Chapter 48: Shang Hejing Hospitalized Due to Soup Allergy

Xu Tanxi's tone was so utterly sincere that Shang Hejing was left speechless for a long time.

"If it was brewed by your stepmother, why didn't you say so earlier?"

It made him drink so much like a lunatic.

Xu Tanxi blinked, looking somewhat puzzled.

"Is there any need to mention that? I came straight from the Xu residence; even with your toes, you should have been able to figure out that I didn't brew this soup myself, right?"

Shang Hejing looked at the righteous woman before him, and after a long while, managed to squeeze out: "Take—"

That dark shadow had a Heavenly Master talisman slapped onto its forehead by Uncle He. After swaying twice, its body slowly grew rigid.

That empty, still-bleeding eye socket, combined with a mangled face where even the mouth and nose were torn to shreds, was nothing short of terrifying.

A faint smile curled the corner of Lin Han's lips. Right now, he didn't hold the original Wang family in any regard at all; it was just that it was inconvenient to explain certain things to Wang Xiang.

"Alright, do you have anything else to do after you finish eating? I won't ask for now. If you don't have anything going on this afternoon, come with me to the Criminal Investigation Brigade. Wang Bo and I will sort out the questions, and we'll question them together." Shao Dong said after taking a sip of water.

Zhou Dawei tested with his hand—there was no breath left. Panicking, Zhou Dawei hurriedly called Master Zhou, telling him that Liu Hui had already been killed.

The two spent an entangled night together, and the next day Qin Mu went to the bank to transfer ten billion to Lin Ruolan's name.

Lu Yaqing did indeed shudder inwardly; the other party had taken advantage of her desperate desire to save her sister and plotted against her.

Of course, the existence of such ghosts could not be excluded either. After all, some ghosts, much like An Lili, were not evil spirits, yet had committed unforgivable sins driven by hatred.

"Get lost, get lost. Attend to you in bed, your sister! What were you doing earlier?" Shang Chen waved his hand in disgust, pretending to be impatient.

Kesha, boiling with rage alongside Yan, headed straight for Shang Chen's location, radiating an aura that warned all living beings to keep their distance.

Renovation was going on outside, day and night without a single moment of rest, forcing the studio to temporarily close down. Wang Xudong didn't care about this at all. After all, he wasn't doing all this for money; money truly wasn't that important to him.

Not a single lawyer or prosecutor wanted to cross paths with her, because no one could ever win against her.

Although these two fellows were currently still in a hostile stance against their side, they were, after all, righteous characters from the original plotline. If they could communicate properly, it wouldn't be a bad choice.

Walking over to the bed, Rong Tang saw even more clearly that there was blood on Consort Zhang's face. "Is she dead?" the Crown Prince asked the very moment he opened his mouth.

Wen Shang truly understood her habits, preferences, and personality inside and out. Often, the moment she reached out her hand or uttered a single syllable, Wen Shang already knew what she wanted to do or what she needed.

Yunzhi knew that, apart from being given a courtesy name by one's teacher, receiving one from one's ancestors was the highest honor, signifying that one was deeply valued.

Chen Yi waved his hand; he certainly didn't care to be managed by the people beneath him. Having finally escaped the capital to become the supreme boss, he had only enjoyed a few days of such comfortable living.

"This, this, how could it be like this?" Zhou Mingshan exercised the utmost restraint to keep himself from going mad.

The Empress Dowager nodded. She felt the Empress was quite good, but who could truly know what someone was really like? She had even misjudged her own biological son, after all.

Lu Nan had already conducted an investigation into those victims, and Zhao Da's words served as a reminder. Although the people who committed suicide in the Suicide Forest were of varying ages, they all shared one common trait: they had committed moral wrongs, or even crimes, yet had never been brought to justice.

"Ten years have passed. Your status has risen, and your heart has grown ruthless too. Family affection, romantic love—which of these do you even care about? If it were your own son standing in your way today, would you even frown?" Ling Ruoxue's every word was pressingly sharp, yet every word hit the mark.

Luoluo no longer had the strength to bicker with him, but somehow felt a guilty conscience, her eyes repeatedly glancing at the fresh blood still seeping from his arm.