Chapter Fifty-Five: A Rendezvous with a Beauty

When Chi Mu was mentioned, Jiang Mochen quietly raised his eyes to look at Mr. Chi. The latter’s face flashed with a fleeting expression of pride, but it disappeared in an instant.

“All right, today is Xiao Zhou’s homecoming. Don’t bring up anything else,” Mr. Chi said, then instructed the butler, “Go and make arrangements. Invite Miss An to dine at the Bermuda Hotel. And later, remember to send a car to take Xiao Zhou there.”

Listening to this, Jiang Mochen’s hand holding the chopsticks tightened involuntarily.

The hall fell silent once more. Nobody present uttered a word; everyone simply waited in peace for the arrival of the High Priest of the Ancient Sun Church. Now that the Sun Technique had resurfaced, only he had the right to negotiate with Phoenix Academy.

The Star Robe merely enhanced overall strength, but the Star King Seal was tied to the safety of the secret realm. If it fell into the wrong hands, the Star Dynasty’s secret realm would be left entirely unguarded.

She had once been determined to marry Lin Zhiyuan, yet never did she expect that, in the end, he would wed Qiao Xin.

Su Wuzhi, having completed the errand assigned by Mo Shaohang, drove back to Hangqian after dropping Xiao Xiao off at the Xiao residence.

Nan Xia glanced up at Lu Chenhao. Forget it, she thought—there were only a few days left anyway. He had just saved her life, so looking after him was nothing out of the ordinary.

After some time spent learning, Shen Ling’s riding skills had improved considerably; she could now gallop on her own. To encourage Shen Ling, Lu Qianmo decided to cook dumplings for her personally.

As she mused, she couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. If she quietly sold the house, she wondered just what expression that bully would have when the new owner kicked him out...

She understood now: the scoundrel’s words might be unreliable on the surface, but much of what he said was true.

Luo Jiayue was utterly opposed to this and flatly rejected Qing Cang. But Qing Cang would not let it go—he set a date for taking a concubine, then told his son Xi Hu to bring Luo Jiayue home.

“Let me introduce you—this is Ironhide, and this is Zhang Ming.” Li Gang gave a brief wave to each as his introduction.

But it was all for naught. The rules of the gourmet pavilion set by the system were ironclad, and Liu Ning, though pained, had to refuse their request for extra food without hesitation.

Seeing Kaguya Otsutsuki’s complex expression and the glimmer of reminiscence in her eyes, Zhang Miao smacked his lips again.

Moments later, the smoke cleared, and the giant sword gradually faded until it vanished completely.

Lin Ning sliced the beast meat with increasing vigor, his efficiency improving with every cut.

Of course, the most important thing was that, with Zhang Miao’s current possessions, he couldn’t afford anything expensive. The only thing he could offer was the skill he’d brought from his previous life.

Lu Lou and his companion exchanged glances, thinking to themselves: as always, if they answered plainly, they’d just be told to “get lost” again.

This sudden turn of events once again caught everyone off guard—just like when the mutant dog, after being blasted into a fireball, sprang back up moments ago.

As they were about to fly into the city, two streaks of light suddenly shot over, intercepting them in midair.

“Why bother worrying about origins? People have to look forward, don’t they? Take me—I’m from the future, but I prefer the present!” the lifebuoy chimed in.

It was almost comical—some fans, seeing tickets sell out instantly, boasted smugly about their idol’s popularity.

Well, just looking at that face—not that it was anything extraordinary—but there are always degrees of closeness. They themselves had once been favored by Yan Xiao as well, and not everyone would be bewitched by beauty alone or forget the kindness of having been looked after.

“I’m planning to give it to Ziyou. Do you think this necklace would suit her?” Han Ge stared deliberately into her eyes as he spoke.

Listening to the prime minister’s words, Di Xiaohan gave a cold laugh, her eyes brimming with confidence as she responded, “There’s no need for such formality, Prime Minister.”