Breaking Free from His Control

"Sending her over was also meant to give her and Xie Chenhao a proper chance to cultivate their relationship," the man said, his expression completely normal. "Now, she just ups and leaves Xie Chenhao over a minor disagreement and comes straight back. If word of this gets out, how will the Xie family view her, and how will they view our Gu family?"
Mother Gu's lips twitched slightly, but any words of defense refused to pass her lips.
"To ensure things go smoothly..."
"I am right here!" The young policeman clutched his rear end, staggering backward to reveal the figure seated backwards on a chair. As the chair slowly turned, Zhang Xinsheng gave a faint reply with an inexplicable expression.
With a dull thud, a sharp throwing knife brushed past Liao Shengjie's temple and embedded itself straight into the wall beside his ear. Glancing sideways slightly to catch the sight of the cold, gleaming blade, a cold sweat broke out all over his body, turning his somewhat dark complexion stark white.
Every single word Xiao Yingdi uttered was like an invisible blade plunging deep into Lu Diqian's heart, leaving it bleeding and agonizingly painful.
After waiting for a moment, they heard a few shouts from inside the courtyard wall: "Chen San! Chen San!" That Chen San responded, and the voice inside called out again: "The few of us have packed up several bundles; catch them for us from the outside." Chen San gave another affirmative response.
"I should be asking you, what is it that you actually want?" In truth, Xuanyuan Yichen really wanted to ask if Liu Qingyan was angry because of the remark he had just made, because her reaction had vastly exceeded his expectations. It felt as though she was not merely angry, but that there were deeper secrets concealed within her response.
Rui Ren nodded with a half-understanding look, wearing a very earnest expression. Fangfei, however, understood a fair bit of it; at least she knew that Shuyuan was offering comfort: who her biological mother was could not determine what kind of person she would become in the future—the only person who could decide that was herself.
The protagonists of the final two rings had been carried away one after the other. Those remaining in the arena were all pondering the exact same question: could this competition be considered concluded right here? And if the match was indeed over, then who was the ultimate victor and champion?
Therefore, Li Chengpeng had already abandoned the idea of introducing Zhang Xinsheng. They finished their meal in a daze, deciding that tomorrow's match would be played however it needed to be played; he simply refused to believe that Zhang Xinsheng would come out on the losing end.
Never had he imagined that Qin Yantong had already used the sword of wisdom to sever all earthly affections during her tribulation. Having reached such a realm, she would inevitably sense it the moment anything went wrong with those closest to her.
Li Jiancheng examined it closely once more. Just a moment ago, he had been captivated by the grand development zone plan and had paid no attention to the formatting of the report. Looking at it again now, he realized what had felt amiss the first time he read it, and finally understood.
The river behind them was split right down the middle by a massive boulder planted upon the rock platform, dividing the current into two streams that plunged downward into a pool below like twin ribbons of silk—a truly magnificent sight.
Hearing that the patient was in danger, the vice president and the professors quickly crowded around. They originally intended to step forward and help, but Shen Lian blocked them from approaching.
Because advertisements for it were pasted all over Chang'an, coupled with the city's thriving commerce where merchants from all regions and the Western Regions gathered—most of whom were wealthy—along with all the nobility and elites of Chang'an... the tense atmosphere surrounding the rush to purchase generators grew increasingly intense.
"Where is he?" Tang'er's voice lacked its former gentleness, carrying instead the interrogative tone of a police officer questioning a suspect.
"Fine, we'll do it your way, old timer. We'll head over to that bizarre and wondrous realm as long as we don't return to the ocean; those three old monsters must be searching everywhere for us," Zhao Shiyu said with a slightly embarrassed expression.
Liu Qingqing sat at the very end of the table, lighting a Marlboro cigarette. She had been smoking it continuously ever since she walked in, barely taking a break. Though she had applied powder to her face, it could hardly conceal her dark circles. Aside from that solitary flash of bold red lipstick still blooming proudly, she looked far more dimmed than usual.