Chapter 64: Some Things You Cannot Solve

Shen Yu’s gaze sharpened instantly, like an eagle’s. She took a swift step forward, firmly grasping He Fusheng’s wrist, halting his violent outburst.

Her face darkened ominously; teeth clenched, the muscles along her cheek twitched slightly. Her voice was low yet commanding: “You’ve drunk too much. Don’t go mad here!”

He Fusheng was startled by the sudden restraint, sobering up somewhat. He met Shen Yu’s stern expression and resolute eyes, speechless.

Though country folk were not wealthy, their humble possessions—needles and threads, pots and pans—were commonplace.

After all, in those chaotic times, if fortune smiled upon someone, it was possible to come across a few precious items.

Especially back then, when Liang Ge, despite a throat injured by a donkey’s kick, strained his off-key voice to pour heartfelt emotion into his singing, rendering the legendary song with vivid intensity.

Because the two thugs who intended to cripple Klose’s limbs were sent flying backward, one to the left and the other to the right.

At the very least, Wang Chen hoped to witness a united front within the sect, where all external threats were met with a common resolve and internal cohesion, for only then could they survive and thrive amid the vast universe.

As the crowd gradually dispersed, he remained, first casting a glance at the shocking stains on the ground, then focusing on the translucent figure crouched nearby.

Papacia could never have imagined that a casual challenge to a mercenary would lead her to face one of the true champions. Why was she so unlucky? Where could she even begin to argue her case?

Qing Yu seemed oblivious until Zhang Jie stumbled on his tenth attempt. “What are your hopes for the future?” Qing Yu’s seemingly random question left Zhang Jie momentarily stunned.

Just as he spoke, Lin Ruoxue, Ling Xiaozi, and Fang Yunye arrived together, their bodies involuntarily shivering.

The lake there was the result of the Crown Prince’s nearly five years’ effort to divert water from the canal leaving Bomingte Port.

Zhou Feng also knew that merely blocking Zhou Jin would only deepen her concern. It was better to grant her some freedom, allowing her to discern for herself what kind of girl the Song family’s daughter really was—a lesson repeated a thousand times in vain.

Zhu Biyun understood, but sometimes facts remained facts; pretending simplicity did not make them less complex.

He Chenxi felt a flicker of relief watching He Yuancheng regain his spirit, yet worry soon crept in over what to do next.

Ye Man came back to herself, took the chopsticks, smiled, and reached for a peanut from the Kung Pao chicken dish.

“Grandpa didn’t know you and Ziqing were together; that’s why he agreed to that old fox Ling Chang’an. Things are different now!” Si Lieting set his purple clay cup on the tea table, stood, and dialed Ling Chang’an from the landline.

She ran over, clutching her treasure, presenting it before the Wang family and Qiao’er, prompting their hearty laughter.

After murmuring to herself for who knows how long, her pounding heart finally steadied, and she drifted into sleep.

From the moment her affair with Huo Yunzheng was exposed, from Shen Keqing’s brazen move into the He household, or even from the instant she married into the He family, it was clear: the He family could never truly be her home.

Upon hearing this, Qin Xiao’s expression changed. She immediately turned toward the master bedroom, exchanging a glance with Zhan Shengnan trailing behind her. In her fury, she barely spared him a look, brushing past him with disdain.

Director Feng, despite swollen eyes, could faintly perceive the fierce light in Geng Mo’s gaze, which terrified him into collapse.

“Where are you now?” The man stationed outside the hotel had just informed him that Hua Ziqi had yet to return.

Shen Nanyan’s dark, profound eyes settled on her. Seeing no intention to continue speaking, he refrained from pressing further.

Of course, George was far from passive; the earth spikes that erupted incessantly often caused Winnie to stumble, slowing her down.