Chapter 83: There’s a Problem with the Prescription

“Brother, I don’t think that’s necessary. Yan does a great job—his massages are really comfortable,” Jin Minchen said brazenly from the side.

Yan Xuan couldn’t be bothered to respond.

No one knew when Jin Bao’er had come downstairs, but upon hearing Jin Minchen’s words, she became interested at once. “What’s so comfortable? I want to try too!”

The Jin brothers spoke in unison, “No…”

Dong Cheng led the horse for Emperor Xian of Han. As he looked up at the soldiers atop the city wall of Shou County, all dressed in identical, well-made armor, he couldn’t help but swallow hard.

Fu Qingyang thought that after the second lash, he’d be prepared and wouldn’t disgrace himself by crying out in pain again.

Inside, hearing the sound of Jiang Wan’s footsteps leaving, Wang Qin thought she must have left because they wouldn’t open the door.

Jiang Shan and Yan Furong were locked in a stalemate—one had a death grip on the other’s hair, the other wouldn’t let go of her opponent’s ear, and neither was willing to relinquish their hold.

Old Zhu had a farmer dig up a bag of sweet potatoes, then carried it, stumbling and staggering toward the Lu family estate.

As if listening carefully, Fan Zhao let go of his hand, and only then did he knock on the door in the military code he’d learned—two long, three short raps.

“Jiang Wan! How dare you hit me? With a heart as vicious as yours, aren’t you afraid of retribution? Don’t you fear being struck by lightning?” Madam Jiang snarled, her eyes wide with hatred.

Grandpa Jiang called in a fury to interrogate, but the more he heard, the broader his smile grew, until even his hackles were soothed by the other party.

As promised, Yulan soon sent someone with news: Alo’s matter had been settled, and she was to rest at their estate for a few days before being taken to the county office for the registration formalities.

“Tch, if they have the guts, let them come themselves. If Grandpa ever says he’s afraid, I’ll write my name backwards,” Lu Dawei boasted, thumping his chest.

At this moment, my heart was in turmoil. Could it be that Peng Yuxin really has someone else now? Otherwise, why didn’t she accept my confession last time on the spot? Maybe her excuse about not being ready was just meant to placate me for the time being.

Lei Cheng looked at the two of them, awkward and at a loss for words. After all, during this past month, Shentu Haolong had always played the role of a frivolous playboy. This sudden transformation was something they couldn’t quite adapt to.

Mother Huo, having grown fond of City B, decided to stay. Father Huo, tied up in Country J, couldn’t leave, so she traveled back and forth between the two.

About ten minutes later, we arrived at an eight-story building. Chen Shishi said her home was on the third floor. We took the elevator up, and she unlocked the door to unit 302. As soon as I stepped in, I was struck by how cozy and warm the place felt.

Fang Ziqian nodded again, as if his soul hadn’t quite returned to his body. Yun Hui sighed, stepped forward, gave him a tug, and pushed him off to his own room to change and wash up. Fang Ziqian didn’t resist this slightly overfamiliar gesture—he simply allowed Yun Hui to guide him away.

After hanging up, Zhang Jingchu found her back drenched in sweat. She was used to high-pressure situations, but this was the first time the Chief had called her personal phone. Who could possibly ignore a call like that?

Rong Bin also got out of the car, lighting another cigarette. If one looked closely, his hands were still shaking.

Seeing me gobble down my food, Zhang Tingting scolded me, saying I must have been a starving ghost in a past life. Then she gently reminded me to eat slowly and chew thoroughly—it’s better for your health, she said. I had no choice but to obey and slow down my eating.

Then Lei Tao joined the Money Gate, following his uncle and throwing his weight around at Jinling University, where no one dared rein him in.

Fu Jingsi didn’t give Ji Rou a chance to explain. In front of everyone, he nonchalantly dropped a bombshell.

The three exchanged glances. Jun Yiao and Ji Tianya left several guards behind, then hurried after Qin Yiguan. The two had just stepped into the Poetry Pavilion when they heard those very words.