Chapter 119: Bewitched and Bewildered

The Sweet and Naive Wife Is Actually Hiding Her True Strength Nian Zhi'an 1361 words 2026-04-13 14:46:46

“Should I buy something on the way back to the old mansion tonight?”
“I’ve already prepared everything. You don’t need to worry about it.”
Hearing Fu Chen say that, Song Hui felt reassured. She hummed softly and, without waiting for Fu Chen to respond, hung up the phone.
Fu Chen stared blankly at the disconnected call. This woman was becoming increasingly blunt with him. A faint, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
Beside him, Gao Ye noticed the subtle change in Fu Chen’s expression. It was rare to see such a smile on his face; curiosity about the person on the other end of the line grew stronger in his eyes.
“President Fu? President Fu...?” a hesitant employee called out, trying to get Fu Chen’s attention.
They had arrived with great fanfare, but left half-wounded and half-fainted—truly a dismal departure.
“So that’s how it is.” A cold, clear voice rang out, instantly awakening the entire scene.
The booming fireworks and their brilliant displays masked the explosion at the hotel.
“Cao Yue, why are you carrying a gun?” Xu Fei quietly asked Cao Yue, who was walking just behind her as they stepped out of the elevator.
“If only there was a chessboard; otherwise, I’d have you taste my true strength!” Yang Fei said with a smirk.
The scene felt like a dream—broad highways, towering skyscrapers, and dazzling lights all coming together to create a breathtaking picture.
After a while, Han Chen returned and told Yu Xiaozi that he had settled Xu Xiaofeng and Peng Liangyu safely.
Archbishop Segrei survived, though he appeared somewhat weak now, having once possessed great resilience.
Li Qiguang reached out to embrace him. Bai Majun naturally opened his arms and gently patted Li Qiguang’s back behind him. To him, Qiguang was like their group’s Jin Xuejun—both were irresistibly charming younger brothers.
Often, soldiers lacked mattresses and blankets, especially during long marches. The Second Army Company had almost no basic medical care. The highly contagious epidemic typhus swept through field hospitals and numerous barracks for three long weeks, incapacitating hundreds of soldiers.
“Ah!” Yuan Heping looked suspiciously at Wu Siyuan. “So you know each other? Why have you never mentioned it before?” If Yuan had known Wu Siyuan was acquainted with Lu Kai, he wouldn’t have needed to go through so many channels and connections just to find Lu Le.
Fang Dajun finally steadied his nerves, sweat already beading on his forehead as if he had just completed a ten-thousand-meter run. He smirked self-deprecatingly, admitting to himself that he was just an ordinary man, unable to remain indifferent to beauty. Of course, he understood that his admiration for Zhao Yan was purely aesthetic, with no other intentions.
“Sister Rose, are you really willing to let Fang Hao take such a risk?” Lin Xiaoxiao couldn’t help but give her a sharp look.
After unleashing this skill, Huang Liangyue’s body suddenly appeared outside the range of the Twin Dragons Playing with the Pearl. Without hesitation, she gripped her sword tightly and charged at the stunned Elrico, who was still rigid from activating his skill.
Unfortunately, once the window was covered by the curtain, it no longer reflected light. Fang Tianfeng could only hear Xu Rou rustling as she changed clothes, unable to see what was happening.
Some might assume that a Fire Dragon would naturally belong to the Dragon, Flying, and Fire types all at once, but one must admit—the rarity of Fire Dragons is no less than that of the Black Mark Nightmare.
“It’s us, Gasset!” That was Enrique’s voice, accompanied by Pablo.
Jiang Feifei turned around and embraced Fang Tianfeng, burying her head in his chest, seeking the only warmth in this cold, desolate home.
On the way, Fang Dajun pondered another lucrative business opportunity—mattresses. According to the information he had, the cost could be kept below twenty yuan per mattress, including all expenses. Selling one for thirty yuan was no problem at all; even forty yuan was possible.
“We...” Luan Gong’s face flushed red and pale repeatedly, wanting to defend himself but unable to find a suitable excuse.