Chapter 40: Let Him Save His True Feelings for Cheng Jinxi

Having said this, she looked calmly at the Old Madam and Chu Yao, appearing ready to face death with composure.

"Old Madam, Young Mistress, today’s events have nothing to do with Concubine Cheng. It was all the work of Xiao Cui alone. I do not wish to implicate anyone else. I am willing to die."

She did not address Cheng Jinxi as "Concubine," but used her former title, "Miss."

Xiao Cui’s words caused tears to well up in Cheng Jinxi’s eyes.

"This..." Steward Xiao felt that his young master was truly being a bit of a bully, but there was nothing he could do, so he had to steel himself and go to guard the door.

Zhou Yanan opened her mouth, pointed at him for a long moment, but finally flicked her hand and stopped arguing. She had originally wanted to go see Xunxun, but after looking at Qi Yan’s shameless expression, she simply pressed the elevator button and left.

She stepped forward and knelt before the person. It was a man—one could tell from his physique—though at this moment, he was almost entirely buried by the snow.

Yin Mengli had never imagined she would see such a photograph. In that instant, she felt as if her own breathing had frozen. Instinctively, she clenched her hands into fists, her long, slender nails digging deep into her palms.

Duan Luojin seemed to have cast a spell over Nan Mengze; she could not walk away, nor could she escape. She accepted every request from Duan Luojin with a dazed obedience, completely devoid of any ability to think for herself.

"You want to follow us out to sea?" The fishermen asked Qiao Yunxi with strange looks in their eyes.

Princess Ping was still weeping. She gripped the table tightly, her slender fingers leaving a faint mark on the wood.

She dialed Yin Feng’s number, but no one answered. Naturally, since he was there on official business, he must have had many meetings to attend.

"This kind of inferior stuff is absolutely disgusting." He looked away from her face, which was filled with disappointment, fearing that if he looked any longer, he would want to pull her into a fierce embrace.

She did not make a sound. With lowered lashes, she focused on transforming the long-standing resentment in her heart into strength, ruthlessly tearing his tissues to shreds.

What shocked them even more was that Han Dong had actually gotten into a heated confrontation in class with He Yuefeng, the youngest professor and doctoral advisor.

Therefore, how could she not investigate this potential stock that had outperformed her own blue-chip investment?

Indeed, in those days, the Dragon Cavalry Imperial Guard was a forbidden zone; others avoided it as if fleeing a plague, let alone daring to provoke trouble.

"Alright, alright, it’s getting late. Let me take you to where you’ll be resting." Feng Xingye, sensing the awkward atmosphere, quickly changed the subject and walked toward the exit of the main hall.

The night breeze was gentle. A sliver of a silver moon crept quietly from behind the clouds, peeking out with half its face to cast a hazy, silvery glow, while the stars across the sky blinked softly.

Had God given him this "golden finger" just so he could loaf around waiting for death? Han Dong certainly didn’t think so! Being a landlord was nothing compared to the thrill of taking down a giant like Apple TV.

A brawl involving thousands of people? Just the thought of that news was exhilarating. Reporters from all over the country, like sharks catching the scent of blood, surged toward Binhai University in waves.

Xing Shachen wanted to say more, but Xiao Lin held out a hand to stop him. "Alright, both of you, stop bickering. The reason Jian Wuji acted that way just now was actually to prevent this fellow from attempting a fake self-detonation."

It was no wonder Yu Shan was overthinking things; anyone encountering someone as overly familiar as Han Dong would naturally be filled with suspicion.

Fine, he would wait. Boss Ren had to return in a week, right? Sun Buzhou still had that much patience.

Mei’er spat at Wen Wan, "You really are becoming more and more shameless." After saying this, her face turned bright red, like a boiled shrimp.

Ever since he had been taken into the Seven Prisons Pagoda by Xiao Yu, Shen Nong had been waiting every moment for Xiao Yu to appear before him. Now that Xiao Yu had finally appeared, he made no attempt to conceal his joy.