Chapter Seventy: A Young Lady’s Companion

“Sister Ting, do you know her?”
“I don’t know Wei Duo’er personally, but I do know the Wei family—they’re the richest in Jiangsu Province. If I’m not mistaken, she must belong to that family.” Wu Youting was delighted. “Looks like we’ve got a promising start.”
“But she said she’d wait until my place is renovated before making a decision.”
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“Prophet, in your opinion, how much longer will this battle last?” Tong Le shifted the subject to the scene outside, so the Prophet wouldn’t have to dwell on the Beast Emperor any longer.
Rubbing her aching legs, Gu Qiqi finally decided to take a cab home. But this street was far from bustling, and at this hour, hailing a taxi was nearly impossible.
“Once we’re inside, our phones won’t get any signal. We’ll be on our own, unable to contact each other. If you run into something you can’t handle, set off this flare. We’ll regroup at the forest’s exit,” the White Emperor explained simply to Lin Yu and Lin Zi.
Given the long-standing rivalry between the Celtics and the Lakers in the finals, it’s fair to call them arch-enemies, isn’t it?
He couldn’t help but lament his luck—why did he have to be on duty when someone like Lu Chen showed up? The wound was already tricky enough to treat, and now he had to work in the oppressive presence of that overwhelming aura.
What must life be like in heaven? Her only reference was the handful of mythological TV dramas she’d seen.
“Look at you—you’re all just as eager to see the world outside. You only pretend you want to challenge me; in reality, you just want to have some fun! Don’t push all the blame onto me with such high-sounding excuses. You know what I’m really like!” Aura laughed heartily and pointed at the giant dragon.
“Retreat! Retreat!” Jing Xiong realized it too—if they stayed any longer, even fleeing into the mountains wouldn’t guarantee safety.
After Du Jia nodded in thanks, he followed the old man into the yard. The old man promptly shut the door with a bang, clearly having no intention of entertaining any more guests.
Two days later, Master Lu sent out invitations for Lu Chen and Gu Qiqi’s engagement ceremony, publicly announcing the wedding date and even buying out several media headlines to cover the event.
Wine from the Central Plains, unlike the fiery spirits of the North, was smoother and more gentle, each sip bringing a gentle warmth to the chest.
Master Lin, originally named Lin Xunfang, had traveled widely in his youth, building a vast enterprise with his bare hands—a man of much experience and insight.
“Chu Ning, since you’re here, why not stay and talk with me a while?” Lin Yuhao suddenly called to Chu Ning.
In his eyes, aside from the red-haired elder whose strength was unfathomable, the others felt even weaker than Fan Yang. That was why he pretended to be foolish, hoping to slip by unnoticed.
“I’m sorry, Mom. I’m really useless—I can’t help at all,” Chu Ning apologized to Ye Mei.
Though he sometimes glimpsed aversion in the man’s eyes, at least he’d never gone hungry, nor had he ever been scolded or beaten. He’d believed those were the happiest days of his life.
Such a strange occurrence—everyone present had neither heard nor seen its like, not even Xu Yang, who’d been in on the secret beforehand.
A few days ago, Qin Fen heard from Hu Xuba, newly returned from Dongguan, that Chen Chumo had been in a car accident in the city. The injuries were severe—multiple fractures and even facial scars.
“It’s only natural. You were born into the Jia family, as was I; of course I want the best for our family,” Yingchun replied. In this era, a daughter’s fate was inseparable from her family’s. Though the Jia family had its troubles, there was much to cherish and remember.
Whatever form it took, as long as they were willing to compromise, it was enough. The vast estate of the Rongguo House—he was willing to part with it, but if he could avoid it, he would. After all, who ever complains about having too much money?