Chapter 41: The Cannon Fodder Fiancée (41)

Lately, none of the Fu family's business ventures had been going smoothly.

First, the contract with the Xie Group fell through, and shortly after, several of their partner companies inexplicably pulled out.

The Fu family's jewelry bidding projects faced consecutive failures, and even their corporate image suffered severe blows.

Stock prices plummeted, and market capitalization shrank dramatically. To minimize losses, Fu's father held all-night emergency meetings with the marketing department and had no choice but to cancel the plans for opening a new store in City C.

Even in their headquarters in City A, under immense pressure from public opinion...

Tiansheng had not thought of the Soul-Solidifying Pill initially because it had never crossed his mind that Qingsi was a Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox. Hearing Kongyin mention it, he suddenly understood.

With that, the three men in black walked out of the cellar one after the other. Moreover, they took away the only oil lamp hanging on the wall. Lü Xiang'er sat in pitch darkness, able to see only a sliver of light filtering through the doorway. Thinking of her current plight, she felt like crying, yet no tears came.

He knew very well that Cheng Bingbing's insistence on sending her out for training was nothing more than colluding with Chu Wenrou, plotting a sinister scheme against her.

Compared to his previous tone of simple reprimand, his current voice carried a much heavier, irrepressible anger.

Mubai swung his sword with a slash, and instantly two rows of lotus flowers bloomed upon touching the ground—one row verdant and the other fiery red. Their golden stamens trembled gently, and a subtle fragrance seemed to fill the air.

Qingcheng woke up with a start the moment she was laid onto the bed. Having slept in Moji Yu's arms all along, feeling the comforting warmth that had chased away her restlessness, she suddenly felt the space beside her empty and snapped her eyes wide open.

The force behind Qin Feng's punch was evident. Over the past year or so, Qin Feng had rarely unleashed his full strength. Throwing a punch fueled by resentment, it was practically comparable to a cannon shell.

She said this to Shen Yu, and at the same time, she was trying to convince herself. "Just like clouds drifting out of the mountain peaks unintentionally," from the day Yun Ci gave her this name, she was destined to merge with the Yun family and walk this predetermined path.

Chen Langye did not even glance at him. The long staff left his hand, and together with Shi Fuhu, they were cast into the sea of fire.

Three years of recuperation had brought Lü Xiang'er's health to its optimal state. Conceiving a child at this time made Huo Qingsong immensely satisfied and full of expectation. Back then, although Huo Jing came from a humble background, he was an only son for three generations. Now, with Huo Qingsong's generation, it was still an unbroken single lineage; his hopes for offspring were extraordinarily high.

"A few years more or a few years less makes no difference. Besides, with these injuries of mine, I probably won't live much longer anyway." The kidnapper remained calm, showing no despair, but rather the demeanor of someone about to find release. The more he acted like this, the more Wu Xie felt something was amiss.

He was closely following what Jiraiya and Naruto were discussing, and entrusted by Jiraiya, he understood the situation quite well. Even though he knew Naruto would be unwilling to accept it, such matters could not be rushed, and they could only take things one step at a time.

Until she watched with her own eyes as that bright red blood seeped from Sulan's skirt, glowing as intensely as red plum blossoms blooming in the dead of winter.

Filled with profound respect for His Highness the Prince, the innkeeper went down to prepare food for him.

That night, Yi Feishi continued watching his bizarre dramas, while Xie Mao returned to his portable dimension to craft puppet dolls capable of helping write storyboard scripts.

A distinguished person of Xie Mao's status could use any excuse to refuse someone, and the rejected party would never dare utter a harsh word accusing him of talking nonsense.

Word had just arrived of the tragic passing of Palace Master Huang Zhenren, and everyone in the Xuanshen Palace was changing into plain white robes, hurriedly preparing for the funeral rites.

"You... you haven't taken a bath yet, and neither have I. You go wash up first..." Seeing Wu Xie's enthusiasm today, Su Li knew she probably wouldn't be able to escape tonight.

As for the remaining three—Zheng, He, and Kang—none of them were willing to leave. Besides, the prefectural residence provided meals anyway, and since their families were all wealthy patrons who gave generous tips without hesitation, their meals were even more lavish than the usual standard rations.