Chapter 28: Returning Home

On the return journey, the two sat in the car in silence. Gu Sheng, seated in the passenger seat, couldn't help but feel that the atmosphere was strange. Perhaps it was because of He Wenzhou’s repeated probing, coupled with the words of the old woman, but she felt as though something had shifted in tone. She still couldn't quite put her finger on what was wrong, but one thing was certain: Gu Sheng was absolutely sure that He Wenzhou loathed every single detail of what happened during their high school years.

Huang Qiang sat on the sofa in the living room, watching a soap opera on Mango TV while snacking on a plate of peanuts.

Ade, as always, wore his mask and hood. Look at that—how self-aware NPCs are, unlike those "dinosaurs" you see on the streets these days, who are ugly yet still insist on coming out to scare people.

So, it was really as the rumors said? That Young Master Qianyi was seduced by Muyang, and that was why he had no choice but to be with her?

"Pah, you damn turtle..." Lin Feng spat out some sand and tilted his head to clear the grit from his ear, his face etched with pure irritation.

In the woods, the hooting of an owl mingled with the rustling of the wind and the sounds of other unidentified creatures, causing Chixi to instinctively hug her arms and rub them to shake off the growing chill.

Princess Zhao Xin raised an eyebrow, surprised that the young man had agreed so readily. It seemed he was merely a powerful fool with no real cunning. If that were the case, she could simply wait until they reached the State of Zhao and then find a way to capture him.

Though Lin Feng did not know how long he had been trapped in that haze, he was acutely aware that for every minute he delayed, Chixi would be in that much more danger.

Hua Tian and I did not retreat; fighting these bandits was effortless for her anyway. Seeing that we weren't backing down, Mo Yi merely sighed, said nothing more, and gripped his blade, watching the approaching bandits with vigilance.

Zhang Zhong scissored his legs, locking the foreign hunk's feet, and lunged forward, driving five silver needles toward his heart. This move had a formal name: the Five-Fold Soul Snatcher—a secret technique passed down through Zhang Zhong’s family.

"Well? Did I scare you?" Just as he thought his guess was correct, Wu Jing asked with a look of smug triumph.

However, in the newspapers, Bai Yixue insisted that Haoshi Group would surely win this battle. Most importantly, she had publicly announced their engagement. Although the date had not yet been set, the news was now public knowledge.

Sensing the "dissatisfaction" radiating from Xia Yang, Qi Bishao was not afraid; instead, she inexplicably curled the corners of her lips. The heavy burden in her heart vanished in an instant, and for the first time, she revealed a hint of a smile in front of him.

For so many years, she had planned not only for herself but for the brother standing before her. She had given up her own opportunity to study abroad so that Yang Hua could go instead. Yet, she never expected that Yang Hua would now claim she had only ever been looking out for herself.

The crowd cheered, then dispersed in a boisterous clamor. Li Yijun took one last, reluctant look upstairs before climbing into a red Citroën sports car. With a roar of the engine, he sped away, leaving only a scene of disarray behind.

Wang Kai knew, of course, that Norman Osborn’s dual personality had surfaced—this was his kind side. Yet, for the sake of his mission, Wang Kai would naturally not let him go just because of that.

After Thomas, Ye Tian introduced the curator of the OA Gallery, Julian, along with his wife, leading to the expected exchange of polite pleasantries.

Su Yingmei could not overcome the sorrow welling up from the depths of her heart. No matter how Lu Haotian tried to comfort her, the pain within her did not diminish by even a fraction.