Chapter 43: Daiyu Enters the Mansion

Two months passed in the blink of an eye. When Li Wan reappeared in the courtyard, she had taken on the role of Jia Huan's elementary tutor.

Every morning, Li Wan would ostensibly bring the children over to keep Qin Mingyue company, but in reality, she would spend half an hour teaching little Jia Huan how to read.

As for Jia Lan, Qin Mingyue kindly helped look after him. Although still a baby, he was remarkably good-natured, only fussing or cooing when he was hungry or needed to pee, making him much easier to take care of than Jia Huan had been at that age.

Qin Mingyue found him utterly endearing.

Back when she and Yi Xuzhi were still dating, he used to tell her that once she married him, their home would become even more blissful and complete.

Lü Mingduan's twenty-six centimeters were of supreme quality. Among the men who had passed through Imperial Princess Noriko's hands—excluding the deceased Black man Bergson who had once satisfied her—Lü Mingduan was the one who could satisfy her the most.

Reflecting on her own behavior just moments ago, she felt so embarrassed she could practically transform herself into a shy, unblossomed peony flower.

Come to think of it, this was her first kiss. If even her offered first kiss were to be rejected, then she, Wang Siyi, would have simply lost all her dignity.

To Lu Zhengyi's surprise, however, during dinner that evening, he saw that very same half-bowl of chicken meat that Er Guzi had carried out at noon. Presumably, Er Guzi's parents still couldn't bear to eat it and had saved every last bit for him.

Qin Tian finally stopped, utterly drained. He closed his eyes deeply and slowly raised his head.

This form of torture was far more brutal than the punishments of the Underworld; Imperial Princess Noriko was the King of Hell, while Dragon One and Tiger Erbang acted as the Impermanences of Life and Death.

Zhao Tiezhu released his spiritual sense. None of these individuals had been genetically modified or augmented, so which faction could they possibly belong to?

Originally, upon seeing someone abruptly block his path, a flash of anger had just surfaced on the bald youth's face. But once he recognized that the person stopping him was He Zongwei accompanied by other wealthy second-generation heirs, his expression instantly transformed into one of absolute flattery.

Seeing this, Su Yuzhe could not help but chuckle. His older brother was always at his most adorable precisely at moments like this.

Qingyu Network intended to establish Ye Chenxi as the top domestic game producer. Once such a label became the mainstream narrative, even if Ye Chenxi were to cook up a plate of stir-fried Chinese cabbage in the future, everyone would still regard it as a rare delicacy and savor it with utmost reverence.

For the past few days, Yuliu had not gone out at all, holing herself up at home. All the food she ate was brought over by Tang Shuai. Liu Quji also seemed inexplicably free, dropping by every single day; sometimes he would stay for a long while, and other times he would leave after just a few minutes.

Lin Chen felt a regret so intense his intestines were turning green. If he had multiplied his wager severalfold and drawn twenty-odd divine calculation cards like a maniac, what on earth would he still have to fear?

Over there, the director brought up Gong Zhuoxi in conversation, asking him directly, "Is that so?" Gong Zhuoxi shifted his focus and nodded toward the director.

A man who was usually somewhat aloof and gave off a "do not approach" vibe was lying right there in his bathrobe. His hair had not been intentionally styled and fell backward in a slightly fluffy manner. His facial contours remained dazzlingly masterwork-class, but with his eyes closed, he looked exceptionally gentle.

At present, Lin Chen's prestige value had just crossed the ten-million mark, meaning a tenfold stake was one million. If he ended up drawing some miscellaneous technique skill or lock-picking skill like he had the past few times, it truly would be completely useless.

The open wilderness was vast, and under the cover of night, tremors suddenly rippled through the ground. It was impossible to make out who was setting up an ambush here. Before he could even figure out the situation, a second signaling arrow burst into the sky, followed by battle cries like a surging sea crashing toward him, startling him into hastily attempting to whip his dragon-like column of troops into a defensive formation.

The Undying Colossus, coordinating with the Brave Slime, delivered a punch that instantly pounded the unlucky exile into a bloody pulp.

Successful people are, in most cases, intelligent. Compared to the ordinary masses, even if they were to venture into completely different industries, they would still find it much easier to achieve success.

Especially for those Bai family super-powered martial artists who knew the secret of his death and resurrection, dying once was practically no different from dying for real. The Bai family would never give him another chance to escape.