Chapter 83: Living Off Others

Before he could finish speaking, Bai Xiaochen hung up the phone, leaving Xu Yang feeling a bit embarrassed. He glanced awkwardly at Liu Wenjing. Listening to the melodious voice of the woman on the other end of the line, Liu Wenjing had already begun to feel uncomfortable, and when she realized this woman was inviting herself to dinner again, her expression grew colder.

With a hint of chill in her tone, she asked, “Xu Yang, this…”

Unfortunately, Lei Shuo’s plan hadn’t succeeded. Bai Qiao’s mind was so meticulous that he immediately understood Lei Shuo’s intentions. As for Lei Shuo’s provocation, he simply smiled indifferently and pretended not to notice.

“You need to take your medicine. I’m telling you this openly—this is called revealing a heavenly secret. Since I’m in a good mood today, I’ll break the window paper for you. But listen well, you mustn’t spread this around,” Mumu said with utmost seriousness.

What is going on? The old village chief wondered to himself. Recently, Jia Renhe’s favorite target for bullying had been Lu Qingyu. Seeing Qingyu on stage, he should have acted indifferent—or rather, by his nature, he ought to have mocked Qingyu mercilessly. But now, why did he look so frightened, like a mouse encountering a cat?

Lu Qingyu was utterly astonished, and before he could react, he was struck squarely by the blue fist and let out a miserable cry.

Xiang Lai was busy as well, coordinating one after another, until finally, everyone had made it across. Only then did Xiang Lai truly breathe a sigh of relief. If this were television, surely someone would have slipped in the middle and gotten hurt. Yet, to his surprise, his group made it through unharmed. It seemed, after all, that television wasn’t always right.

The battle to narrow five down to three was intense. Although Dong Zhuo’s popularity had taken a hit because of the backdoor scandal, he still had many diehard fans who refused to believe the rumors and supported him unconditionally. So, when the audience votes were finally revealed, Dong Zhuo still entered the top three with a high vote count.

Everyone was so shocked they were numb, the corners of their mouths twitching as they grinned foolishly. They had never witnessed such a situation—even legends had never mentioned it.

“But what is it?” Dongfang Yi caught the hesitation in Luo Yixuan’s voice. For once, he found himself nervous—a feeling he’d never experienced, even when negotiating billion-dollar deals.

Just as he was speaking, footsteps echoed down the hallway. Yue Longtian realized that Liu Yuemei and Long Anqi were definitely heading for Xiao Feifei’s room. Alarmed, he immediately locked the door behind him.

Song Tianxing looked at Li Zhichen in surprise and asked, “Do you have a solution?” Li Zhichen clenched his fist. “I have an Invisible Overflowing Pearl.” Upon hearing this, everyone’s expressions changed as they turned to look at him.

Looking out at the clouds, one could see blue waves stretching for thousands of miles, mist and water merging endlessly to the horizon. In the middle of the lake, there were mountains, with reeds growing along the banks, and beyond the reeds, fishing boats dotted the scene. Amidst the seamless blend of water and sky, a lively tableau unfolded.

“No, everything’s lost.” Feng Liyan didn’t understand what these things were and could only answer this way.

Gu Sheng, whose mood had just improved a little after hearing Gu Yao’s words, noticed Gu Yao’s wet clothes and hair and immediately frowned.

After revealing his identity, he could have easily continued with his original plan. In fact, this might have been part of his plan all along.

Aunt Qiu was clearly not accustomed to household chores. After pouring out the flour, she added water; when there was too much water, she added more flour. Now she had ended up with a huge basin, all of it fine white flour. To knead it properly, she would need to add even more flour.

This thought made him frown with displeasure. His gaze grew deeper, his thin lips parted slightly, and his voice was low and husky. “Go wash up. Breakfast will be ready soon.” With those words, he turned and entered the kitchen.

Saint Te racked his brains but still couldn’t figure out how exactly this had happened. But now, the “why” no longer mattered.

“What is it? Here?” Ye Ling lifted her chin, issuing her first challenge. She crossed her arms over her chest.