Chapter 113: A Proposal to Build a House

Mother Gu’s words tore away the veil Gu Tingchuan had kept for years. He had always felt that his parents loved his younger brother more than him, but in truth he was the one who had enjoyed more of their care. If his parents had not been there these years, his life would certainly not be so easy now.

It is more accurate to say his parents did not merely live with him; they were supporting him. All the money his parents earned over these years had been spent on him. Left to himself, he did not know when he would ever earn enough for a large tiled house, much less have anything left over.

For a moment he flushed red with shame and lowered his head.

Mrs. Gu, the elder sister-in-law, had never imagined the family had so much spare money—enough to build a brick house.

He first acknowledged the teacher’s message, then sent the screenshot to Shang Wanzhou.

The three rose and moved to the back, and there, beneath the offering platform, a dark opening appeared with steps leading downward.

It was Zhou Boran again. In his memory he always appeared with Jiang Yibin every few days, and as Jiang Yibin’s close friend, there was nothing wrong about him showing up at the Jiang house.

Daya, who had already been crying out for “Mother,” felt all the more remorseful. It was all her fault; if only she had followed the madam and gone with her, Mother would not have had to part from her because of her.

Everyone chose sunflowers as their graduation bouquets, most often for the meaning “to grow toward the sun, with a bright future.” Zhiyi used this as an excuse, though the flower language of sunflowers is actually “silent, unspoken love.”

At ten o’clock that night, the cottage was again crowded with people. They paced back and forth as if preparing for something.

Pei Yan lifted the side-house door with his hand and pushed it open. The curtains inside were half drawn, and light and shadow mingled across the room.

With so many relatives in the family, Tan Jincheng could only provide support with wages to this extent; anything more might easily create conflict. He was also the younger member, and if he mismanaged things his parents would be embarrassed.

Pei Yan did not dare to relax. As he rolled over, he surged forward toward the one black eye standing up.

I put my phone away and smiled. I’m glad I always carry my phone with me; otherwise I would have been in real trouble.

She never expected that once she slept, she would truly drift off; it was a sharp jolt that woke her. She opened her eyes dazedly and only then realized she had been rear-ended.

Only then did Cheng Shifei understand why Xiayang had taken him to the Eastern Depot: it was to rescue his father.

A hundred thousand years ago you could not defeat him; it is the same now, Donghuang said coldly. Victory and defeat are not always simple opposites. A hundred thousand years ago, Donghuang had triumphed over Emperor Jun, yet had also been defeated in Emperor Jun’s own hands. Donghuang won by strength, but he lost the hearts of people.

In essence, he kept the personnel assignments exactly as Di Long had originally given him, without adjusting them. Ding Ruchang was also extremely helpless about this, so in the end he had to submit to the situation and stop those useless transfers of commanders.

Chu Yaner stood on the roadside, watching Lan Chengzhe and the others leave, her head lowered as tears dropped down one by one.

After Sun Zhiren finished speaking, Asao Taro kept standing there, bowing to Sun Zhiren again and again in apology.

It cannot be denied that Su Yuyang still refuses to let Ling Miao stop her updates. Of course, it is not because he is trying to catch up on serialized chapters; he simply does not want Ling Miao to blame him later.

After hearing Di Long’s analysis, Cian fell into thought. As the last decision-maker of the Great Qing, the decisions he made would affect the dynasty’s direction for decades. A ruler who had once been a wandering swordsman could not, with a careless flourish, make a decision that involved the fate of a nation.

As for this, Yang Lipeng did not know how to offer comfort, and he was very exhausted. The school had already hinted that he would not be hired next semester. Although he had prepared himself, he was still deeply disappointed.

The simplest course would have been to apologize, admit his fault, and return the Flowerfield property. But he simply could not bring himself to do it, so he comforted himself that her situation was so dire now she clearly had no money left, and even if he had not tampered with things before, she would have had no money then either to redeem the Flowerfield estate.

After leaving the police station with Zhuang Zhilan, Suyue looked up at the star-filled sky and took a deep breath.