Chapter 104: Threatened—I Truly Regret Knowing You

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Pain, a searing, scorching pain, assaulted Fang Wenxuan. He could hardly believe that Lin Hui would treat him this way. He was exploding with rage, but the agony left him without the slightest strength to push Lin Hui away.

How could Lin Hui treat him like this?

His respected senior brother was not supposed to be such a man.

As Lin Hui ravished Fang Wenxuan wantonly, he caught sight of the growing disappointment and heartbreak in Fang Wenxuan’s eyes, which stirred a wave of irritation within him. He had been surging within Fang Wenxuan for two hours; although it was not enough—not nearly enough—the look in Fang Wenxuan’s eyes made it impossible for him to continue.

He had saddened and disappointed his junior brother.

He withdrew from Fang Wenxuan’s body, a warm stream flowing out with him.

The reason she had escaped this time was twofold: she could not bear to part with Lu Li, and she also wanted to see the outside world.

In truth, although she was grumbling, one could indirectly discern that she had already agreed to get off the carriage with them.

However, if two grown men like Wang Ming and Gao Yiwei were to share a bed, it would look far too awkward.

"Boss, why don't we go to the hospital? She doesn't look like she's faking it," Zhou Tong said from the side.

"What? Speak up if you have something to say! Don't hem and haw, mumbling like that—it's no way to achieve great things!" Han Yonghui said with a hint of irritation.

After Ding Qi carried the cold ashes downstairs to discard them and returned, Qing Xue had already retreated to the bed in Qinghua Mansion.

Ling Zun did not intend to let Zhu Dachang off easily. With mysterious, ghost-like footwork, he appeared instantly before Zhu Dachang. The Dragon-Slaying Sword in his hand turned into a silver-white streak of light, passing across his chest at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

A look of incomprehension appeared on Cong Yi’s face; he could not fathom what was going on in Di Feiyuan’s mind.

Ren Pingsheng’s words were resonant and forceful. Although his optimism toward Jingxi was somewhat far-fetched, his logic was highly persuasive and reignited Lei Jun’s enthusiasm for investing in e-commerce.

The souls and bodies of most cultivators are one; yet in a world of countless "miracles," there are those who abandon their "original forms" to become a blade of grass or a tree. But all is illusion; when body and soul are incompatible, one descends into the bottomless abyss.

Renting instead of selling was Lin Baixin’s golden rule since entering the real estate industry. Over the past decade, property prices in Hong Kong had soared; in the seventies, office space on Hong Kong Island cost only a few hundred dollars per square meter, whereas now it was nearing seven or eight thousand. Lin Baixin’s properties generated seventy to eighty million in rental profits annually.

By then, even if the Taoist Ziyang returned, he might no longer be a match for him.

Dong Lingling glanced at me. "You don't understand. This is fulfilling a vow. This doll helped me get Wan Meijiao here so I could teach her a lesson; I have to thank it." As she spoke, seeing that the blood wouldn't come out, she sliced herself again with the knife and, with a hissing sound, squeezed the blood into the doll’s mouth.

Upon reflection, it was true: when the wealthy and big stars do charity, who doesn't have five or six reporters trailing behind them? They are desperate for the whole world to know that they donated money and performed good deeds. The entertainment industry is like that; it’s just that Jing Long lacked experience when he first started his philanthropy.

Xiang Huasheng smiled. "I’ll act as the intermediary; you have your old man step forward. I believe Jingzai will give him some face."

With his blood vessels sealed, Tang Fang felt a profound weakness throughout his body; he was utterly incapable of putting up any resistance.

Zhang Jin had a fearsome reputation in the music industry. Even if you asked Anita Mui to be his teacher, she wouldn't dare take the title lightly. She would simply treat it as helping a friend grasp the basics of music. After all, Zhang Jin had gifted her three classic masterpieces; both publicly and privately, this was a favor that had to be returned.

Glenn suddenly felt an inexplicable palpitation. He subconsciously turned his head and saw a grim reaper in gray robes following closely beside Edward.

Yet, the man in the bamboo hat, though his back was turned to them, seemed to have eyes in the back of his head; with a flick of his hand, he whipped out a beam of black light.

"A beast? Could it be that the founder of our academy is a Purple-Eyed Crocodile—the very same massive creature that is now nothing but a skeleton?" Ye Juntian was truly dumbfounded.

"It’s him..." she muttered softly, recalling a man from decades ago who had once dazzled her.