Chapter Fifty-Nine: Our Family Will Only Grow Better

The police were caught off guard, and it was the auxiliary officer beside them who managed to pull him back, though he still ended up with several bloody scratches from the other party. This time, the two officers were truly enraged. One of them swiftly drew a pair of handcuffs from his belt. "We'll bring you in to the station on charges of obstructing official duties!"

The two officers escorted Aunt Liu into the police car. The entire sequence took less than two minutes, leaving Yanxuan stunned...

These five men were outstanding, peerless figures rarely seen in this world. For Jin’er to be with them was truly her extraordinary good fortune.

The man playing the zither wore a lake-blue inner garment covered by a translucent white robe. His jet-black hair was half-tied, half-cascading down to his waist. His jade-like fingers danced nimbly across the strings, playing with focused attention, his long lashes fanning out like a delicate screen, his expression tranquil and beautiful.

Zhuge Feng’s heart softened at once. Over the years, Consort Chen’s continued favor stemmed from her artful coquettishness, or, as now, her tear-stained, pear-blossom-like visage that especially evoked Lan Yi.

Li Er had been startled by me at first, thinking I had recovered. But seeing the state I was in now, he merely snorted coldly and ignored me, turning his attention back to drain the blood corpse’s vital essence.

At that critical moment, a scorched, charcoal-black hand suddenly darted out, seizing Wu Xiangyu’s delicate white hand in a tight grip, stopping her in her tracks.

The Blood Spirit Puppet raised its fork to block, and the silver, lightning-charged fist crashed heavily against the iron prongs. The fierce power forced the Blood Spirit Puppet to retreat several dozen steps in succession.

Once at the police station, if they discovered this was my doing—regardless of the logic—I would certainly be detained and convicted... No! That would be the end for me! Lu Jinpeng’s heart pounded in panic, and he involuntarily took a step back.

Lin Huihui struggled to crawl to the edge of the bed. Seeing his outstretched hand, she stuffed the contract into her mouth and began chewing it in large bites.

With a smile at the corner of her lips and a red fox fur coat draped over her, Jiang Yunxian’s face appeared ever more delicate and radiant, her features gradually blossoming with the breathtaking beauty of her youth. Before long, the title of the most beautiful woman would surely return to her.

Perhaps because of the snowfall, there were far fewer people than usual outside the company; everyone had hidden away in their offices, reluctant to venture out.

At such a critical juncture, not only did Li Muyang refrain from distancing himself, but he took the initiative to visit the Black Prison... Such behavior was indeed peculiar.

What made Chen Qing’s eyelids twitch was that these words contained the names of all sorts of legendary, almost mythical figures from history.

The moment Liu Yu heard Yang Qian say she would pay today, he perked up and, half disbelieving, looked at her and asked.

As the man in black calmly posed his question, a foul-smelling liquid trickled steadily from the ankle of the thug in his grasp.

The cool, fragile beauty at her peak, the very embodiment of unrequited love—Akina Nakamori, who had repeatedly broken down in tears while singing love songs. But now, these love songs seemed tinged with the sweet, sour scent of romance.

Xu Chen’s achievements in the Hong Kong music scene were well known even in the mainland; he was at least on par with the “Four Heavenly Kings,” otherwise he would never have ascended to the throne of Mandopop.

Gu Junlin braced Feng Qingxian’s shoulder with his hand, pressing her against the wall, then proceeded to wind the iron chain around her wrists.

As military orders were relayed down the chain of command, Chen Qing left the rest to others. With his level of command, further involvement would only create more chaos.

He offered his thanks first. No matter what, after Li Yuechan lost consciousness, it was Ning Waner who carried his sister home.

As Aunt Su channeled her spiritual power, her body immediately floated into the air, streaks of dark purple light streaming from her form and merging into the deck of the flying vessel below.

After the death of Consort Ling, his guilt kept him awake night after night. No matter what Nalan Xiao thought of him, after losing his mother, Ah Heng not only received no comfort, but was further suppressed. In this, as a father, he had truly failed.