Volume One, Chapter Twenty-One: Fed While Sitting on His Lap

Smash—

The cup was hurled to the floor with a violent crack, shattering into pieces.

Qin Keling’s expression was clouded with displeasure. “Ha! Is it not enough for her to be a lackey for the merchants? Now she comes to our Qin family to throw her weight around—does she really think I’ll tolerate her?”

“Let me think of how to teach her a truly unforgettable lesson.”

Cheng Xinsu mentioned casually, “Keling, do you remember that woman from the bamboo grove in Western Xiang?”

Of course Qin Keling remembered. “Why bring her up? She’s just as unlucky as that wretch Yan Qiuning.”

“You don’t know? I heard she escaped, and to this day no one’s found her.” Cheng Xinsu feigned a look of lingering fear—the woman held an unusual place in the Qin family.

She was the patriarch’s first wife…

Yes, after all these years, only she herself still remembered every detail of that chaos, while others no longer cared.

Yan Qiuning, a little crestfallen, continued eating. If this child really was Ninth Brother’s… Oh, how could she think such things? He had once saved her life—how could she turn against her benefactor?

No, no, Ninth Brother only looked after her because of his mother; he still had someone he’d waited for ten years.

No one else knew what she was turning over in her heart.

“What’s wrong?”

Qin Zhan truly couldn’t recall what had happened that night three months ago, but the woman who had moaned softly in his arms would haunt his dreams, her indistinct face sometimes morphing into Yan Qiuning’s.

He dared not dwell on it, afraid that…

If she didn’t keep him company, he’d have to spend New Year’s alone at the clinic. The thought alone was enough to make anyone’s heart ache.

The dragon’s head was smashed beyond recognition, and the entire Martial Platform had sunk a full yard. The wards flickered violently, scarlet light surging and unstable.

Zong Yang rapped Ren Zhenyang sharply on the head, warning him not to summon his two elder brothers from above.

On the contrary, he truly felt that Qiu Qier was an opponent of formidable strength—a rival present everywhere, leaving no gaps.

“A friend,” Lin Shenshen replied airily, slipping her phone into her bag. Halfway through the motion, Xie Shaohua reached out again, bolder this time, and encircled her waist.

Hearing his dispirited tone, I looked at his desolate face and was suddenly overcome with guilt. My own path through life had always been rocky, but ever since he entered it, I no longer needed to worry—he would always take care of everything for me.

Sheng Shi had barely spoken two sentences before realizing that every building here was a landmark from a different nation.

Yet now she found that without him, her life was once again filled with dread, even descending into helpless desolation.

Susan immediately scrambled up the stairs to the first floor, only to be dumbfounded. In the center of the floor stood a huge iron cage—and inside, a tiger, not only with wings but with nine tails as well. Was this… some kind of divine beast?

As Gu Enen pondered, she opened the box. A thin sheet of paper drifted out, landing gently on the ‘bed’. She picked it up; it was a greeting card, the words machine-printed.

Seeing Long Hao’s demeanor and actions, meeting his icy gaze, the furious Jiang Gang shuddered involuntarily and was instantly thrown into confusion.

Liang An put down her phone, composed herself, cleared her throat, and at eight thirty-five—just before nightfall—knocked on the door of an old stainless steel house.

Deqi Jinnian took two steps back, her shoulder bumping into the wall behind her. Renault moved forward to help, but she deftly avoided his hand.

It could be called a true rags-to-riches story. Yet compared to his exceptionally accomplished wife, his own résumé still seemed rather rough.

A blend of ostentation and secrecy—that was why Dawn’s position was so unique. Precisely because of this, the more flamboyant the crime, the less it belonged in Dawn’s killings—for the time to reveal himself had not yet come.

His refusal was understandable; after all, such relentless questioning was rather hasty. But Xu Tianyi showed no hesitation, as if he had been expecting it.

Cultivators of the Divine Shift Celestial Dynasty were nearly all versatile, each proficient in the energy arts of every element.

Noticing Long Hao’s transformation, a flicker of surprise flashed through Jiang Biyao’s eyes, but she quickly reverted to her previous indifference.

“You little brat, say that again if you dare!” Gou Naizhao bellowed in rage, his triangular eyes glaring as he advanced on Li Shuang and Yuan Rongrong.

That booklet, after all, was the result of two days of painstaking effort by the Yun family of Heavenly Stone Prefecture, a true labor of imagination—its value as reading material was undoubtedly high.

“Wrong—it’s King of the Special Forces!” I corrected him with utmost seriousness, then snatched the tray, lifting the lid to reveal fragrant beef. I grabbed a fork, speared a chunk and shoved it into my mouth, wolfing it down like a starving soul reborn.

Liu Fang was left utterly speechless, clearly stunned by the astronomical housing prices. For ordinary people, hearing that a single home cost several million was hard enough to accept; for someone like Liu Fang, a simple country woman, the shock was even greater.

“Damn it, that blasted Tang Feng! When the chance comes, I’ll be sure to gut him myself!” roared Bach, the hall master in charge of this underground base, at the console before him.

This showed that, over nearly two months of fleeing, the Shameless Deity of Yun University had achieved mastery over the Heavenly Step.

“Of course—fortunately, I had the foresight to stay and help you. Otherwise, with your blockhead, you’d die without even knowing how it happened.” I shot the ninja a sidelong glance as I spoke.

The Thunder God fell—swiftly, simply. While some rejoiced, more were left bewildered: how could a being so mighty moments before suddenly collapse in fear?

Moreover, when facing a monster dozens of meters long, the visual and psychological pressure alone was enough to greatly diminish one’s fighting ability.

A long spear swept through the sky like a dragon, rending the heavens. Blue-black lightning crackled along its tip, swirling and forming a deep, unfathomable black vortex, as if it could devour all. It shielded Nangong Zhan, rendering him impervious and securing his place in an unbeatable position.

Curiously, Mo Shaokai and the others didn’t stop him, but instead followed behind, grinning maliciously.

Whoosh! A streak of golden light flashed overhead, leaving an afterimage in Fujiwara Mokou’s eyes. The bumper car, protected only by a basic energy shield, was instantly cleaved in two, triggering an explosive surge of energy.

Qin Feng wore a serene smile, the very image of a recluse, inspiring awe among the diners nearby. Yet, his thoughts at that moment were far from what his words suggested.

A maid came to report: Sun Shaozu requested Yingchun’s presence in the front hall to greet the ladies. Yingchun, accompanied by Xiuju and Sizhu, went to the hall. Sun Shaozu, upon seeing her, said nothing. Seated, Yingchun glanced left and right, as though the ceiling might suddenly bloom with flowers.

“These fellows are just here to give us free experience! That suits me fine.” Lin Mufeng’s lips curled into a cold smile.

Yet the Supreme Path of Forgotten Love, if handled carelessly, became the Supreme Path of No Emotion. Thus, the Supreme Sect, while producing peerless geniuses, often also gave rise to ruthless killers who would even slay kin and self.

“Young man, don’t be agitated—I mean you no harm!” The old man seemed wholly unperturbed by Qin Feng’s sudden reaction. In fact, when he spoke, he had already been on guard for a possible move from Qin Feng.

Half an hour passed before Sun Shaozu hurried back. Upon entering, he looked first to Yingchun, and only then did his brow relax. “Thank goodness you’re all right.” Only then did he sit down.

Yingchun entered the inner room and gave detailed instructions to Huaijiao. Gazing at Yu Ling, now moved to the bed, her eyes reddened and she turned to leave.