Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Donation

The workers’ representatives looked at Chen Wei with gratitude. They knew he was the big boss, so his word definitely counted. After leaving the conference room, they conveyed Chen Wei’s attitude to everyone, and then everyone went to work.

Huo Linxue clutched her head and wept bitterly. Such a man made her laugh and cry at once—hurting her deeply while still protecting her. Why? Why treat me this way, Shenlong Jinchen? Tell me, why?

The meeting place was still the Royal Hotel. Wu Zheng had shown sincerity by arriving early, much to Yang Ming’s satisfaction. This made Yang Ming feel a bit embarrassed even to ask for a larger share from Wu Zheng.

Vision and smell were simultaneously impaired. All the dog-headed beastmen could no longer move properly. Allen created yet another chance to escape.

“Hiss~” Yang Ming was somewhat surprised. Since when had He Caixia become so bold? Looking at the others, their eyes were glazed as they tugged at their collars, revealing glimpses of various mountain peaks in different forms.

Above the sky, the heavy rain gradually ceased, the dark clouds dispersed, and sunlight poured down. A radiant rainbow bridge arched between the river and the sky.

“Because you have inherited the bloodline of the former Duke of Weston, making you the most legitimate heir,” Allen answered truthfully.

Actually, there was nothing much to tidy up in the room. The bed, quilt, toothbrush, and cup were all new. So Zhao Jian brought nothing and simply came to school by himself. The school provided uniforms from underwear to coats. You could choose not to wear the underwear they provided, but the outer garments were mandatory.

After Yang Ming finished speaking, he slapped his butt and left. Jin Sanpang was so furious he nearly lost his mind. He turned and led his bodyguards back to the plaza downstairs, staring foolishly up at the fifth floor.

The class reunion passed in a bland, uneventful manner. Thanks to Chen Ze, his savings had grown well, but the meal to follow inevitably involved a few more things.

“Uh, I’ll tell you later. Let’s go back first!” Luo Qiaoyu didn’t know how to explain and urged him to return first.

—He neither took action himself nor allowed his subordinates to cause trouble. Moreover, he restrained himself, never showing any inappropriate emotions in front of his subordinates or others, lest they engage in inexplicable “overthinking.”

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“After this, when it’s over, the Emperor will arrange a marriage for the Seventh Prince,” General Huyan said, eyes still fixed on Huyan Nuanxin. Huyan Nuanxin nodded in response and fell silent.

Suddenly, before him appeared the hysterical image of Ji Yi Pin being burned, softening his heart.

At this moment, Tian Yun was filled with deep regret. How he wished that blow had landed on him instead—at least then, Qiuxin would be unharmed.

At that moment, a cold wind blew, making the old lady’s hair stand on end. A cold sweat broke out on her back as she shuddered violently.

“The imperial physician said there’s nothing wrong, but he must rest well. However, the Crown Prince’s current state…” The maid hesitated, then sighed helplessly.

“I said, I want to go to the fourth floor!” Lin Yun’er’s cheeks flushed even redder. She shouted at Tang Ming, who was blocking the elevator buttons.

A sudden metallic clash rang out, sparks flying in a shower of fiery rain. The powerful recoil threw both men back quickly. They stared at each other gravely, clearly aware of the deep threat each posed.

Although Jun Li disliked meeting a scoundrel so early in the morning, she would not punish her own body. So after sitting down, she picked up a bowl of green barley porridge and began to eat.

On the nineteenth day of the tenth month, in the tenth year of Yong’an, after returning from the hunting grounds with a slight cold, Emperor Yong’an decreed that the Seventh Prince Li Lingzhe, who had not yet returned to the palace from the suburbs, would be named Crown Prince.

“So how do you use this? Just holding it will make ghosts and monsters stay away?” I asked.

In front of the servants, the primary wife felt a bit embarrassed, but fortunately, the prince was mild-tempered and easygoing. He seemed to understand that the prince had encountered misfortune after leaving today.

Yet if time could be rewound, taking him back three years, he would probably make the same choice. Yes. Calmly reflecting, he did not regret it. Paradoxically, though his actions had violated his usual principles, they aligned perfectly with a deeply held belief he revered.

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After hearing Master Tang’s words, I begged him to take me to find the hermit. I was willing to pay any price, as long as my Qingqing could be saved. Master Tang said money was not the issue; he also felt responsible and saw it as atonement. However, the hope was slim, and he urged me to prepare for the worst.

The hand gripping the firewood knife could not loosen its hold for a long time. Even after the knife fell, the fingers remained clenched, unable to open fully… Both arms tingled numbly, as if they no longer belonged to him.

Just as Gu Hanhao was pacing anxiously, his phone vibrated. The caller ID showed it was Liu Fan.

Fu Qing’s achievements today were all thanks to his ancestors, while Fu Yuan’s success was largely his own effort. His influence spread throughout the entire Northern Territories. Both the underworld and the respectable realm treated Fu Yuan with deference. Even the Yellow Turban Gang’s Zhou Ye praised him as a “true man” upon hearing his name.

Upon hearing this, Ling Lan wanted to erupt, but before she could speak, Gu Hanhao’s phone ringtone interrupted her.

Pausing, Li Chuyi looked around. Honestly, he really wanted to stay longer, to savor the traces his mother had left behind.

At this moment, the Thunder Demon Lord clearly saw Tian Ming, his expression changing dramatically—most vividly.

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