Chapter 37: Motivation

As he read, he studied which positions he might try with A-Ruo in the future, all the while cursing himself as a lecher, feeling that it was a desecration of her since they were not yet married.

He envied her for being promoted to a first-class maid with a higher monthly stipend, yet felt pity that she served a master who had transformed from a servant into a pampered guest.

When we entered, she suddenly lifted her eyes to look at us, her gaze surprisingly piercing.

Gu Xi did not respond but lowered his head to glance down. Cen Xi caught the meaning immediately and ordered A-De to go and bring the manor master along. Watching this, I could only sigh in silence; he was truly shameless and thorough in his exploitation of others.

"We were delayed on the road; there are many people out today," Du Ruo explained, before being helped down from the carriage by Lu Wu.

He had even gone to the trouble of driving over to return the bag I had left behind. The bag was noticeably heavier than when I had carried it away. When I pulled the zipper open, I froze: it was stuffed full of red banknotes, along with the deep blue wooden box I had returned to the shelf.

I whispered to Ling Yefeng, finding it strange that even though she was a ghost, she still felt sleepy. Why would she still crave a nap just as she did when she was alive?

Hearing this, Gu Xi finally turned his head to look back. His dark, deep eyes were like rocks at the bottom of the sea, possessing a unique stillness and profundity in the warm, flowing light of the carriage.

Lin Haoran was using the threat of divorce to force her to go back and act. If this child wasn't Lin Haoran's, it would be one thing, but if it were, wouldn't that be an unforgivable affront to heaven? Even if Lin Sujie wasn't Lin Haoran's biological mother, she was, at the very least, Uncle Lin's second wife.

Ai Qiaoqiao muttered to herself, "You think you're so respectable, yet your son is being cuckolded right before your eyes."

Her mother told me that since Jing returned from the hospital, she had locked herself in her room for three full days without drinking a drop of water.

It was not a detached villa, but an apartment in a high-rise building. After all, this was a big city where every inch of land was worth an ounce of gold.

The Air Cannon was the most suitable of all Al's spells for him at the moment—dashing, cool, and impressive.

During this time, many young men with sharp, imposing auras arrived, some gentle, others cold. Among them, the one who left the deepest impression on Lin Yiyi was a Black Annihilation Army commander with a full head of silver hair.

Since they chose you, you should give them happiness, not drag them down to die with you.

Yet even so, they needed Li Qing to be their controllable god of destruction, so as to minimize the damage to this world.

Having watched the spectacle, Su Gu smiled and recounted to Lexington what he and Tian Hao had discussed.

Lacking this experience, even though those Dan-jin grandmasters possessed profound strength and vigorous vitality, they would still be intimidated by Kang Tan's battle intent in a life-or-death struggle, inevitably falling at a disadvantage.

A bad premonition flashed through Alice's heart; Yuna's tone was no longer as childish as before, but had become quite mature.

Facing such a terrifying blow, Whitebeard's expression remained unchanged. That overbearing confidence made one feel that even if the pillars supporting the sky were to collapse before him, he would calmly hold them up.

"Hmph!" Hearing this, Master Yuankong stroked his grizzled beard, but he only let out a hum and did not reply.

Chen Zi'ang observed the young man before him with interest—a youthful face, a feigned coldness in his posture, and not very old, only about seventeen or eighteen.

"Duke of Cao." Zhu Yang raised his wine cup, wanting to share a drink with Li Jinglong, but he didn't expect Li Jinglong to ignore him entirely, his eyes fixed straight on the sexy dance troupe below.

After the appearance of the cannon, Qi Jiguang's chariot camps lost their practical value in combat, but his greater contribution was the effort he put into the regularization of the Ming army. Unfortunately, after his death, the disciplined Ming infantry became a passing phenomenon. The Ming army continued down the dead end of "Tartarization," to the point where even Joseon regarded the Liaodong garrisons as nothing more than Tartars.

"Everything has been harvested," Cheng Guirong said, feeling a bit bitter at the sight. In previous years, when their family was still part of the Cheng household, Old Man Cheng and Old Woman Cheng had never worked this hard.

"Has even Professor Yang finally failed to escape our fate as slimes?" A-Qi lamented.

Outside the window, Yang Qianye and Hua Gu exchanged a secret glance, and the indignant look on Hua Gu's face vanished quietly. Brother Li Yu had never made such a definitive prophecy as "you will eventually rise to the third rank."

Yang Qianye appeared pitiful and frail, yet in reality, her martial arts were superb. She had stumbled on purpose just now, and with that single embrace, she had tested Li Yu's reflexes, speed, strength, and discernment, gaining a rough assessment of his overall capability.

Jin Qiao'er smiled enchantingly, a smile that felt like a spring breeze, yet a sudden chill crept into Chen Zi'ang's heart, and a feeling of hair-raising dread arose.

As he spoke, Feng Shigu took an object resembling a one-inch-long bamboo flute from his sleeve and began to chant.

To protect Yan Zhiqing, she had edited out the part of the recording where Mrs. Yu mentioned seeing Wei Wucai coming out of Yan Zhiqing's room.

Ye Yan's sword-like brows furrowed, and his eagle-like eyes narrowed incessantly at Shangguan Qianyu's words, staring at her with a gaze as cold as eternal ice.

"Wow! Could such a beautiful maiden and young master be immortals descended to the mortal world?" a passerby exclaimed.

"I have never had the vision or skill for investment, so I never get involved in it. But you—I believe in my own judgment, and even more, I trust you. I know you won't let me suffer a loss, and I believe in your ability. As long as it's you, you will surely succeed," Jiang Yujie said.