Chapter 35: The Hypocrites

"Third Brother, Niannian said she’s coming to see us in a few days!"

Xiao Wu’s excited voice rang out from nearby. She skipped toward Tang San, waving the letter she had just received, completely ignoring Yu Xiaogang, who was standing right in front of him.

She threw herself at Tang San, beaming with joy. "Third Brother, Third Brother, look! Niannian said she’s coming to visit us in a few days!"

With that, she tore open the letter and handed it to him.

Tang San looked on with a helpless expression.

"Sister-in-law, you just said you wanted to beat up Huo Min’er—let’s go, let’s go right now," Shi Heng said, rubbing his hands together.

It wasn't until he spoke that Li Feng realized he had actually met Hua An before. He was the young pharmacy assistant who had filled his prescriptions at the Hua Family Medical Clinic in Chang'an years ago. It was through him that the Hua family had reached out to Ru Hua, but Li Feng had happened to leave just before they could meet.

Even though Cristiano Ronaldo hadn't yet won the unified Ballon d'Or, it didn't prevent him and Messi from standing together in this era as the two peerless titans of the sport.

The other team members were completely disheartened. Their first match had come to an end, a dismal failure that inevitably landed them in last place, effectively "winning" the game in reverse.

Wang Dabao rolled his eyes at me, then blew a puff of smoke into my face to express his attitude.

Zhang Zhongjian sighed as he looked at Li Feng. He hadn't expected that a moment of idle curiosity would lead him to challenge someone with a physique like Li Feng's. He couldn't land a single blow, ended up exhausted to the point of collapse, and was ultimately hung from a tree by his opponent.

Zhou Beibei nodded, remarking that even Chang Ling from the School of Life Sciences and Old K from the Business School probably only reached this level at best.

Fifty or sixty security guards emerged. Though there were many of them, the scene wasn't chaotic; everything was perfectly orderly.

"Then why don't you help your aunt wash the rice?" Shu Lan said, suppressing her inner discomfort and acting as if nothing were wrong.

Every day, aside from his normal training, he had to fight. He fought three bouts a day, and Cui Minsheng forbade him from winning or losing too quickly, or else he would face severe punishment.

However, he knew in his heart that while the furniture was of good quality and well-maintained, it was still used.

Caught between the prospect of losing money from a bad review and getting a beating from her mother, versus completing the order and being humiliated by her enemy, Qu Yaoyao gritted her teeth and chose the latter. When Pei Yue opened the door and raised an eyebrow at her, she reluctantly handed over the fruit platter.

After returning home for the Lunar New Year, no family wanted to settle for less, so they did their best to make things nice. She thought the first New Year's meal was wonderful, but by the next day, she felt uneasy; the morning meal left her feeling as if she hadn't eaten at all. By noon, she was starving, but she didn't dare say a word.

Never mind the others; even the group of people who had come just to hang out would likely have joined in if the protests weren't happening almost every day.

In any case, they were both fake blue-and-white porcelain jars, so if they could be traded for two real items, it wouldn't be a loss.

On the iron plate lay a Dungeness crab with its shell removed, along with a dozen shelled prawns and a dozen mussels.

The eldest master wanted to do away with his father-in-law and husband, and his foster son was even more ruthless, intending to leave them half-dead and completely under Lady He’s control—that was true, unadulterated hatred. The old matriarch said nothing, but her silence expressed her approval of the eldest master's actions: whoever had to die, it certainly wouldn't be them.

Suddenly, a warning bugle blast echoed through the camp, abruptly halting everyone’s impulses and movements.

Wu Wei looked up at Lin Fan, his face expressionless, his eyes filled with longing, or perhaps even a plea.

Sitting in her seat, Princess Anping felt a surge of joy upon hearing that Xie Siqing had actually arrived alive. It seemed no one dared to defy the Prince Rong Mansion after all. Therefore, this Xie Siqing should now be under her command.

At that moment, Old Ge felt an immense sense of relief, but because there were too many people in the living room, he held back and didn't make a sound.