Chapter 103: The Pursuit
“All right, Feng Xiaoxiao, you’d better go to sleep now. If you cause any trouble later, I’m afraid your father won’t become a movie star,” Li Feihu coaxed gently.
Feng Xiaoxiao hugged her little bear and nodded obediently.
“Then I’ll go to bed. Daddy must become a movie star, and I won’t cause any trouble.”
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Earlier, when she was out with Qiuyue, they encountered the newly arrived Wen Xiuyuan, who humiliated her thoroughly.
Judging by her concern for the emperor’s reaction, some matters had slipped entirely beyond her control and were far more serious than she had anticipated.
“You’re right. Lin’er was born with autism. For years, my grandfather has been traveling the world seeking medical help for him. Only now has he reached this state. Although Lin’er is willing to interact with others, he still hasn’t spoken a single word,” Long Beiqing explained.
Long Sijue looked over the suggestions he had sent, unsure if they would work. It seemed that Xun’er truly disliked him now, and he had lost all confidence in himself.
I hurried over, but Zhu Zhan rushed forward, pulling me behind him. With a swift twist of his wrist, a sharp blade stabbed toward the man.
Although grandma couldn’t raise me, she would often call me over for meals and secretly ask how Old Yu treated me, whether he did anything inappropriate.
Yun Nuannuan felt a sudden chill under his gaze, recalling how he had looked moments before, as if ready to “execute her on the spot.”
The Dongfang family was exceptionally kind, tolerant of everyone. She truly admired the values upheld in their household.
After the nails were hammered in, as he prepared to lift the coffin lid, I quietly stepped back two paces.
I nodded carelessly, tears falling as I took out a talisman of soul restraint, hoping to take Da Hu away with me. Unexpectedly, he dodged.
A faint smile appeared on Qin Kexin’s face—an expression unique to Qin Ya, the Qin family’s rarest gem of a younger sister. Though Qin Ya often claimed he was the family’s most precious, he always insisted his cousin was.
Though treatment combined with medication helped her recover to near-normalcy, she couldn’t endure any emotional setbacks, or her illness would relapse.
“Knowing his heart no longer belongs to me, why should I humiliate myself? From now on, I’ll simply cherish my treasure and live out the rest of my days well.” At some point, Jinxiu had become a mere shell of herself.
After the two left, seeing the soul drift into Ye Ming’s body and its pallid complexion somewhat restored, Zhuo Fuhai silently withdrew to a secluded place.
His tone remained as calm as ever, though far softer than the icy sharpness he showed when first confronting Yu Xinlong. This subtle change gave Yu Xinlong a glimmer of hope.
Lin Ruqiang knew Bai Jianjia’s remark was a casual joke and smiled in response, his simple smile following naturally.
When Fang Tianji woke, the remaining soldiers seemed to find their anchor once more, their faces flush with excitement and tears.
The victims had expressed willingness to accept apologies, so the other townsfolk had little to object to; after a few words, the crowd dispersed.
Seeing his wife unusually cheerful and wholly focused on him—normally her eyes flitted between their two sons, anxious they might fall or run off—Qin Wafan felt overwhelmed by how cherished he was. Yes, cherished—an unfamiliar but thrilling feeling.
Though she was physically and emotionally distressed, she refused to surrender to the empress so easily, silently biting her lip and persevering.
That morning, Madam Wang finished arranging the household affairs and, recalling that Wang Ke had taken Dongyue to the estate early, curiosity compelled her to have a carriage prepared and head toward the manor.