Chapter 79: Always Good at Placating Your Man

The Shu family erupted in the most intense quarrel in its history.

Shu Bingyuan could no longer tolerate his wife. "You should resign tomorrow," he said. "From now on, stay at home and don't go out unless necessary."

"You want to lock me up? What have I done? You asked me to apologize to that capitalist heiress, so I went. That Gu Huaizheng lashed out at me. At my age, with my standing, I swallowed my pride—all for your sake, thinking he was your subordinate."

Meanwhile, Lin Dongzhi slowly picked up a piece of braised pork from her bowl, savoring it one bite at a time.

Su Chen put down the phone, recalling Zhao Qingren's shy, hesitant demeanor just moments earlier, and couldn't help but feel his heart race.

He truly believed Su Chen had great potential, and wanted to warn him not to stumble over this matter.

Professor Huang said little, simply beckoning the two of them before taking the lead and walking inside.

Su Chen smiled at Zhao Qingren, knowing that once he stepped out of this door, it would likely be another year before he could see her adorably flustered again.

He understood that while the village chief wanted to see Li Family Village developed, he did not wish for its ecosystem to be too greatly affected.

"This will cost me a morning of sleep, but thankfully Sunday is nearly here, and I can make up for it then."

After reconciling with Shen Wufeng, Luo Jiang left his room, where Xu Qiuyia had been waiting for some time.

Scarlet blood flowed beneath his feet, frightening him into crying and calling out for his mother.

Rong Xi inhaled the scent of ocean and wood, mingled with lemon drinks, feeling her appetite awaken.

Xue Yilan hurriedly reached out to catch the vine, while her other hand grabbed the mist fruit and tucked it into her storage pouch.

"How could this happen?" Shui Mai stared at him in disbelief. Having known Chu Tiankuo for so many years, she was well aware of his abilities. With his martial prowess, who in the world could have wounded him so badly?

Now, only a year or two had passed since the turn of the millennium. Smartphones had just begun to emerge, and it would be much later before technology truly flourished.

Mu Ling opened her eyes in bewilderment, the water's surface shifting. She wanted to speak, to call out, but could do nothing. Just as Mu Ling tried to recall, her hand was suddenly seized, a powerful force tugging her forward.

The caravan consisted of fifteen vehicles. The foremost, the most luxurious, was meant for passengers, not cargo—it was reserved for the young master of the caravan.

She smiled faintly, and as her aura unfurled, the innate nobility and spirit within her seemed to cleanse away the current dingy and unsightly appearance, restoring her to her former dignity.

It was only his temperament that prevented him from hardening his heart and ignoring Qiao Mandong. After all, the two families were indeed close, and his father had instructed him to look after Qiao Mandong whenever possible.

Actually… he found it difficult as well. He thought, you two quarrel and disagree as husband and wife, but why is it always me who ends up bearing the brunt? Whatever they refused to eat was dumped into his bowl—was he really that easy to bully?

The next day at noon, Shui Yiren was painting the old lady's dress—a dark red brocade with auspicious cloud patterns, understated yet luxurious, perfectly befitting her status as a matriarch of officialdom.

This time, the human side was still represented by the same government commissioner as before. Luo Hai remained among them.

"Pfft—hahaha!" Rong Ke's gloom was swept away, and she laughed aloud. "Huo Langyue, did you say Miejue is stupid?"

Not to push it entirely away, but even to let it orbit Sedna as a satellite would suffice, as long as it didn't collide with the planet.

The atmosphere was tense, and only now did Rong Ke realize that the earlier bustle had been an illusion. Though everyone seemed to be going about their business—serving food, eating, even chatting in pairs—something was amiss.

Wu Jian chased after the departing figure, while Feng Baobao dragged Zhang Chulan along the ground; Zhang Chulan was already unconscious, likely knocked out by her.