Chapter 62: Wen Ni Causes Trouble at the Family Dinner

Jiang Shaobai spoke without the slightest hesitation, “Others can be considered, but absolutely not Wen Ni.”
Jiang Shaozhang was left speechless.
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Wen Ni returned downstairs.
She saw Zhou Jingyi standing by the car.
The dusk cast a cool silver sheen over the man’s features. His slender fingers held a cigarette, the ember glowing red and fading in the breeze.
His white shirt was unbuttoned at the top, revealing a glimpse of his collarbone.
Though his body was shrouded in the haze of smoke, he exuded an air of detachment, untouched by the dust of the world.
As if he didn’t belong in this brightly lit world at all.
Wen Ni’s steps faltered slightly.
She walked over.
She stopped by Zhou Jingyi’s side.
Smoke curled and drifted, blurring Zhou Jingyi...
She saw Jing Sixue and four nannies quietly sitting in chairs, looking after the four children. As for Shu Qing, she was already nowhere to be seen.
The moment Wu You crashed into the wall, everyone clearly heard the sound of bones breaking. The chilling crack made everyone’s scalp tingle.
After seeing that embroidered pouch, no one could pretend to remain unmoved. The embroidery was exquisite, and it seemed Ji Dongxue was not at all as the rumors had suggested.
Just before getting in the car, Wen Simu reached out her right hand in thanks, quietly arranging another meeting.

At this point, Lu Qinghan had completely forgotten Wen Xi. She had brought up several times that Wen Xi disliked her, that Wen Xi bullied her, but Lu Qinghan always took her side. She thought for a moment, then stepped out with an innocent, pure smile and knocked on the car window, “Sister Wen Xi.”
Dan Qian opened the wooden box and looked at the round, plump Earth-Grade Vein Cleansing Pill inside, a smile blooming on his face.
He had to find something to do. The more idle he was, the more bored he became, and the less he wanted to get anything done.
Ye Xi was at a loss, finally realizing why Guan Jingxing felt so different in person compared to his online presence.
But when they arrived at the Xuanwu Gate of the Taiji Palace, they could already see flames rising from the Eastern Palace in the distance, with cries and wails piercing the air—the palace was in chaos.
Han Tian raised his voice, saying that since this was a martial competition, injury or death was inevitable. Everyone had signed a death waiver, and he would report to the Jinan authorities.
“I’ve heard that Luoyang is as bustling as Chang’an, but with its own unique charm. I’ve always longed to see it myself.” Gu Mingzhu, delighted, sat down and gazed at Cui Lin with sparkling eyes.
But things did not go as hoped. Wanyan Cabbage had first lost her martial arts in my hands at the Inner Manor, then was tormented by Zhang Youqian and me until she was barely human. Hu Yan Wuneng was also worried that should anything happen to Wanyan Zhen, the Emperor of Northern Zhou would not easily forgive him, even if he was Hu Yan Wudi’s own brother.
“What a pity...” Daoist Hongyun shook his head, having calmed down now. This time, by using the laws of fate and causality, he had stripped Zhou Tianci of his fortune. But fate is unpredictable; he hadn’t expected that Zhou Tianci’s destiny could not help him ascend.
Of course, Tsunade and the others were not destined to absorb natural energy yet. They couldn’t even sense its presence. The recent incident was purely due to the high concentration of natural energy in the mist, much higher than outside, leading to an invasion of their bodies.
“Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing. For now, let’s see how it works.” Wu Xi picked up a low-grade Qianyuan Pill and swallowed it.
If Li Hao was willing to cook, the food would surely taste wonderful. Everyone watched eagerly to see what delicacies he would create, and after following him around, their stomachs began to rumble.
“Over there—the dog demon and the chicken spirit have already been captured by him,” the tiger demon nervously reported.
But as the old saying goes, dreams are always the opposite of reality. This was strongly confirmed when she returned to Vermilion Bird Tower a few days later.
Every word they spoke, every syllable, was like a sharp blade, mercilessly slicing into Lin Yuxi’s heart, intent on bringing her to her knees.
“Fine! Since Director Luo won’t intervene, that makes things easier! I know exactly what to do now!” Jiang Shao was completely blinded by hatred, having lost all reason, and paid no heed to the hidden meaning behind Director Luo’s words.
These people were not deaf. Upon hearing the commotion, they rushed over. Shocked and horrified, they soon found themselves entangled in battle with the black-clad guards.
Jing Fu hoped to be someone who could stand as his equal, not someone who always needed looking after. Such a marriage would not last.

Why did Xing Qiong want to distance herself? Did she resent her for injecting her with “Bone Devourer,” or was it something else?
“Is it dissatisfaction with the Wang family? If you ask me, the Wang family is far too ostentatious,” Jing Fu shook her head in disapproval.
Gu Beimo leaned close to her ear, “Just a boyfriend? That’s not enough!” With that, he kissed Bai Qianman’s earlobe.
As usual, the table was piled with delicious food. Chen Feng made no pretense, picking up his bowl and eating as if he’d just been released from a prison cell.
Lin Hao was right—he was conceited, arrogant, always believing his medical skills were profound.
Seeing how easily so many girls added him on QQ, Lin Zhuoyue felt a strange pang of jealousy.
The black bear collapsed on the ground, utterly exhausted—this was more exercise than he’d had in a whole month.
Everyone speculated among themselves. Although they knew Liu Wei was the wife of Shen Bing, the deputy director of the Central South Institute, her relationship with Ming Shiyin was much too close. Rumors began to circulate that the child in Liu Wei’s belly was actually Ming Shiyin’s.
Brother Zhou’s real name was Zhou Qin, Zhou Yuan’s elder brother. This clothing factory was run by the two siblings.
Suddenly, a massive blue flame dragon soared into the sky, instantly engulfing the black-gold hunter’s smoky form in a fierce blaze.
All the life essence surged into Lu Yan’s body, the Spirit of the Spleen bursting with divine radiance, growing ever stronger, an aura of profound weight spreading outward.
“If we set out from the Desolate Ancient Forbidden Land, the variables are simply too great.” Lu Yan sighed inwardly, then flew high into the sky, preparing to leave.
Who knows in front of which contestant he’d been defeated—now missing an arm and a leg.
The three God Emperors about to duel suddenly felt a heavy weight press them to the ground, as if an enormous hand had pinned them down.
Ming Qian already knew that the Crown Prince had long since ascended. It had been more than a hundred years, so why did Xue Lingfeng still search for him? And why was the Crown Prince’s Xuantian Sword left in Linjiang Town, containing a trace of star power left after his ascension?