Chapter 27: A Moment's Misjudgment

Ever since Wei Yao separated from the family, there had been no end to the commotion at home. The children were no longer as endearing as they once were. After a long day of work, her husband would whip up a simple meal of tofu, cabbage, and shredded radish, only for it to be devoured in an instant, with the children even licking the remaining broth from the plates. The three adults in the household, left starving, were forced to make do with nothing but pickled mustard greens.

"Liping, why are you back? Isn't this supposed to be your working hour? Why have you returned? Hurry back to work, or your superiors at the office might take issue with it."

Her eyes widened in shock, her mouth slightly agape, providing him with the perfect opportunity to slip inside, exploring her lips and tongue. He caressed her gently, lingering and sucking softly, waiting patiently for her reaction.

An Nianchu continued her usual routine of teaching and tutoring students, yet her smile was brighter than before. Interacting with the students made her feel as though she had returned to her past—to that simple, innocent life, to those days when she was cherished and held in the palm of a hand. Looking at their smiling faces, a sense of happiness bloomed deep within her heart.

An Nianchu was quite curious about him cooking in the kitchen. She stood behind him like an inquisitive child, stunned by the domesticity of a man who almost never did chores. His movements were remarkably skillful, and he even knew exactly where everything was, despite the kitchenware being brand new. Could it be that he cooked often?

A smile flickered in Tang Jingyun's eyes. It was, perhaps, the first time she had mentored a junior in such a way, and she found the feeling rather pleasant. Of course, had Jiang Yu not unexpectedly caught her fancy, she likely wouldn't have bothered.

If one could fly here, attacking these stone figures from the air would naturally be the best strategy. However, such a thought remained nothing more than a fantasy.

Unexpectedly, Cui Xi returned from the East Courtyard carrying a bundle, followed by Bao Ju. They set down four bolts of elegant and vibrant silk, offered a bow, and departed.

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Recalling how submissive Tan Minqin had been in front of Sister Yaoyao, and how he had even warned him of her rules so as not to offend her, Zheng Jingxuan chose to believe it.

"Let you wait as long as you like. We shall see how much longer you can hold out; the Sect Master will never know of your existence." Mo Ran wore a look of haughty superiority, his face filled with unconcealable triumph.

The treatment was a far cry from when they had first arrived at SBS and were taken in; this shift clearly demonstrated that SBS’s desperate craving for ratings far surpassed that of the other two networks.

Qin Luzi strolled over, beaming, accompanied by his brother, his right hand clutching a fan as he gently fanned himself.

She had seen through Su Lin at once; dressed entirely in cheap, mass-market clothing, he was clearly either an unemployed drifter or someone from the lowest rungs of society.

This time, Zhao Yiheng successfully managed to remove the oxygen mask. He adjusted to the outside environment, regulated his breathing, and took a moment to steady himself.

Fuxi stepped forward barefoot, gently resting his palm on Meng Chang's forehead. A profound and mysterious aura emanated into Meng Chang's mind—it was Fuxi’s own enlightenment on the principles of Yin, Yang, and the Eight Trigrams.

The phone line went dead, leaving Liu Zhimin completely bewildered. Yet, Li Ye’s mention of "human life being at stake" carried too much weight for Liu Zhimin to ignore.

He asked the question with such casual indifference, as if it were merely a passing thought that didn't require an answer.

Then, she lunged for the juice section and began gulping down milk, figuring it was the most nutritious option available.

Yunhao specifically projected his divine sense into the black cauldron to inspect the pills inside, his brows furrowing slightly as he did so.

"No, I won't live much longer. But you are different; your future is limitless," Long Yan said.