Chapter 87 What a Pity! We Can Never Go Back

He walked lightly to the bedside, sat down slowly, glanced at the lamp glowing atop the nightstand, his brows twitching slightly. He reached out to turn off the lamp, then turned to gaze at Mo Qinghan, whose face was mostly hidden beneath her hair. His hand hovered in midair for quite a while; perhaps his clear-headed consciousness held him back from his next move, and in the end, Shang Linjun withdrew his hand.

Nan City lies within a subtropical high-pressure zone, and few can endure the suffocating heat of summer. Whether Mo Qinghan was deliberately punishing herself or had simply forgotten to switch on the air conditioner, the bedroom’s stifling warmth left her drenched in sweat—the strands of hair lying across her face were nearly soaked through. At this moment, a restless heat welled up within Shang Linjun, though he could not tell if it was the weather or the sight of her in a nightdress lying on the bed.

Geng Dianchen was brimming with enthusiasm, introducing the Seven Wolves of Boxing and the Big Clumsy fellow to Chai Hua and the others, then asking Chai Hua to introduce Laifu and his companions all over again.

Unless you looked closely from up close, you would never notice that a true hole existed behind this window. But the clever use of lighting and wallpaper colors made it seem as though it was painted on.

For a moment, everyone was captivated by Miaomiao’s aura; she outshone all of Xiang Mian’s subordinates.

“Haha, you’ve done a wonderful job. They’re off to nursery and kindergarten now,” Tianping said, laughing with genuine warmth.

A hundred thousand people soared through the sky—not to mention fighting the enemy, just a glance was enough to make one’s heart race. Their sheer momentum was enough to scare someone half to death.

Lin Xue reached up to scratch the back of her head, a bit embarrassed. “Liang Fan, I always feel uneasy. My cousin and I often hang out with you guys—doesn’t that seem...” She trailed off, casting a meaningful glance at Liang Fan.

“What... what do you want from me?” I clung tightly to the iron gate, my face pale and legs trembling in fear.

Boss Qin wiped his face, then held his hand up to examine it. The faint traces of blood sent him into a furious rage.

“Coming here was part of my plan. Aunt Hong, you’re safe now. They won’t dare touch a single hair on your heads,” Tianyue assured the two of them.

This child absolutely cannot be kept, yet now he’s in my belly—what am I to do?

Henry’s diamond-bright eyes narrowed, still half skeptical. Yet seeing everyone else eat, and she had tasted it too—and his stomach truly was growling.

With those words, he tugged the reins, and the steed reared with a mighty neigh, carrying me out through the mansion’s back gate.

As he spoke, Zhang Yuanji strode towards Huang Xing’s table, rolling up his sleeves as if ready for a brawl.

“Take care, my lord!” Qu Wurong rose to see him out to the hall, where a servant took over to guide the guest from the estate. Only when their figures vanished from sight did Qu Wurong return inside, noticing that Shen Wu’an had somehow changed seats and was now leisurely sipping tea.

As dusk fell and the heat dissipated, I waited in the courtyard of Vulture Ridge Palace with Princess Yan’er for Gao Changgong’s return. Suddenly, a shrill scream echoed from outside the palace gates, unsettling my heart. Just as I was about to investigate, a figure vaulted over the towering palace wall, brandishing a sword straight at me.

With this in mind, she looked up at Shen Duanlang in the distance. His brows were knitted, still troubled by the sudden appearance of the black-clad figure.

“Miss, are you awake?” Shuang’er’s voice came from outside. Before Qu Wurong could reply, Shuang’er had already opened the door and entered. When she saw Shen Lingyu holding her mistress, she was utterly astonished. Qu Wurong quickly feigned sleep, eyes closed in rest.

He hadn’t even changed his name, still bearing Aunt Mint’s surname. He attended the Advanced Translation Academy, and Uncle Guan’s reputation was so prominent—the Guan surname wasn’t common, making connections inevitable. To keep a low profile, Anan simply kept her mother’s surname.

Dongfang Yunyang was now considered a core member of the third expeditionary army’s ninja force. He arrived at this grand estate, the heart of the ninja unit, where Baruch and several other key figures frequently gathered, and where Baruch himself resided.