Chapter 103: I’ve Come to Ask for a Divorce

Si Yao glanced at the album, her gaze icy as she looked toward Stephen, who had been incessantly noisy all along and still was—so much so that she felt like killing him.

Finally, after holding back for a moment, she spat out, "Get out."

Her throat was unbearably itchy, the urge to cough nearly overwhelming her. As she coughed, she struck him with the album he had handed over. "Get out!"

Stephen...

Black Wind snorted coldly and stepped aside. Bathed in the sunset glow, his expression grew even more profound.

Rather than admiring the idol beauties, he longed to end this ordeal and return home to explore how to reenter that strange world.

In the midst of darkness, the extending staircase resembled a sacred passage, involuntarily bringing a mysterious smile to my lips.

Those words silenced the entire hall. Before anyone could erupt in uproar, Xu Xianjun’s lips curled into a sly smile: "Because they are all my legitimately wedded wives. When kings meet kings, of course there will be quarrels." With that, he turned and left.

Tong Dawei’s words were just an excuse; the program lasted only a month, and by the time Zhang Yuxi returned, it would have long been over.

"You must understand that I'm not joking. Maybe you don’t get it now, but if you hear this story, perhaps you won’t react so strongly." Surprisingly, she did not speak sternly to me; instead, her eyes softened considerably.

The math exam on the first morning did not go well for Zhao Hui—some fill-in-the-blank questions were ambiguous, and there were a few major problems she couldn’t solve.

He gave a bitter smile, his gaze sweeping over my tightly pressed lips. His eyes, wearied by injury, grew helpless, prompting him instinctively to lean closer to me once more.

The former required someone between thirty-five and forty-three years old, standing from 1.75 to 1.80 meters tall, with more than ten years of acting experience.

Seeing that he showed no intention of dodging, I froze all expression on my face. Was this really the Z I knew? Looking at his sweat-streaked face full of discontent, I frowned in disbelief.

Helpless, she had no choice but to temporarily abandon the plan. Resentfully, she pushed Mother Gu back to her original place and locked the latch, never once letting her see her face.

And so it went—Hao Yu and the others rested after each stretch, then pressed on; when tired, they would take breaks, recover, and move forward again. Two days passed this way, yet they found no trace of an exit. They had scoured nearly the entire secret realm, leaving only a few spots untouched.

Returning to the familiar mountain base, Hao Yu stepped firmly as always, climbing the mountain once more.

"Of course, that’s because..." Bai San began but fell silent, smiling as he looked toward the doorway.

I paused, caught off guard. His tone held a faint tenderness, much like the way Tongluo would speak.

Behind Hao Yu stood an ordinary evolved human—a young man. Seeing Hao Yu, who also appeared to be an evolved human, he took the initiative to speak.

He asked every question about me—from age to height, from how many boyfriends I’d had to what kind of men I liked.

Taking a shower almost felt like losing half my life, but being held again in Song Guyan’s arms was, perhaps, a blessing in disguise.

Upon hearing the title "Mrs. Shao," Zhou Zhining’s expression shifted slightly, and her smile faded instantly.

"I’ll take you back," Ji Kai said, seemingly impervious to persuasion, his face unchanging yet gentle.

Indeed, since this was someone Duanmu Chuze admired, their character naturally couldn’t be bad.

Judging from this single matter, Xia Moling was a master of disguise. Her innocence, kindness, and beauty perfectly concealed all her malicious intentions.

She had a habit of afternoon snacks; if she didn’t eat something, she felt uncomfortable. Now, with Huang Yuanshou in charge of rationing, even the city lord’s mansion was no exception.