Volume One, Chapter 64: Xia Zhiyuan Seduces a Man

“Have you heard? Secretary Lin was discharged from the hospital and returned to the village today!”

“Of course, everyone’s been waiting for this!”

“If you ask me, Secretary Lin is bound to have a son.”

“Isn’t that obvious? The Ji family dotes on her as if she’s the apple of their eye. She’s always beaming with joy—surely she’ll give birth to a big, healthy boy!”

Although Jiang Hua didn’t say explicitly who he meant, Tony Chen understood his implication and reported on the progress of inviting those lightweight celebrity contestants who naturally attract attention.

No matter what he was thinking, Yang Fen’s threatening words still echoed in his ears. He had no desire to truly push her to the edge. After a long moment, he finally sat back down, fuming.

At this moment, aside from the fading scars on his face, Yang Zhengqing appeared no different from any ordinary person. He seemed more vigorous than ever, too. “It seems Yan Jianshu truly is trustworthy,” Lin Shi thought to himself.

On April 11th, Wulin Wind held a press conference at the Huatian Grand Hotel in Zhengzhou, Henan, inviting all the renowned combat sports media from across China.

Su Yi, watching Xiao Youran’s absent-minded and leisurely demeanor, could barely restrain herself from kicking him.

In the eyes of these Iron Guards, a chill glimmered, colder and more ruthless than blades. To survive countless battles, martial skill alone was far from enough; it also took a will of iron.

As a top-ranked fighter in the world, Mustafa’s recovery abilities were at least above average. Gritting his teeth against the pain in his waist and abdomen, he quickly bent his arms, tightened his guard, ducked, blocked, and swayed to defend and evade Wang Zhen’s assault.

Most of these gloves looked bulky, and many had attachments resembling rocket propulsion systems or electric attack modules—such technology had become quite common.

Now, after taking the Restorative Pill, he could replenish his depleted energy. With his vitality rekindled, it wouldn’t be long before he awakened.

Despite his nervousness, excitement bubbled within him—like all those who accomplish great deeds, when opportunity knocks, they seize it without hesitation.

Dr. Zhao frowned but could only agree. Meanwhile, Qu Xiaoxiao stuck out her tongue at the phone and made a face, knowing he would agree for sure.

She was simply fed up with this life; Mu Yingchen’s mercurial temperament had become unbearable. She couldn’t even maintain normal friendships.

The events of last night surged through my mind in vivid sequence. I remembered Guan Erchen coughing up blood—could he have died already?

He took me to the hospital, arranging for all the tests without a word. I behaved obediently, saying nothing, secretly thinking, “You were so arrogant before—scared now, aren’t you? Hmph.”

“Enough,” Lin Rongshen suddenly stepped on the gas, and the car roared in protest, making my heart race. I immediately looked outside, but the road ahead was clear, only the streetlights shining. The car hadn’t sped off; Lin Rongshen simply stared ahead, expressionless.

Beside him, Zhan Dong visibly relaxed. Once the doctor left, he slumped against the wall, looking up and saying nothing for a long time.

I truly felt like dying—if ever there was an example of burning one’s bridges or courting disaster, I was the perfect embodiment.

The compartment was silent. At a red light, Bao Yifan glanced at Andy, noticing the faint smile playing at her lips.

“Sister-in-law, Madam sent word from home. That tobacco—it works. Master Li took a few puffs and stopped complaining about the pain. He even held Madam’s hand, said many things, and remarked—‘This must mean my health is finally improving. I’ve never felt so comfortable’...” Steward Lu recounted quietly, his eyes tinged with sorrow.

As the Saint Moon intoned her chant, a beam of golden light shot from the blood-red mark on her forehead, whistling through the air before plunging fiercely into the Sacred Mountain.