59 Abusive Male Supporting Character

However, Qiao Minzhi did not believe a word of it. She looked at Ma Fuhua indignantly, knowing that they intended to treat him as a discarded pawn and had no plans to send anyone to his aid.

Her brows relaxed then furrowed again. Waving away the attending maidservants, she summoned Mother Yang and said mysteriously, "You were right there in the delivery room, watching personally as I gave birth to Ying'er. Think carefully now—how is it that I have no recollection of the master ever holding Ying'er and taking him to have an audience with the Emperor?"

Furthermore, finding it troublesome to untie and retie her bindings three times a day and whenever she needed to use the washroom, they had surprisingly stopped tying Jingwei up altogether starting from the third day. Since her hands were no longer bound, whether or not the adhesive tape remained on her mouth hardly mattered anymore.

Given how Jingwei had treated him last time, coupled with the vicious beating Zhou Cong had given him, according to his temperament, he should never look back and certainly never see Jingwei again.

Jiang Zhihe was unusually dressed in plain attire today; her jacket and skirt lacked the intricate embroidery of ordinary days, which fleetingly made her look two or three years younger.

Zhou Xian felt a sense of grievance burning within her, but at this moment, everyone's attention was focused on Li Shenheng's injuries. If she were to stir up jealousy now, it would inevitably make her appear lacking in a sense of the bigger picture.

The Princess of Li held the highest rank among the imperial daughters-in-law, yet the Crown Princess walked at the very front. All the prior worries about encountering awkwardness failed to materialize, as all five sisters-in-law proved to be warm and courteous.

Although the apartment only had two bedrooms, it featured two bathrooms, each located within their respective rooms.

The "Mingya Stone Inscriptions" were originally called simply "Mingya." Back in the day, Li Chang'an's grandfather led his troops five thousand miles northward, crushing the alliance of a hundred nations before pointing his sword directly at the northwest, forcing the various states to migrate westward. To commemorate this campaign, Li Chang'an's grandfather carved his achievements onto the Mingya Cliff. From then on, "Mingya" was renamed the "Mingya Stone Inscriptions."

While waiting, Chen Mo kept his eyes on the stage. He also wanted to understand the singers performing and see if there were any formidable opponents. Chen Mo remembered that the next person to perform should be Ming Siyuan, but to his shock, the singer on stage was not Ming Siyuan at all. Could she have forfeited the match?

Liansheng felt a stinging ache in his nose. Considering his noble lineage, he had spent the first half of his life drifting in exile. Now, having finally seized a chance to restore his country, he was about to fall here—truly both lamentable and absurd.

Su Yue's older brother and Jiang Tan both had Type A blood. With a call coming in at this hour, the situation was likely grave.

"Clap, clap, clap!" The resounding applause jolted more trainees awake, followed immediately by waves of enthusiastic clapping.

Seeing that everyone had gathered around and that the table of guests showed no sign of annoyance or rejection—rather, they were quite pleased to have an audience and even chatted amicably with others—Ji Yutang and Xie Huaichu approached the table as well. Through their conversation with the rest, Ji Yutang learned their names.

"The case is closed? Then Lanzhu..." Ji Yutang turned her head to look at Xie Huaichu, snapping her mouth shut upon seeing his silencing gesture.

Consequently, during this dry spell between seasons, there was typically not a single blockbuster movie, and the box office earnings were naturally far from ideal.

"But once a territory develops its own dominant consciousness, it is no longer your territory," the Mother Tree said softly.

That enchanting night had been just as lingering as tonight. Xu Nanxing's striking and intense features seemed to be right before his eyes; her soft palms pressed tightly against his chest, her arms wrapped around his shoulders, sweetly and softly calling his name in his embrace.

Meixi could not fathom why her princess had grown so close to Ji Yutang, but being a tactful person, she hurriedly invited Ji Yutang inside.

Jing Jingyuan racked his brain for a long time without coming up with a good solution. To just leave now would be terribly embarrassing.

Sumu glanced at her with a helpless smile, reached out to turn off the bedside lamp, and whispered, "Good night," to her.

After fuming in her room for a little while, Mu Jiao took out all the crops she had accumulated over the past few days.

A sweep of his spiritual awareness revealed that Mei Yingying, wearing a white bathrobe, was standing at the door. He felt somewhat puzzled, wondering why she had come over late at night. If she said she wanted to get intimate with him, it seemed rather unlikely.

Zhao Yan looked at Du Wan'er, then glanced at the curtain lowered over the cave entrance and the makeshift door they had constructed.

He wanted to do what he desired, rather than constantly obeying her commands—doing whatever she told him to do.

"Just in time, we haven't tried the dining table, the kitchen, the living room, or the entryway yet." Si Jingyu had already buried his face in the crook of her neck, nibbling away.

No sooner had he swallowed it than Xiao Ran felt a refreshing coolness surging into his mind. In an instant, all the martial arts techniques he had ever studied flowed through his consciousness, transforming seemingly into a series of vivid images.

Yet now, standing with his back to Gu Chen, she could not turn around to look at the person she had missed for so long. She had to pretend not to know him, acting as if nothing were wrong as she left the school and left him behind.

"Brother Wu, once I assume office, I will go make arrangements for you. I will certainly not let them wrong you!" Qu Zhe also spoke up with a guarantee.

The Gatling gun's lotus-root-like barrels spun rapidly, spraying bullets like a violent storm directly onto the bodies of the sea-folk a mere thirty meters away.

Tian Xin, in particular, was eager to learn more from Adele about the college days she had missed out on accompanying Yu Xiubai.

This Li Yanjian spoke with great warmth, devoid of excessive probing, and his face carried a lingering, profound sorrow as he asked these questions.

Their faces were either plastered with herbal patches or wrapped in bandages, making them look like a legion of mummies. Of course, these were the senior leaders; as for their subordinates, each of them wanted to laugh at the sight yet dared not, finding themselves in a state where holding it in was practically hazardous to their health.