Chapter 78: The Discovery of a Great Secret

In her heart, Ruan Mianmian exclaimed, "Oh my god!" Was Qi Yan always this domineering? So this is what a true overbearing CEO is like? But that man is his second uncle!

Qi Tianlei’s expression was grim as he said, "Think it over. I’m saying this for your own good. Your relationship with your mother is already strained, and if you continue to act so recklessly, there will never be any reconciliation." With a darkened face, he left the president’s office.

Immediately after, Qi Yan sent a message to Lin Xuan.

"Murder?" Yu Shu’s heart skipped a beat, surprised, and she looked blankly at Bai Guang beside her.

The emperor’s love and hatred could both change so easily. So she thought, nothing was impossible. She understood now.

"Mr. Qin—Qin!" Even though Consort Chen De was favored for a time, she was so awed by this man—who even the emperor treated with deference and who was so perfect—that for a moment she could barely speak.

This lady held herself in check. Zi An said, "Please take me to see the injured." The woodcutter’s wife quickly invited her in. Tea had already been prepared, but Zi An did not drink it and asked to see the patient at once.

Shangguan Xiyu turned her head in confusion to look over, only to see the bodyguard brother facing the wall in silent reflection.

Gong Wuyuan showed a faint smile, feeling the resistance in her hand, as if she was struggling, unwilling to let the knife fall. Only then did he gently let up, raising his dark eyes with a smile.

When the Gu family was leaving, the old lady returned some gifts, appearing quite apologetic towards them. But since the imperial consort herself had made the proposal, she couldn’t refuse her kindness. Besides, she also hoped Su Miao’er could marry well.

"Mochen, I’m sorry. I didn’t know how much you missed me back then. But did you know, I missed you, too." Luo Qining was not wrong at all—during Qian Mochen’s time in Fuzhu, Luo Qining had missed him just as much.

Old Lady Su had left home before, and no one knew where she’d gone. It had been almost two months—why had she suddenly appeared now?

After hanging up, Moyan knew this couldn’t be rushed. He’d discovered this opportunity more than ten years ahead of others; it was impossible to have results overnight.

"Our family isn’t struggling, so why is he driving for extra work?" Li Yifan caught the meaning behind Zhao Xiner’s words, looked up at the televised scene, and the guilt he thought had faded surged back, stronger than before.

But perhaps it was Wu Li’s drunken, limp state, or maybe the ‘girl’ hadn’t noticed him at all.

We stopped at the corner of the street opposite the hotel. Ivan took out his phone and called people from Pulianke. After a brief conversation, Ivan motioned for me to get out with him, leaving Valery and Pinto in the car.

"As long as you’re alive, that’s all that matters. Stay alive…" The effeminate man took another drag of his cigarette and muttered softly.

A few days after arriving in Tonghua, Hong Chengchou realized the Qing troops had already withdrawn, and at this point, they hadn’t found any trace of their retreat.

Since the previous mayor retired, the seat of mayor in Haitong City had remained vacant. Vice Mayor Huo was the strongest contender, with much more support than the other deputy, Zhou Deyuan.

Otherwise, with only the stock on Chu Jiangqiu’s hands, they probably wouldn’t last two months—or even less.

"Didn’t expect it to go so smoothly." Li Yifan wrapped an arm around Han Shuo’s waist, hoisting him up as they walked toward the open door. Most of the reporters had driven here; there were just a few who, like Li Yifan, had taken a taxi.

"…What everyone said makes sense…" Han Kuang tidied his words and began to summarize the meeting. But what he said was nothing new—just the usual clichés about the emperor’s wisdom and faith in the sovereign.