Volume 1, Chapter 41: Do You Have Feelings for My Husband?

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There were very few people at the art gallery today; only I and that man were on the second floor.
Upon reaching the room at the end, I pushed open the door and saw Su Ying slumped on the floor, her face drenched in tears. Opposite her sat a slightly plump woman with short, curly hair, her face contorted with rage.
It was her, indeed.
My mood suddenly brightened. In my previous life, Su Ying had colluded with others to peddle counterfeit paintings, eventually selling them to this woman named Qiu Xinlian. Qiu was the owner of the largest art auction house in the country. While she herself often sold forgeries, she would never tolerate others passing off fakes to her.
Su Ying, in her greed, had worked with a group of counterfeiters to sell several…
Thinking of what Su Huirong had just whispered in her ear, Bai Pianran could not stop her mind from running wild.
Yes, five years. It had been five years since the dean had found her. It was said that she had been found lying at the orphanage gate covered in wounds, and the old dean had eventually brought her to the hospital. It was even said that she had undergone plastic surgery, which showed just how severe those injuries five years ago must have been.
Mo Jingyuan raised an eyebrow slightly and stood up slowly. The pure white sheet slid off his body, barely covering his privates while revealing his eight-pack abs.
At that moment, Du Ruo was in the kitchen helping to tidy up. The room was a mess; Lu Shuangfeng spent all year in the hospital and had no time to clean. Her phone rang in her pocket, and Du Ruo quickly washed and dried her hands. Seeing the name "Qiao" on the screen, the corners of her mouth curled upward.
Even worse, she was clearly in the wrong, yet he still had to suppress his temper and come knocking on her door to apologize.
Su Nan counted to 120 in her heart, and only then did the studio slowly fall silent.
I continued to ask, "What is it?" My stepfather said it was a photo of me surrounded by several men, and then I understood.
Ling Yan had long anticipated this scene and had made preparations. What he hadn't expected, however, was for Su Qiufeng to be the one to reveal it—especially since Su Qiufeng was a powerhouse from the same generation as his own master.
Hatake Kakashi sighed. He pressed the bell button on the table beside him, producing a crisp sound.
As he spoke, he picked up the card in confusion; it appeared to be a greeting card, decorated very simply.

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Both sides were merely getting what they needed—the Garuda clan, having lost the protection of their patriarch, had no choice but to surrender to ensure the survival of their people.
"Your Majesty, may I ask how you intend to arrange things?" They didn't need to fear that Wang Chen would deceive them; this emperor’s methods were truly beyond reproach.
With a "crack," a finger-wide fissure split from the base of the pillar, extending to the top in an instant like a bolt of lightning.
"This... ahem, it won't happen again." Since the person meant well, one couldn't just scowl and say, "I know, I know." For kind-hearted people or sincere concern, one should always accept it with grace.
One disaster followed another. In his haste, Deng Cang crossed his arms over his chest, but he had underestimated the force of Qian Chong’s punch. As the whistling sound drew near, his vision went black, and he lost consciousness.
He hadn't expected the quest's boss to appear in such a manner, but Ling Kong was quite pleased. Eliminating this boss meant the current mission would be more than half complete.
"Hua-hua, what made you suddenly want to come to Zui Linglong for a meal?" Xiao Jiuchong asked, holding Leng Huaping’s arm.
"Commander, it's bad! We've been ambushed. Half of our men were cut off and surrounded the moment they rushed in. We can't break through—requesting reinforcements!" a panicked voice shouted over the walkie-talkie.
Geng Long suddenly realized something, though he couldn't be entirely sure. He hurriedly took out the map again and looked at the giant turtle's wandering route. After a long while, a look of joy appeared on his face. He gathered everyone together, telling them to stop searching.
Just as Ling Kong was about to turn and leave, a thin green vine flew up from the cliff. The vine wrapped around Ling Kong’s waist with pinpoint accuracy and dragged him down in an instant.
"I have long viewed life and death with indifference," Geng Yong said, holding his sword with a blank expression. Those who had wanted to back out were too embarrassed to speak, claiming they were only joking.
"Stop thinking about these things. What we need to do now is find the master's wife." Ling Yun changed the subject and suddenly leapt into the lake.
He had never imagined that the Queen Mother would be kneeling on the ground with her hair disheveled, nor that the stern and murderous soldiers of the Wucheng City Guard would fail to salute him upon seeing him.
Although he had always regarded her as a little sister, if he wanted to maintain Temujin’s trust, becoming the "Golden Blade Prince Consort" was undoubtedly an excellent choice.
While ordinary stones might absorb the essence of heaven and earth to take on human form, the body of Number One was made of wood, stone, and metal, possessing no foundation for such a transformation. It was a completely inanimate object! Yet, this inanimate object had developed a complete set of three souls and seven spirits, naturally earning it the title of "Living Spirit."

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"Brother, we can't turn back now. If we do, we'll be caught by those demonic beasts again," Lilisha warned.
Jin Yue was about to speak when Xue Luqian suddenly walked in again and whispered something to Bernard.
To ordinary people, talk of national collapse and extinction would be dismissed as alarmist or deceptive. But Xin Qiji and Han Tuozhou were different; they were true intellectuals who had witnessed the fierce military might of the Mongols and knew well that Yue Wudi was insightful and would not speak falsehoods.
Tang Mingcheng nodded in agreement, feeling even more regret that he could not co-found a "company" with Xu Yuanzu. Ever since he heard of this new style of partnership, he had been itching to try his hand at it. After all, his path to academic success was severed; if he could become a wealthy merchant, that would also be quite glorious.
Fortunately, there were still thousands of pursuers holding back the main force of the Jin army. These pursuers were all brave warriors whose individual combat strength far exceeded that of the Jin soldiers. Plus, under the methodical command of the young man named Wei Da, they made it difficult for the Jin army to spare enough troops to block Guo Jing and the others.
"It's your own fault. If you had learned a thing or two, you wouldn't have to worry about your son being snatched away," Xia Beibei said with a smile.
However, since the number of disabled children was limited and they couldn't rent them, they set their sights on healthy children.
He pulled the cigarette pack from his trouser pocket and put one in his mouth, but the lighter sparked repeatedly without ever lighting it.
In particular, the blank spaces of this final diagram were filled with many characters, but it seemed the writer was dissatisfied, scratching them out or even gouging out deep pits, with entire sections of the stone being chipped away.
She pulled his arm to stop him from leaving, wanting him to stay and keep her company, but in her muddled consciousness, she had mistaken him for the person she loved deeply.
The only strategy now was to take it one step at a time. Whether Nangong Meng’er could be saved depended on her own fate; in any case, if he lost Nangong Meng’er, he could always start over.
This was a very ancient temple, already somewhat dilapidated. Around it, many blood-colored stones floated silently, engraved with incredibly powerful array patterns.
"Can you feel it?" Lin Qingfan shifted his gaze to look around at the corpses lying in pools of blood and those who were groaning in agony from their injuries.