Chapter 41: Husband, it hurts so much

Lu Yu looked at Jiang Mengnan with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. That gaze felt as if he were staring at his own prey. Jiang Mengnan couldn't help but recall a classic line from melodramatic soaps: "Woman, you are playing with fire." Fortunately, in such a public place, Lu Yu dared not do anything to her.

Liu Xuan looked up at the eastern sky, eventually making his way into the mountains on the east bank, though he stuck to the outermost periphery even as he entered.

"The hospital, Lady Catherine—I want to know what exactly happened between you two." He Shan knew she had been terrified by the aura of the Fei, causing her to be mentally unable to resist any of his words, though this had also come at the cost of significantly shortening her lifespan.

Yin Zhiguang felt that the vice principal before her was definitely not an ordinary game NPC; with such keen perception, he seemed more like an existence similar to her own.

What kind of concept was this? It was the speed of a world-class athlete, yet it still fell just a bit short of saving Wang Qiuya.

He knew that the yellow-beaked parrot and the promises made were all memories woven by Cen Lili's own wishful thinking. It didn't matter; he would stay with her. Having lived for half a century and experienced war and displacement, he knew that as long as one is alive, any dream is worth weaving. He stayed by Cen Lili’s side, helping her transform the tragedy of Du Shiniang into the patient endurance of Wang Baochuan.

If the Bichi Martial Arts Hall’s rise as a dark horse in the Martial Arts Alliance was astonishing, then the emergence of this Master Jingxu from the National Martial Arts Association left even them scratching their heads.

Having finally found a standout student, she naturally wanted to show her off in front of the other coaches.

Back then, Zhao Zhongwei took meticulous care of Pei Meihui, much like a diligent gardener tending to the beautiful, delicate flowers in his courtyard.

With a flick of his mind, all the empty plates from the illusion realm appeared on the table in the private room; every single one was empty.

While this improvement might seem trivial in the context of the highly refined firearm technology of later eras, in the late Ming Dynasty, it pushed Chinese firearms—which had been undergoing only quantitative changes—to take a qualitative step toward the matchlock musket.

Just as she stepped out of the hallway, Li Qingya stopped in her tracks. A surge of emotion tightened her throat, and dropping her suitcase, she sprinted toward the man standing under the streetlamp.

Although it was the simplest of introductions, Li Qingya’s expression still looked slightly unnatural when she reached the final sentence.

"Hello everyone! I am Yuan Zixia." Yuan Zixia waved with a smile. Led by Special Assistant Zhang, she walked toward the CEO's office. Pushing open the two silver-white doors, the first thing to catch her eye was a massive floor-to-ceiling window, offering a clear view of the blue sky and white clouds outside.

Xiu Ke patted Xiu Yin’s shoulder in encouragement. He said nothing more, though he realized that at some point, he had begun to trust Xiu Yin implicitly. Of course, Xiu Ke attributed this to the fact that he hadn't shown enough concern for Xiu Yin in the past.

Third Uncle’s state left Qiu Yu and Zhao Liling feeling utterly helpless. Just as they were wondering how to console him, Qiu Yu’s phone rang.

Gregor Clegane had reason to be impatient, as other nobles from the Westerlands were staying in hotels on Visenya’s Hill, and those nobles were closer to both the Lion Gate and the King’s Gate than he was.

Was I supposed to tell you that I was upset because I saw you saying you liked someone else? If I told you, would you beat yourself up?

"Your Majesty, this official does not know, but I did manage to capture one of the assassins alive!" As he said this, Chen Xingyun cast a strange look toward Prime Minister Fu.

"Yes, the surprise attack two thousand years ago was carried out by members of the royal family. Now it is our turn to strike back," a tycoon laughed.

Robb restrained himself from rushing forward to embrace Will, whose status in his heart was supreme; no one, save for Eddard Stark, could surpass him. In front of his father, Robb never revealed his emotions, for Eddard Stark was a man as unyielding as the rocks of the North.