Chapter 98: A Rival in Love Appears?

“Then hurry over to my place for some authentic health cuisine,” Xue Youjun said, pulling Fang Wenxuan toward the health center.

Fang Wenxuan took in the entire establishment. It was a vast health center, rivaling a five-star hotel in scale, lavishly decorated yet imbued with an air of refined elegance—a truly tasteful specialty retreat.

“Xue Youjun, is this yours?” Fang Wenxuan asked as he looked at him.

Xue Youjun smiled. “I don’t have that kind of money alone. I partnered with a few others.”

Xue Youjun led Fang Wenxuan to the dining area and ordered numerous health dishes. Though the flavors were mild, they possessed a unique charm.

“Wenxuan, you—”

Previously, she tried to break into the circle, but with no capital and unwilling to offer what insiders demanded, no one paid her any mind.

“Your Majesty, Your Highness, she is currently in the Wangyi Palace. They have invited you, as well as the various princes, princesses, and Inspector Feng,” Zhao Gao reported all he knew.

“This matter involves too many people. Brother Xin, please bear with it and thoroughly investigate everyone involved,” Zhao Qingrui said gravely.

The black sedan rolled along the road. Despite Hossein’s repeated assurances, Li Susu remained uneasy.

Kang Bo snorted coldly, pulled out his phone, and asked Master Wulu for an account, immediately transferring ten thousand yuan.

The security guards knew Su Yan used to be an actress. Hearing Su Yan’s words, they didn’t hesitate and went upstairs to take Mu Yiping away.

Sure enough, upon hearing the reason, the man remained silent for a long while—perhaps overwhelmed with regret. Du Yu smirked inwardly.

The man wore a green robe, the inner garment also green, and even the folding fan in his hand was painted green.

Wang Chunlong had gathered the heads of all the oil extraction plants, clearly intending to show everyone what a true benchmark station looked like.

Everyone knew it was rest time and gave Su Ran space, refraining from disturbing her.

It was a skeletal dragon, its bone wings spanning a hundred meters, spreading wide. Its fierce white skull pulsed with cold, spiritual flames. As it flapped its wings, a fierce wind stirred, with pale bone flames drifting through the night sky.

Perhaps everyone believed that wishes tied high up were most likely to be heard by heaven, so they brought extra blessings, densely layered in two thick tiers.

There was only a notice of the event time and venue, along with some flashy theme words, the designer of which was unknown.

No second chapter today—there was a department gathering before the holiday, and after drinking a bit, I wasn’t in the best shape. Here’s a mid-chapter update. I’ll make up for it during the holiday. Please understand.

You Su quietly glanced at Jiang Chiqi. Sensing he was about to speak, she immediately closed her eyelids, pretending to still be dozing, hoping to escape this ordeal.

“Then where could they have gone?” Su Zier stood up and paced anxiously, already in a state of panic.

The value of that Breguet watch definitely exceeded twenty thousand yuan. Old Meng wasn’t stupid; how could he give away a benefit he’d just received? Refunding twenty thousand was already quite reasonable.

Actually, this matter was Yuan Liang’s fault. When he contacted Huang Xiangqian, he told him the unspeakable story between Su Lin and the wall.

Moreover, spending every day with perceptive people like Jin Peng and Ma Qianshan, it would be strange if he didn’t improve in ability.

As for Yin Jiao, though he had changed greatly after Meng Chang reprimanded him a few years ago, he was still only a teenager and unfit for heavy responsibility.

Regarding Wen Tian, hearing Yan Si’s words beside him, Lu Santong hadn’t yet had time to inquire about this person’s background, nor did he know that the seemingly poor, scholarly-looking old man was actually the “man from the Later Han Dynasty who has lived for four hundred years” who had tricked him all this way.

“Ye Yichen, let her go!” Ouyang Shaochen commanded coldly, stepping forward slowly. His cold, solitary aura was like the lone moon in the high sky, radiating an overwhelming pressure that nearly stole one’s breath.

Meng Diexian spoke slowly and clearly, each word smooth and gentle but sharpened like a blade. She generally didn’t provoke others, but if provoked, she was ruthless. At this moment, she appeared harmless but was utterly untouchable beneath that façade.