Chapter 73: Lu Qingfei, the Astonishing Fei!

A stranger appeared in her hospital room. When she looked up, she met a pair of bright, dark eyes, radiating a moving brilliance that seemed to part the clouds and reveal the sun. Shang Man’s first reaction was that this person had gotten lost, but then Lu Qingfei greeted her by name, leaving no doubt as to whom she was addressing.

The two of them looked at each other in silence—one full of confusion, the other with eyes as clear as water.

“Associate Professor Shang.” Lu Qingfei walked toward her. “Hello, my name is Lu Qingfei. I once took your elective course.”

Shang Man was puzzled: How could a student—

Meanwhile, Sun Bingbing watched coldly as Chi Li packed her things, moving slowly and deliberately, not at all like someone who was willing to leave.

Song Yanzhao listened gently to her recount all that had happened on Yizhou Road. He knew she disliked the endless scheming and intrigue of Jinling’s social circles. If she had that kind of time, she would rather spend it preparing more medicine or climbing the mountains to gather herbs.

Feng Xingying herself was fond of this gown. It somehow had a touch of a modern evening dress, yet did not clash with the ancient style of the Divine Phoenix Domain. The color was one she wore often, but here it was brighter, bolder by half a shade, lending her an even more noble air.

When she listened closely, she recognized the agonized roar of a tiger. It seemed Xia Rui really had gone to avenge her sister. Mi Qing’s lips curled into a faint, satisfied smile.

“We’ll have to tell him, of course,” Lan Jing said in a low voice, heavy with repression. “I’m just thinking about what attitude our family should take. Maybe it’s better to break off the engagement?”

After being called three times, Mo Xi finally stopped and looked at her agent, Bill Duffy, with a hint of annoyance for making her stop.

“Mom.” Yan Ziyou was unwilling to let it go. She hadn’t said anything wrong and couldn’t understand why her mother was stopping her.

“Mom, why are you suddenly asking me this?” Yan Ziyou raised her eyebrows. When the name Zhong Shao came up, a complicated feeling rose in her heart. Zhong Shao was the first man she had truly loved. She had tried so hard, willing to change herself for him, but in the end, their love had failed.

The Knicks had widened the lead to more than twenty-five points. At that, the Raptors lost all fighting spirit, and even the veteran coach Wilkens could only accept the defeat with resignation.

Cohen felt black lines forming on his forehead and simply ignored Dylan, who was leaning against the door, striding straight outside.

Two days later, Luo Zhiheng returned to the country with Lin Weiwei. For the previous two days, she had behaved as docile as a kitten, hardly daring to breathe. The moment they returned home, it was as if she had been released from prison.

He already believed what his sister had told him, because he had just caught sight of her resetting the trap. As for why she knew how to do all this, this wasn’t the place to ask—he would wait until they got home.

When Hu Datao handed it to me, I could only accept it out of politeness. To show my appreciation, I put it directly into my bag.

“If we get the chance in the future, let’s take strolls around campus like this again, shall we?” Chen Meixi asked.

It was thanks to Qu Xiaoxiao that she met someone like Qu Wayne, who seemed to have stepped right out of a painting. Shu Ning understood Qu Wayne’s intentions. As Qu Xiaoxiao had said, she also knew why Qu Wayne was engaged to Yan Dan. Qu Wayne was a good man, but for her, friendship was all she could offer.

Yang Xuan actually had the nerve to see her father again? Lin Weiwei’s anger flared up instantly.

At some point, Shou Qi had found a few servants and set up a canopy not far from them. Ziwei, having no further excuse to insist on leaving, would often slip under the shade to cool off.

They had already faced life and death together so many times; did they really have to part ways now?

Thinking about how earlier in the day we hadn’t really resolved things, I stared at his message desperately, almost scrutinizing every single character, searching for any hint that he had finally let go of his anger. But there was nothing to be found.