Volume 1, Chapter 49: A Married Life Without Love

After returning to the old family residence, Song Nanyi took a shower and prepared for bed.

Setting aside Huo Shixu, she felt genuinely apologetic toward Lu Weiqian for today's incident.

After pondering over it for a while, she still sent Lu Weiqian a message: "Attorney Lu, I didn't mean to stand you up today."

The reply came back instantly.

"Home safely?"

Song Nanyi continued typing: "Yes, I just wanted to explain, in case you misunderstood."

"I didn't."

"Oh, then get some rest early."

"Good night."

Upon returning home, after settling me in, he took out his phone and made a call to someone in English. This time, his speaking pace was very slow, and I managed to understand one of the sentences.

Before the young man could finish, Lin Feng delivered another kick to his thigh, the pain instantly cutting him off.

I have a strong-willed personality and like to take charge of everything myself, while Xu Minghui is a lazy man who prefers using words over physical effort. My character traits happened to match his needs, and he was more than happy to hand everything over to me to manage, knowing full well that I would handle it impeccably.

This man was such a hypocrite. He had just been badmouthing someone moments ago, and now he was putting on airs to praise them.

Yet she wasn't afraid of her father at all. Because Xu Minghui spent very little time with her and rarely disciplined her in these matters, Tiao Tiao ultimately chose to live with her father when my marriage to Xu Minghui was heading toward dissolution.

The delivery room in the West Wing was not far away—usually just a few steps' walk. But by this time, Sizhen's limbs were so weak from pain that had it not been for Bailing and Yunque supporting her, she wouldn't have been able to make it across that short distance.

The emperor's chilling smile carried an overwhelming murderous intent, as if he had suddenly seized the red-robed man by the throat, making one's hair stand on end.

Before I even had the chance to finish saying those words, the battered door of this rented apartment was kicked open by this angry, overweight man.

Sighing helplessly and seeing that the two of them had already walked into KFC, Wu Jing felt the hunger rumbling in her stomach, so she stepped forward and followed them inside.

The hair stylist looked astonished. Did someone with a face like that really need a trendy, youthful haircut just to make his fiancée fall head over heels for him?

The old man's voice was very soft. At that moment, the aura of death about him grew even heavier. I knew that not only was the old man's body dying, but his heart was also exhausted and had died along with it.

I whispered softly as I chewed on the bread, the force of my bite growing much heavier, practically gnashing my teeth in resentment.

In Beijing, within the Wang family compound, Wang Xiaoyao was currently sitting alone in a secluded courtyard, quietly sipping tea.

He Niannian, who had originally intended to jump to her feet immediately, was left with no defenses whatsoever after being swayed by Meng Fanlang's sweet words. She truly enjoyed this feeling.

Hearing this, Yuecai let out a long breath of relief, stepped forward to give her a gentle nudge, and spoke with a hint of playful reproach.

Suddenly, all the lights in the room clicked on simultaneously. The sharp contrast with the preceding darkness made Bailin shield her eyes with her hand.

My phrasing had been rather subtle, but Yan Shanshan was clever enough to see through it immediately and answered my question with unwavering firmness.

Mo Xuanhai waved his hand and laughed heartily, but the triumphant look plastered all over his face betrayed his true thoughts at that moment, while also causing him to miss the flash of ruthlessness in Mo Heng's eyes.

The two of them were clutching each other's hair, neither willing to let go, while endlessly hurling insults at one another. I wanted to step in and stop them, but my head was spinning so violently that the moment I tried to sit up, I almost threw up.

Though the corpses floating on the river's surface weighed heavily on our hearts, I began to worry that upon entering the village, we would be met with scenes of scattered corpses everywhere, perhaps even the bodies of the villagers themselves.

Wuyou smiled. She had taken this token from the leader of the assassins. She already had a clear idea of who was trying to take her life, but she had no intention of telling Long Tian about it. Instead, she tossed it into her spatial ring, and having finished all this, she drifted into a deep sleep.