Chapter 191: Was Quan Qing'er Deceiving Him?

Previously, Ma Shoujuan had disliked Lian Youyou due to the latter's perceived disrespect, but now, faced with the sheer unreasonableness and ingratitude of Qu Wuyan and Fan Xiaoyun, the more Ma Shoujuan looked at Lian Youyou, the more pleasing to the eye she became.

Once she found her pleasing, she considered her one of their own, and Ma Shoujuan began to speak more from the heart to Lian Youyou, "Youyou, let's not cry anymore. It's all your father's fault for being soft-hearted. Qu Wuyan is as wicked as they come; I say she should be sent to prison and executed by firing squad to avenge your grandfather. But your father thought of their many years as husband and wife and couldn't bear to do it."

Fan Chi actually said that, and Ma Shoujuan actually believed it?

"Auntie, please don't cry. This is a little tonic I prepared for you..."

"No matter what, I've always wanted to invite you to dinner. Consider it... me wanting to make a friend out of you? What do you say?" Tang Yuzhen asked.

"F-Frontier, I can do the front myself. Thank you, Brother Xin." Ling Yi wrapped himself in the quilt and hastily sat up, his cheeks burning hot and flushed. A momentary surge of excitement had caused his mind to wander wildly, conjuring up slightly restricted imagery that made his heart pound uncontrollably.

"That's because Granny has been coming every day these past few days. You said Granny has a bad temper, so we didn't dare to come. We could only starve by the roadside, not even daring to beg for food for fear you would scold us."

To call it unfamiliar was because it was the first time she had slept in this bed; to call it somewhat familiar was because the bed carried a faint, relatively familiar scent to her.

"No peerless beauties through the ages! A sight to soothe the eyes is a fine lady! A face that could topple cities and states! A breathtaking beauty sent from the heavens!" Someone was kicked, yet felt nothing, and once again waxed poetic with great enthusiasm.

Xiao Qingchen spun around, his left leg fiercely and rotatively kicking toward the black-robed man's head. The black-robed man tilted his head back, dodging Xiao Qingchen's fierce kick, but the wind from the leg still made his face sting with pain. However, the black-robed man also lashed out with a kick straight at Xiao Qingchen's right knee.

Under Ye Mu's strange gaze, Xiao Jin'yan placed the water cup beside Ye Mu's bed, bending one knee in a posture reminiscent of an ancient warrior paying homage to a monarch, and looked up with a gentle gaze at the currently astonished Ye Mu.

"Can you please go out?" Xiao Ling evaded Meng Tian's trembling hand, which had finally managed to reach out, speaking in an exceptionally calm tone. This calmness was terrifying, as if everything that had just happened never occurred, and as if Meng Tian was nothing more than an ordinary, everyday stranger to her.

However, this punch also carried full internal energy, equivalent to three-tenths of his martial prowess if landed on Jing Ge. Jing Ge only felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, and his body was already sent flying backward.

When he heard someone running over to report that Gu Lanshan had been found, his instinctive counter-question was whether she was alive or dead.

However, later on, the registration system was exploited by self-serving free mercenaries who committed crimes under the banner of the mercenary group. Once the deed was done, they would simply wipe their hands clean and walk away, even fleeing to another city, leaving the mercenary group bearing the registration to take the blame for their atrocities.

All that remained was Han Chengchi, who, in the dead of night when she encountered danger, had ridden the clouds and mist to come to her rescue, blocking a blade for her without a moment's hesitation.

Rong Yun propped his head with his hand. This sudden, earth-shattering news required time for even someone as consistently poised as him to digest.

At that moment, the door opened once again. Without even looking, Aaron hurled the cup in his hand outward. Although all four of them were pampered young masters, not a single self-defense skill they were supposed to learn had been neglected.

"Thank you." Not knowing what else to say, his throat felt as though it were blocked. He wanted to speak, but the words wouldn't come out. Those three brief words took a tremendous amount of effort to utter.

Thanks to Shen Heyi's treatment, and after a sound sleep through the night, Yao Qingmu's illness was already much better by the first day of the Lunar New Year.

She had never experienced days like these—texting a man late into the night until dawn, secretly arranging a time every evening to meet up, just like the romance in novels, sneaking around on dates.

She had originally thought Mo Zihan was asking for some grand reward, but after all that fuss, it turned out to be merely a bodyguard. The heart that had been hanging in Chi Haotian's chest finally settled completely.