Chapter 30: Gentleness

Fang Wenxuan was rendered speechless, yet Lin Hui insisted on dragging him across the street to the small restaurant opposite the hospital.

“What do you want to eat?” As soon as they sat down, Lin Hui handed Fang Wenxuan the menu the owner had brought over.

Fang Wenxuan took the menu but first called He Xiaopeng to check if he’d eaten. Upon learning he had, Fang Wenxuan ordered only one dish—twice-cooked pork—before passing the menu to Lin Hui.

Lin Hui glanced at the menu and, spotting cola chicken wings among the offerings, ordered them. He added a plate of vegetables and a soup before returning the menu to the owner.

“Hey, it’s just the two of us eating. Why are you ordering so much? And this meal is almost a hundred yuan again. You only make a few thousand a month—how do you spend so much just on food?”

The passing servants pretended not to notice and showed not a hint of sympathy. After all, Ruan Sisi had always thrown her weight around; no one liked her. Besides, she’d deliberately brought up the Ruan family’s most taboo subject—wasn’t she just courting disaster?

Normally, with the Su family in such chaos, everyone should be keeping their distance. Yet Old Master Bai, despite having the vast Bai family to oversee, insisted on getting involved in this affair.

A person with a physical disability could never become a “jinshi.” The “jinshi” were disciples of the emperor; if a cripple were awarded the title, it would bring disgrace to the throne.

When Guo Xiangsheng asked that question earlier, he must have known something. Perhaps someone who witnessed the incident had rushed over to report it to him—that wouldn’t be impossible.

“The Supreme Free State! Ever since the last match, we finally get to see Yun Jiming enter the Supreme Free State again!” Lü Shaoting exclaimed with excitement, seeing Yun Jiming unleash his full power.

Most striking of all was the figure walking against the light—radiant and imposing. Even the two attendants behind him seemed to stand taller in his presence.

“Hey, Song Shimo, you just promised to take responsibility for me!” Yu Xiaoxiao protested, frustrated. Song Shimo replied, “I certainly will, but I want to go back first.” With that, he opened the door and walked out.

One of his reasons for coming to the Celestial Spirit Sect this time was to search for the source crystals recently unearthed from the sect’s mines.

People often say they treat money as dirt, but he always found such claims hollow. Without money, nothing is possible—it’s just empty posturing.

“Sister Lingshuang, this is your first time in our village. What do you think? Isn’t the scenery beautiful?” Wang Zijin asked with a smile.

Now that she was vice president of an entertainment company, she naturally kept up with industry news. Changing the release date of a film was rare in Huaguo—there simply weren’t such people.

The other staff members couldn’t help but discuss it among themselves. That fish must be the biggest catch of the entire half-day.

But at this moment, the man’s appearance was rather odd—his clothes were tattered, and he carried a sour odor. After bumping into me, he muttered an apology and tried to leave, but I caught him by the arm.

“No, I’ll follow my sister. Wherever she goes, I go!” Her tone was no longer as cold as before. After speaking, she even wrapped her arm around Luo Yuner’s.

But now, Long Ye saw that the fellow had raised his head—his face was gaunt, like a mummy crawling out of a coffin.

“I have no family.” That was all Ye Li said, refusing to speak further no matter what questions the lawyer asked.

He quickly tried to dodge out of the way—after all, the bucket was quite large. All he could do was hope Ye Qiniang wouldn’t notice him.

Through the bone dragon’s vision, Solo observed closely and realized that the sky was layered with thick snow—the higher the altitude, the heavier the accumulation.

He’d only asked out of idle curiosity, but Hanawa stammered and his face turned crimson.

But time had run out. Even though he was only thirty-three meters away from Qin Lang, a vast surge of energy suddenly erupted from the Netherworld Lotus, sweeping away the mysterious figure and the many ghostly shadows.

He Qingfan nodded to He Yaqin, his eyes darting about as he looked at her, as if plotting something.

Meanwhile, Han Fei, who had also been surrounded, had no weapon in hand and could only dodge and weave, avoiding the attackers for now—her safety was not immediately at risk.