Volume 1, Chapter 43: Elder Brother's Sketchbook

Ji Ruman blinked her bewildered, large eyes, looking back and forth between She Qing and her best friend, and smiled.
"Teacher Xia? How did your last name get changed?"
Lin Yuxia, however, could not smile at all. Her face was as pale as a sheet.
Teacher Xia. Xia Shian. Her mother.
She Qing was her mother's student?
Fortunately, the start dates of their two colleges were not the same, and Lechen only needed half a day each time.
This was the first time Ji Lingxuan had ever seen Venerable Lingbai in such a disheveled state, and she thought she must be dreaming.
A year ago, an earthquake occurred in the ruins here. It abruptly poked its head out from a fractured trench in the ground, and then rose as if it had grown straight out of the earth, a truly breathtaking sight.
"Your Ladyship! This..." Jingrong felt as though her jaw had dropped to the ground and she couldn't pick it up. Her Ladyship had been away all night; was she dreaming?
Because the part-time job at the school heavily interfered with his regular work, he had no choice but to push official matters to the night to handle.
If she were allowed to continue obstructing him, both of them would likely be exposed. A sharp glint flashed in Sharman's eyes, and he delivered a chop with the edge of his hand toward Altinis's neck.
Although the pills refined by his father were numerous, they could not withstand such rapid consumption. Nor would his mother allow his father to do nothing else and specialize solely in alchemy. If that were the case, his mother would probably be the first one not to spare him.
Take IU, for instance. She leaned right against Kang Haoran's shoulder to complete a couple's selfie, leaving her manager green with envy, but Kang Haoran had already pulled away.
Though still deep and sexy, it lacked that enchanting allure, clearly showing he had sobered up. Qianwu did not refuse either; she took a thin blanket, covered herself, and lay down on her stomach to let him massage her. She had to admit, this technique rivaled that of a master-level masseur.
Wang Chenyu spoke with such certainty that Yao Jian had no reason to doubt him and completely abandoned the idea of borrowing money from Wang Chenyu, deciding instead to figure out another way.
As he spoke, Wang Chenyu actually pulled five one-hundred-yuan bills out of his wallet. Ma Xiaoqiao was extremely puzzled; he had no idea why Wang Chenyu was doing this.
The makeup artist took a look at Luoya's hands and said, "We can do this, the details will be even more exquisite." She sighed inwardly, thinking that if Luoxuan were the makeup artist, there wouldn't be any role left for her.
"Hey, hey, what kind of look is that?" The red-haired man's mouth twitched wildly; he only knew Luffy's background and was administering a preventive shot in advance.
After trying on a few pairs, Huang Yingying decided to buy them all while they were on sale, otherwise, she would never encounter such a good bargain again.
Yet, they knew nothing of it. Bai Yuxue had not given up. If they were to run into each other at the airport, one could only wonder what the two would be thinking.
This was the first time since starting sales work that Wang Chenyu had felt completely devoid of confidence in his annual target. He knew very well that after two years of rapid growth at Gongli Company, Zhou Shancheng's mindset was now undergoing a major shift.
Li Fugui was originally an accountant at a tavern. Previously, as the only accountant in the rebel army who knew how to calculate, he naturally won the deep trust and respect of Gao Yingxiang, who appointed him as the grain officer in charge of provisions and supplies.
But now, prompted by Wang Jiahui's question, Luoya finally caught on. Although Qin Junyan was not a celebrity, the traffic and attention he commanded were now virtually on par with one.
One of them was an old man who had been escorted in alongside Young Master Luoming. The old man still kept his head drooping; it seemed he had been tortured far too severely, as he had not opened his eyes even once until now.
"You're courting death, be crushed!" The third chieftain's cultivation-energy blade curved downward, directly hacking toward Qijue's Roaring Flame Dragon.
We got back to the hotel a little after four. I was still mulling over my conversation with Cui Yong. He had told me that he was quite a figure of influence in Huairen, and if I ever truly took over this place, he would fully cooperate with me in managing Huairen's underground forces.