Chapter Ninety-Two: Their Mutual Bond

Lin Yu returned to the office, where Fu Chen was absorbed in the tablet in his hands.

"What did the beauty say?"

Without lifting his head, Fu Chen’s fingertips glided swiftly across the screen, his voice cool and faint.

Lin Yu grinned and put on an unconcerned air.

"Just the usual business between men and women. You probably don’t need the details."

Fu Chen set the device down. His dark eyes held no warmth as he said slowly, "Lin Yu, when you’re working, the only call you ever answer is Yi Qing’s."

"If you don’t want to talk, I won’t force you. After all these years as brothers, I trust you."

Lin Yu knew Fu Chen was appealing to their friendship because...

Not only Wang Lin, but in the next instant Hua Yu and the others all turned their gazes toward Bright Bamboo Peak.

Tong Ran was even more surprised. She had assumed this party was merely a spur-of-the-moment idea from Madam Yi, never expecting even Yi Chengxiu to know about it.

"It’s not that you, Hall Master Xi, are making a scene here, so I came over to take a look," the middle-aged man said evenly.

A soft, alluring sound escaped from Xiao Yunyue’s throat. Her pink, tender legs twisted tightly together, her expression one of intense pain. Her lustrous, lovely lips were clamped shut by her white teeth, desperately suppressing the exquisite notes that threatened to spill out.

With a deafening clang, the moment the two collided, they sprang apart at once. Poison Leopard staggered back two steps, while Fire Dragon only retreated one. In terms of strength, Fire Dragon had clearly gained the upper hand.

What was worse, the embarrassment she had unintentionally revealed looked, in Jun Wuye’s eyes, exactly like a coy refusal meant to invite pursuit. Before she could even react, he had already pulled her to a far more intimate distance, nearly frightening her out of her wits.

"Since you’re already here, why not show yourself plainly?" Princess Chang Ning paused before the lotus pond. Her plain-colored robe drifted in the wind, her red lips curving into a faint smile of peerless beauty.

Zhao Long slowly came to the factory gates and glanced inside. It was pitch-black; nothing could be seen.

Yet even as she clung to her belief again and again, the white mourning drapery hanging at the city gate struck her like a bolt from the blue, shattering the last faint sliver of hope in her heart. She could no longer force herself to stand; her legs went weak, and she sank straight to her knees.

At the words, Feng Yin drew in a deep breath again. So it really was an ambush planned by Hou Chengyun.

What I had in mind was that his home wasn’t far from here, so I would take him back and, on the way, pick up Doubao to go home. Unexpectedly, once I stepped out of the private room, I felt a little dizzy and had absolutely no idea whether I had come from the left or the right.

"Master, why have you wrapped me up like this?" Ruo Li protested in displeasure, flexing her aching arms and legs. After waking naturally, she should have felt refreshed and clearheaded, so why did her whole body hurt? It must be that the blankets were too constricting.

The words Pei Nianbai had spoken, and every scene she described, remained vivid before him, slowly lifting Gu Jingyan’s heart from the abyss until it once again reached the sunlight atop the mountain.

"Did she say anything?" In his heart there was only desolation, and he did not even realize that his voice had taken on a trace of bitterness.

Ye Ziyan started to leave. He still had to return to England to deal with matters and could not afford to waste any more time here.

Qian Ming reached out and gathered Chu Yunlian into his arms. She did not struggle, but instead wrapped her arms around his waist in return. He tapped the ground lightly and rose into the air, riding the wind into the city.

Wei Ziqiu had always thought he was hard enough to handle; only now did he realize there was someone even harder to deal with.

When she passed by the Duke of Chen’s mansion today, she suddenly felt a powerful urge to go inside. If it had not been for the heavily guarded gates in broad daylight, she might have gone in then and there. She could strongly sense that place must be connected to her, and at the thought of it, Ji Zili felt a surge of excitement.

She held her jaw rigid, her lashes trembling like mimosa blossoms stirred by a breeze. The look of fear and stubbornness in her heart made the man’s eyes ripple with traces of amusement.

Speaking of this, Le Chengshan’s expression was actually solemn. His already somewhat swarthy face darkened, taking on a stern and imposing severity.

It sounded so responsible that it could not possibly have been my father... Su Yu muttered silently to herself.