Chapter 51: Miss, Save Me!

“There’s no need. They’ve already come in…” Ye Xingchen had barely finished speaking when Susan and Murong Yu entered. With impeccable gentlemanly manners, Murong Yu walked behind her. The moment Susan stepped through the door, she swept her gaze around the room and suddenly spotted a familiar figure. Who else could it be but Ye Xingchen?

Feng Guozhang was appointed Commander-in-Chief of the southern expedition to aid Hubei. Leading his Beiyang troops, and traveling under Yinchang’s “meticulous” protection, he passed smoothly through Xinyang and crossed Wusheng Pass before finally arriving at Guangshui, where he faced the revolutionary army of Hubei Province from afar.

Meanwhile, within the Red Lotus Space, Red Lotus was helping the White Dumpling, A-Li, increase its cultivation. Outside the Red Lotus Space, Ye Xue, Zhou Renshi, Digheart, Bonecarver, and Skinpeeler had all put on masks.

She had once thought the same—that they would continue walking this path together forever, waiting for him to propose. She had even begun planning to propose to him first.

Qiao Qi smiled along with her but said nothing. Instead, he reached out, put an arm around her shoulders, and drew her into his embrace.

Song Cheng gave a start, then hurriedly smiled and said awkwardly, “That is what I’m planning.” He spoke very directly, making Fang Yuan let out a soft snort.

Franklin had an older brother, so his mother had always worried that the two brothers might come into conflict over money. That would be troublesome.

Nangong Qingyue could only leap aside, but the moment she landed, Luomei’s sword scabbard knocked the sword from her left hand.

The guard had heard of Ye Xue’s great reputation. Indeed, he knew the stories about her that circulated throughout the continent so well that he could recite them backward. He had simply never seen Ye Xue in person.

“Commander, something major has happened in Beijing. The Presidential Palace was bombed, and Yuan Shikai’s fate is unknown. Don’t you think we should do something?” The chief adjutant’s eyes shone as he spoke excitedly.

He felt helpless. Watching Tang Miao looking so carefree and pleased with herself, he found himself increasingly irritated. If the girl were a boy like A-Yi, that would be one thing. But she was a young woman, and behaving like this—what would happen when people found out later? Wouldn’t they laugh at her?

After gently reminding Lu Mingchuan to take care on the road, Tian Mengya gave him a farewell kiss and finally hung up with peace of mind. Satisfied, she slipped her phone back into her pocket. When she turned around, she saw Lin Weiwei gazing at her with an amused expression.

His eyes kept drifting toward the front, as though searching for someone. Yet the time was nearly upon them. The guests had begun arriving one after another, and still the expected person had not appeared.

Speaking of which suddenly reminded him of something. No matter what else could be said about Canshang, he had undergone a perfect fusion baptism and devoured so much power. Why, then, was his body still defective? Still, that was actually a good thing for him. What he feared was that it might gradually repair itself in the future.

For several days, Ling Guang had been repeatedly tormented by headaches caused by that hollow stretch of memory. He knew only that there was a vital memory he could not afford to lose.

“Old Shu!” Tang Miao could not help giving Shu Ji a thumbs-up. To think he could actually say such a thing! No wonder he had followed her cheap master for so many years—they truly shared the same heroic insight.

Hearing Ji Yaping’s question, Huang Zhida and the other designers all looked at him in surprise. Wasn’t asking such a question simply setting a trap for Su Leqing?

Xu Yanting repeated everything, and Qi Caiyun memorized it before turning away to help call the others. Xu Yanting asked Liu Hailan to watch the children, then went into the kitchen to prepare the hotpot and get the dishes ready to serve.

Wu Hao threw away the pillow and stared blankly at the ceiling. He could still hear the two sisters fooling around noisily in the room. They were having a wonderful time. Damn it, was he being too overly sensitive?

Shelly had never expected that even in such circumstances he would force a kiss on her. She struggled for a while, but he still kissed her relentlessly for five minutes.

The two of them had calculated everything perfectly, but they had not anticipated Cheng Kong’s next move. Their second batter did not swing with power; instead, he laid down a bunt.

At the same time, after seeing Tottenham earn only a draw in the rescheduled league match, Wenger, Ferguson, and Ranieri all let out long sighs of relief. With the league season having reached this stage, none of them wanted another contender to emerge.

Hang Shi’s hand was clenched tightly. Xu Songyuan could feel the force in it. Hang Shi was not merely reminding him—she was reminding herself as well.

“That’s my little sister. What’s wrong with her coming back to her parents’ home?” Xu Da’an finally managed to say something truly domineering.

After all, nearly a century of constant accumulation had brought the hatred between Tottenham and Arsenal to a terrifying level. Without a head referee with sufficient officiating experience to keep order, a derby between such bitter enemies could easily descend into all kinds of chaos.

“At this rate, filming in Cloudcrest City will definitely wrap ahead of schedule, and then we’ll have to go shoot in Magic City!” Director Kong said as he walked.

This was not some inexplicable flare of anger. Yang Yi was genuinely furious! For an instant, he even wanted to strangle the two bastards outright. But after thinking it over, he decided against it. Those reporters were probably hoping he would do something extreme; only then would they have a story to tell. In the corner, the man’s lips curled faintly upward, as though he were enjoying Yang Yi’s embarrassment.