Chapter 117: Watching a Movie or Sleeping

After heading out at the break of dawn, cycling over ten kilometers, and spending the day in the bustle, even the black cat felt exhausted upon returning to the quiet rented room.

Fat Ink lazily leaped onto the sofa, settled into his favorite spot, and rolled onto his back to sleep.

Li Wanyin, Wu Jiayun, and Yan Yufei were also worn out. They slumped onto the sofa one after another, piling up on Li Wanyin like a human train.

"Oh, you guys are so heavy..."

Yet, there are always those with a resilient mindset. The man called Zhuangzi, though unsettled, was not as tense as the others.

Chu Yu grabbed her arm and pulled her firmly, causing her soft, fragrant body to fall right into his embrace.

Jian Man knew Huo Nantian’s intentions all too well, so she figured using him to scare them a little shouldn't be considered excessive.

To enter the Censorate was to become an investigating censor. Unlike the palace censors responsible for court discussions and special missions, or the palace attendant censors who dealt with breaches of etiquette during official gatherings and rumors in the capital, the investigating censor’s role was the most grueling, lowest in status, and easiest to make enemies in. Despite the weight of the position, almost no one wanted it.

Gu Zi’an looked at the clock—only three minutes left until 8:20. Just as she was debating whether to give him another call, her phone suddenly vibrated. Catching a glimpse of the name, she gave a start, feeling for the first time that his call had come at the perfect moment.

She sat up in bed, wrapped in her quilt, and stared blankly at the flowers on the table for a moment. They were a mythical variety, non-existent in the outside world, and bore a striking resemblance to him—gorgeous, enchanting, and burning with brilliance.

She had no regrets about either side of her affairs; she had built both up with her own two hands. The Canghua Group and the Qingyan Gang complemented each other; otherwise, how could she have reached these heights so quickly in such a short time?

In particular, Lu Shengyuan’s constant protection of Lu Xiaoyin had chilled the heart of Princess Xinyang. Everyone knew the couple was harmonious in appearance only, with divided hearts.

Qi Shan was stunned. Since she hadn't been at the scene, she had only heard the palace servants' accounts. She hadn't expected Su Zhao to die just like that.

Once the group was out of sight, he clutched his hand warmer and turned toward the snow-covered ground. He wanted to set the warmer down to sweep, but couldn't bear to part with it. As he struggled with the dilemma and prepared to tuck it into his robes, the steward walked over.

His dream was to become a professional jockey, but alas, the ideal was plump while reality was skeletal. After all, horse racing was an incredibly expensive sport that he simply couldn't afford. Fortunately, equestrianism was beginning to develop in China, and with his skills, working as a horse trainer wouldn't be a bad alternative.

The stall owner was also taken aback, not expecting such a stroke of luck. As a seller, he naturally wanted the highest price possible.

Ye Qingfeng was utterly bewildered. Frowning and rubbing his chin, he wondered if the man was perhaps mentally ill.

After Shopkeeper Zhang entered the residence of the Fire Fruit King, he found the King in rags, chest bared, sprawled in a star shape while six scantily clad attendants served him.

Many assume that those holding green cards for the United States are elites from prestigious universities working at major corporations, and that political asylum is rare. The reality, however, is the exact opposite: in the U.S., green cards granted for political asylum far outnumber those for employment, skills, or investment.

Gu Ling’er looked up quickly, her clear eyes like a pool of tranquil spring water, watching the big brother she admired so deeply without a flicker of movement.

In front of his son, Father Bao no longer felt any pride of his own; or rather, he took such pride in his son that he felt like the master of the world.

Tang Xiaoxiao, however, was frowning tightly as she looked toward the command post ahead. Her heart was filled with anxiety, hoping with all her might that Li Chao was truly inside.

A sudden wave of distress washed over Su Mengyao. An inexplicable heartache left her breathless, and tears she couldn't hold back spilled from her eyes, dripping onto the arm that Meixiang was holding.