Chapter 37: Then You Still Have a Chance

"Stop talking, let's find Wen Zhi first..." Shen Nianchi said, pushing the car door open and stepping out.

He Haoran opened his mouth to speak but said nothing, hurriedly pushing his own door open to follow.

Outside, the biting cold wind stung their faces, and snowflakes drifted down. Shivering, He Haoran quickened his pace to keep up with Shen Nianchi’s wheelchair.

Yuan Rong was the maid who served Guan Qingyue. She often moved about the main courtyard but had no desire to climb the social ladder. While other maids tried every means to attract Guan Qingmu’s attention, she alone observed the proprieties, never overstepping her bounds.

"Third Young Master, stop filming Hanhan’s scenes. Look at her attitude—she’s definitely bullying you on set!" Murong He rested a hand on Yu Cheng’s shoulder.

Thus, Yu Kexin watched as Lan Lichuan took Ye Chenmeng into the car, while Leng Yifeng, following behind, also vanished with Xi Weiguo.

"Very well." Responding gently, Feng Yue stepped through the back door. After a brief inspection by the gatekeeper, she lifted her skirt and walked inside.

However, neither of them knew that two blocks away, a pair of binoculars was trained on them. Behind the binoculars was a man dressed entirely in black, holding the device in one hand while pressing a cell phone to his ear with the other.

The door opened and closed, and the innocent, lovely maid was dismissed without a hint of suspicion. Feng Yue let out a sigh of relief, flexed her aching hand, and turned to look at the person lying on the couch.

Unexpectedly, a series of eerie gusts suddenly swept through the room, knocking over the lamp stand in front of her. She couldn’t dodge in time, and it crashed directly onto her foot.

The man examined her with a searching gaze, as if he did not quite believe her. Yun Qixi calmly fanned herself with a folding fan, a faint, inscrutable smile on her lips.

"Is someone who breaks into another person’s home in the middle of the night to disturb their peace even human? Is it? Is it?" Yu Kexin questioned Xin Zihan with her wide, beautiful eyes.

"Why is it called a human-skin mask? Is it actually made from human skin?" Yun Lanyue wondered, a flicker of horror in her eyes.

Moreover, within that black lotus, he had been able to hold Luo Shi without being attacked by the Heart-Blood-Thirst Talisman. Was it because he was protecting her from the talisman’s assault, or was it truly the case that the Heart-Blood-Thirst Talisman had a delayed effect?

After acquiring primary driving skills, Lin Xuan’s gaze sharpened, and his movements at the wheel became increasingly adept.

He had already achieved immortality; as long as he could escape, he would be free to roam the world, living a life of leisure from then on.

Wu Fan rested his head on his hand, then suddenly slapped his forehead. That was it—the problem lay there. He suddenly realized that the issue residing in his subconscious all along was his family background.

"Yuan Yuan called to tell me you were returning to the capital today. I figured I had nothing else to do, so I just came over—and to congratulate you on your film winning the Golden Bear," Yu Feihong said casually.

Following this came a series of reports with good news: all official crackdowns had ceased, and in the end, even the media retracted all negative coverage regarding *The Flower of Summer*.

"Ritual implements and the subsequent medicinal supplies are always a bit costly," the witch doctor said with a smile.

"Don't be afraid!" Kester glanced at the clerk. "This is a robber who followed me from the casino; I just took him down." The clerk thought to himself, *Forget it, he’s a nobleman, and noblemen are never wrong.* He said nothing, simply turned around, and went back to what he was doing before leaving.

"Since Luo Yi won first place, you can't go back on your promise of a kiss." Seeing that she couldn't get her kiss immediately, Beibei walked away, somewhat unwillingly.

"So, if Lin Xuan were very ugly, you wouldn't be as concerned as you are now," Ye Qingcheng said, steering the conversation back.

In his view, this made no sense at all; upon closer reflection, he felt as if there were a hint of conspiracy behind it.