Chapter 62: My Wife Has Something to Report

Gu Huaizheng breathed a sigh of relief and repeatedly entreated Director Fan of the Logistics Organization Department to arrange a good job for his wife. Director Fan also assured him again and again that he would certainly find her a good position—after all, who didn’t know that Gu Huaizheng’s wife had risked her life, plunging into the sea to save someone, and the one she rescued turned out to be the beloved grandson of the commander’s family.

Of course, it wasn’t flattery, since no one knew at first that it was the commander’s child who had fallen into the sea—they only realized after she brought him back.

“Why couldn’t it have been me?” Ruoxin tossed a stone, though not with much force, just enough to make Guan Jingtian’s knee tingle a little. As he rubbed his knee, he glared at Ruoxin, indignant and a bit aggrieved.

At this moment, Xuan Yin felt a pang of disappointment. She turned her gaze toward the palace behind the great doors. If only she could have a private audience with the Empress Dowager—rumor has it the Empress Dowager is kindhearted and would certainly pity her for her impoverished background.

She hadn’t written a single word of her exam, and by midnight, Mr. Bai still hadn’t returned. Ouge waited at the door with Monster, playing while keeping an eye out for Mr. Bai.

Even as she spoke, Mo Feizi herself felt unconvinced. She knew Wu Yize must be close to losing his mind at this point.

A stern warning rang out. Ghost Shadow glanced at the time, his face bitter—where could he find the antidote in just twenty minutes?

Would it really happen? Yan Xiaoxiao shook her head. Even if her feelings were deep, fate with him was shallow. Clinging would not make someone who doesn’t love you fall in love, and for the one unloved, all that remains is dignity. So, even if it broke her heart, she would choose to leave.

This led to the current situation, where Changmen could only handle things as best he could.

“You’re going to work—why are you putting on makeup? Unprofessional is just unprofessional,” Jin Guangyan said with irritation, though his eyes couldn’t help lingering on her radiant, lovely face.

Qing Rang was momentarily stunned. “Why is she here?” she sighed inwardly in relief. Fortunately, Yu Zichen had truly gone to Puqing Temple this time—if he knew she hadn’t kept an eye on Xuan Yin, he would surely hold her accountable. With this sense of luck, she followed Yi Chan to her room, where Xuan Yin was anxiously waiting for Qing Rang.

“I’ve heard people say that Fish Chao’en, the great commander of the Divine Strategy Army, wields unbridled power at court, even the emperor yields to him. Junior brother, you must be wary of this man if you hold office,” Miao Xuan said with some concern for his junior.

Receiving similar treatment was naturally Minister Fu Ji. He fared even worse than Lucius; as Lucius pulled him back, he tensed up, thinking he was about to be secretly executed, and fainted on the spot.

She entered the master bedroom, drying her hair, and listened carefully—there was not a sound from the bathroom.

Even Zhang Pandie, standing nearby, looked at Xia Ling with disdain. Even a child could see that Xu Aihong had burned her bridges; once she had the blueprints, she had no intention of bringing anyone from the Zhang family to work at her factory.

“All right, let’s get in the car. We’ll find somewhere to eat first and talk later,” Ma Yong called everyone to board.

“Don’t keep it from me! The ministers just told us everything about the Blood Fiend…” Zhai Shan’s voice was choked with emotion.

“Isn’t it obvious? Your arm is still draped over my left shoulder. When I turned my head just now, I got a mouthful of fur,” Ron stated matter-of-factly.

For some reason, a phrase popped into Robert’s mind: when God closes a door for you, He’ll conveniently close the window too.

Geng Haoshi paid no mind to their words, thinking they were just sour grapes, full of envy and resentment.

He had good intentions, but when exhaustion reaches a certain point, whether you sleep or not is no longer up to you. Weariness swept over him, and before long, he couldn’t resist—he dozed off in a haze.

Yet, as fate would have it, when he finally saw the other player’s hand, all that remained was wild joy and disbelief.

His mood was abysmally low. Why? Was it because, if only he had taken that step, he might have had a chance to win back the Murong Yinzhu he once knew?