeping my eyes fixed on his hand as he drew the bowstring. The moment I said those words, his hand trembled—a slight, almost imperceptible tremor.
"Baka!" Before I could finish, Isao Yamato seemed to snap with rage and lunged forward. I instinctively dodged, but felt a hot sensation on my face. Was that... blood?
Following Su Yueyan's shout, Feng Ruhuang felt the surrounding air grow scorching hot. Before her appeared a phoenix engulfed entirely in flames, though shackled at the ankles, suggesting it had been captured by someone rather than bound by a contract.
Li Mucong had indeed been exposed by the media for many unsavory escapades in pleasure houses, but he knew very well that those were merely acts put on for show.
Over the years, Chu Jingwu had never deliberately curried favor with Chu Xuanyu, but he had always maintained contact with the Chu family's main household. Every Lunar New Year and festival, he would send gifts to the Prince An's Estate, and he frequently visited the elderly Prince and Princess An. As a result, the third young master was somewhat familiar with Chu Jingwu.
When they came to rescue Chu Yuexi, Divine Doctor Bai, and the others, they had long anticipated the extreme dangers within—witchcraft, venomous gu insects, they had guessed it all.
Yet at this moment, looking at the wicked, unrestrained smile dancing across Yun Nianjin's handsome face so close at hand, she no longer had any stray thoughts left in her mind.
Gu Ling'er was startled, a sudden sense of unease welling up inside her. How could she have forgotten this man's nature? He was arrogant, cold, and utterly unreasonable. Why had she even attempted to talk to him about fairness and respect?
In the days that followed, Ye Shanshan and I truly became strangers. We saw each other every day, and although we weren't desk neighbors, we were separated by only a single aisle. Even so, we never spoke a single word to each other.
As for Wufa, having reached his level, he essentially pursued only the Heavenly Dao. As for past grievances, grudges, and romantic entanglements, those were all things of the past.
Zhuang Yi did not rush to annihilate those giant planets. Instead, he steered his spacecraft and flew straight toward Earth. Those giant planets could wait until after he returned to Earth.
"What?" I froze. This... Murong Xue actually wanted me to help her remove her bedsheet? I thought of how much Rat liked Murong Xue and knew he would never allow me to help her undress—though it was just a bedsheet and not actual clothing, the nature of it was the same.
"Very well, from now on, do not provoke this Zhuang Yi ever again. This time, if it weren't for the fact that he couldn't quite gauge my true strength and preferred not to court trouble, it would have been truly difficult to get away unscathed," Malkinson said.